The national school idol is a girl

"Brother Mo, you won't have any friends if you keep talking like this." Bo Jiu said as he lowered his head and slid his phone away: "Even if I don't remember, I can still search for tutorials on something as simple as cooking porridge, right?"

Qin Mo looked at the fair skin that the young man showed when he lowered his head. It was probably because his skin was so good that it looked like fine jade and was still shining.

Qin Mo suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched the back of Bo Jiu's neck.

Bo Jiu glanced sideways: "What?"

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

Bo Jiu chuckled: "Don't worry, it won't happen during a fight. Isn't this about cooking porridge?"

Qin Mo frowned, is this guy really indifferent to men and women? If it was true, why couldn't he hear his reminder?

Or rather, it’s too tender.

Qin Mo smiled and stood behind Bo Jiu.

After searching for the tutorial, the boy moved very neatly, but the sound was a bit loud.

In the end, the great master couldn't stand it anymore, so he held Bo Jiu's wrist holding the spoon in that posture, and said with a serious and ascetic tone: "The most important thing when making porridge is patience. How can anyone do it randomly like you?" "

"This is my style, Brother Mo, you don't understand." Bo Jiu is very good at talking about evil ways.

Qin Mo curled his thin lips, clasped his fingers on the wrist that felt like porcelain jade in his palm, and said nothing.

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

Because of the height difference.

The young man felt as if he was being held in a man's arms from behind.

Bo Jiuzheng felt that this posture seemed too intimate.

But the master let go of her hand before her, with deep eyes: "Okay, let it cook for twenty minutes."

After saying that, Qin Mo freed up his left hand and pressed on his stomach.

Bo Jiu directly stretched out his hand and put the master's hand on his shoulder. In 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 requires a combination of soft and hard tactics.

Bo Jiu is indeed a soft-spoken man with a handsome face. When doing household chores such as making porridge, he is like a very stylish vampire bat, flying here and there.

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

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

Qin Mo sat on the wooden chair and looked at the bowl of "Big Mac" on the dining table. Thinking of how much a boy usually eats, he wanted to laugh again.

Bo Jiu couldn't understand what the great god was laughing at?

Could it be that her presentation was too ugly?

But what kind of presentation is needed for a bowl of porridge?

Bo Jiu thought this, and then looked down at his mobile phone, planning to wait for the master to finish drinking the bowl of porridge, then she would pack it up and leave.

However, I don’t know if it’s because the master eats too elegantly or something.

That bowl of porridge shows no sign of diminishing at all.

The great master eats very slowly.

In Bojiu's words, you can go directly to shoot posters.

In fact, Qin Mo was not very hungry at first, but he was surprised that the porridge tasted very good, so he couldn't help but take two more bites.

It should take quite a while to finish a bowl of porridge.

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

but.

The bigger the bowl, the longer it takes to eat, right...

However, at this time.

There was a sudden sound at the door.

Qin Mo subconsciously raised his eyebrows...