Although I don't know what the taste is, it should be edible in terms of color.

This is the most dissatisfied dinner Mo Mengchen has made after traveling through time.

Mo Mengchen held two bowls of noodles and put one bowl in front of Siphus: "I'm not used to eating alone."

What was Siphus' reaction when he saw the face?

It was like a person who had zero expectations for his classmate sitting next door. When he woke up, he found that he had made a full mark test paper.

"Did you do this?"

"No. I don't admit that this is what I did because your kitchen is so sucked!"

Siphus didn't care about Mo Mengchen's trash talk and took a bite first.

The food you cook with your heart will feel it.

Siphus finished his noodles and asked, “Do you often cook?”

"I am the best chef in the world. Is it strange to cook by myself?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"You're so narcissistic!"

“This is one of my few shortcomings.”

Mo Mengchen picked up the bowl.

"No, I'll wash it myself."

"First of all, I just need to wash my hands."

"Secondly, you'd better not move."

"In the end, I can't stand your garbage dump-like kitchen!"

Mo Mengchen not only washed the dishes, but also washed the entire kitchen. It was an hour later after finishing all these things.

Finally, he kept washing his hands, as if his hands had been soaked in the cesspool for dozens of days.

Mo Mengchen looked at it, it was already too late.

Before leaving, he said, "You'd better find someone to take care of you in the past few days. Remember what I said, don't move, don't move, if you want to recover as soon as possible."

"Mo,"

Mo Mengchen turned around and looked at her with questions.

"Thank you tonight," said Seavers.

Mo Mengchen said calmly: "You're welcome, single old women are scarce creatures and should be protected."
Chapter completed!