"Brother Mo, you always have no friends when you speak like this." Fu Jiu lowered his head and slid on his phone: "Even if I don't remember, I can still search for tutorials. It's so simple to cook porridge, right?"

Qin Mo looked at the fairness that the boy showed when he lowered his head, probably because his skin was too good, which made people feel like the best jade and shining.

Qin Mo suddenly reached out and pinched Fu Jiu's back neck.

Fu Jiu looked sideways: "What?"

"Don't expose your back to others in the future." Qin Mo's voice was very light.

Fu Jiu chuckled: "Don't worry, I definitely won't do it when fighting. Isn't this cooking porridge?"

Qin Mo frowned. This guy is really not jealous of men and women? If it is true, why can’t I hear his reminder?

Or, it's too tender.

Qin Mo smiled and stood behind Fu Jiu.

The boy who searched for the tutorial was very neat, but the sound was a bit loud.

In the end, the great god couldn't stand it anymore. In that position, he held Fu Jiu's wrist holding the spoon, and was full of noble abstinence: "The most important thing in making porridge is to be patient. Who is doing it like you?"

"I'm in this style, Brother Mo, you don't understand." Fu Jiu is still very good at talking about the wrong ways.

Qin Mo hooked his thin lips and pressed his fingers against his wrist that looked like a jade-like touch in his palm, and did not speak.

In the semi-open kitchen, two people stood one by one, holding the same soup spoon in their hands.

Due to height difference.

The boy seemed to be held in his arms from behind by a man.

Fu Jiuzheng felt that this posture seemed too close.

The great god let go of her hand and his eyes were deep: "Okay, let it cook for twenty minutes."

After saying that, Qin Mo empty his left hand and pressed his stomach.

Fu Jiu directly reached out and put the great god's hand on his shoulder. This way, the distance between the two people was closer.

When Qin Mo lowered his head, the corners of his mouth raised.

It seems that managing your younger brother must also use both soft and hard.

Fu Jiu is indeed soft and not hard, and has a handsome face. When doing housework such as making porridge, he is like a very stylish vampire bat, this Feifei and that Feifei.

Finally, I happily brought a large bowl of vegetable porridge to the master.

In fact, Fu Jiu also noticed that the master didn't eat anything at the dinner party just now.

Qin Mo sat on the wooden chair, looking at the bowl of "big max" on the dining table, remembering the usual teenager's appetite, and wanted to laugh.

Fu Jiu doesn’t understand what the great god is laughing at?

Could it be that her placing is too ugly?

But what should I put on a bowl of porridge?

Fu Jiu thought about this and looked down at his cell phone again, intending to wait until the master finished drinking the bowl of porridge, she would pack up and leave.

But I don’t know if it’s because the master eats too elegantly or why.

There was no sign of reducing the porridge at all.

The great god is really slow to eat.

In Fu Jiu's words, you can just shoot posters.

In fact, Qin Mo was not very hungry at the beginning, but unexpectedly, the porridge tasted very good, so he couldn't help but eat two more bites.

After eating a bowl of porridge, it should take a lot of time.

He didn't expect the boy to give him such a big bowl.

but.

The bigger the bowl, the longer it will take, right?

However, at this moment.

A sudden sound came from the door.
Chapter completed!