The eSports King’s Crush

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Indeed no one dared to disturb.

Even Feng Nai wanted Mo Bei to teach him how to cook.

The butler standing nearby didn't seem to hear it.

Not to mention the turmoil in the heart of the chef of the Feng family.

But Mo Bei raised an eyebrow: "Cooking?"

Feng Nai said "hmm" and played with an eggplant in his hand, pretending to cut it: "After my parents get divorced and I get hungry, I will always know one or two special dishes."

With such a posture, Mo Bei couldn't see his expression clearly.

When I heard the housekeeper say that Mrs. Feng was the only one who came back.

His head lowered, his black hair covering his eyes, and even his smile disappeared.

Mo Bei reached out, held his wrist, and put his hand under the faucet: "The eggplant must be washed and peeled first."

Feng Nai watched her movements, where Mo Bei couldn't see, he rolled his eyes and smiled.

Sure enough, pretending to be pitiful is most useful in front of a certain "little brother".

"Be careful not to cut your hand when holding the knife." Mo Bei's fingertips touched the back of Feng Nai's hand: "You don't need to use so much force when peeling."

"Okay." Feng Nai responded casually, without much change in his hand.

Mo Bei glanced sideways and pulled out a peeler from the kitchen utensil display rack next to him: "Use it to peel.

"

Feng Nai took it. Peeling was much easier, but there was less physical contact, which made him squint, not very happy.

Mo Bei could see his low pressure. After all, it was conceivable that a person who had never touched Yang Chunshui would be a little impatient standing in the kitchen like this, which he was not good at.

She looked at his side face, not having many coaxing skills, and said, "Where are you going after dinner?"

"Huh?" Feng Nai was still thinking about how to have more physical contact. After hearing this sentence, the corners of his mouth turned up obviously: "Where are you going?"

Mo Bei looked away and said in a light voice, "Didn't the captain ask me to be a follower for a day? Just at home?"

"Of course not." Feng Nai said in a slow tone, "Wait until you can really teach me how to cook."

Mo Bei lowered his eyes and glanced at the peeled eggplant: "Let's make braised eggplant. Xiao Nailin and I both like it, and it's easy to cut."

"Yeah." It doesn't matter what Feng Nai does, as long as this person stays within his reach and lets him see him.

In fact, Mo Bei still overestimated everyone's cooking skills.

There is a huge difference between what she thinks is "good" and what Feng Nai thinks.

The tomato side dish for the braised eggplant was solved quickly.

But Feng Naicheng frowned slightly and wiped his hands after cutting.

The housekeeper watched from the side and silently prepared the paper.

After all, the eldest young master’s mysophobia is obvious to all.

In the past, the eldest young master would not even look at a place like the kitchen.

In his words, there are many bacteria.

Why stand there now and embarrass yourself?

He really didn't understand what the eldest young master was thinking.

Feng Nai also had some regrets. He couldn't learn anything better but cooking. Should he choose better between cycling and swimming? Otherwise, how could there be physical contact? My brother has forgotten it.

One can imagine what Bai Lianhua's mentality is like.

Although the handsome and sinister face was still casual, the thin lips pursed slightly.

After Mo Bei took in his micro-expression, he looked at the uneven eggplant pieces under his hands, and suddenly raised his hand...

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