"Try it yourself."
"Cheng, don't you want to try the dishes yourself?"
The two of them spoke at the same time, their tone completely different.
Luo Tao's voice was as cold as it could be, but Mo Yan's words were full of a sense of helplessness.
Mo Cheng looked at the last dish. He had no desire to take a bite at all. He did not know why, but every time he cooked, it would end up like this.
Receiving Mo Cheng's pleading gaze, Mo Yan went into the kitchen with a headache and whipped up three bowls of noodles as fast as possible.
Perhaps it was because of the trauma he had just experienced, Luo Tao was more careful when eating Mo Yan's noodles.
It was still the same arrangement as last night. Mo Yan slept on the sofa while Luo Tao and Mo Cheng slept in the bedroom.
