The eSports King’s Crush

Chapter 27 Little brother, are you here

Is there anyone with such good cooking skills?

I really didn't see it.

Feng Nai was absent-minded and didn't study it at all.

On the other side, Zhao Jianjian, who returned to his small apartment with his South brother, was hungry and was planning to order takeaway, but was surprised by a plate of attractive fried rice!

Where did his brother stole the meal?

No takeaway brother!

Wait.

Let him go through the process.

As soon as Nange came in, he asked him to change his shoes.

No, that's not the point.

The point is, his brother Nan seems to have left a sentence: "Wait for five minutes", he entered the kitchen, and when he came out, he had two more fried rice in his hand! !! ?

"South, South Brother?" Zhao Jianjian couldn't help stamming.

Mo Bei's voice was light: "Huh?"

"You did this?" Zhao Jianjian couldn't believe it.

Mo Bei took a bite and still felt his hands awkward, his eyes lightened down: "Otherwise?"

What else can Jianjian Jian say, a person who can only eat instant noodles, when will he learn to cook!

"Can it really be eaten?" He didn't doubt it.

Mo Bei glanced at him slowly.

Zhao Jianjian immediately persuaded, picked up the spoon and stuffed it into his mouth. Even if it was unpalatable, he recognized it. Whoever made him Nan can fight so much now, the handle in the first ... is really delicious!

"Nan, your craft is absolutely incredible!"

Zhao Jianjian thumbed up while eating Haisai, the tip of his tongue was full of ham, the rice grains were plump, and there were scrambled eggs inside, which was incredibly fragrant.

Exaggerated Mo Bei, his face is still very expensive

After the dissolution of the Imperial League that year, it was not that there was no blank period.

She didn't even know where to go or what to do.

After all, her favorite is esports.

Later, the master told her.

"Imperial League has never been a vanity."

She just put down some things, entered a technical school, learned the profession of chef, turned her hobby into cooking, and occasionally opened a live broadcast, never showing her face.

Mo Bei had thought that if Dimon was gone, she would probably never pick up the mouse again.

She did the same, retreating incognito.

Wait until she comes back again.

Only then did Mo Bei realize that there are always things that cannot be forgotten.

Those memories are like memories buried in your body.

The more distinct you are when you wave your mouse.

Her favorite is e-sports.

Because this way can be closer to what was once.

And those people shouldn't be so bad at her brother.

Mo Bei glanced up at his red palm, his black hair was broken, his eyes were faint light.

It seems that it is time to report to the new team.

before this.

First go to the children's appointment.

Mo Bei was an emotional person since childhood. Her brother often called her face paralysis when she was a child.

After growing up, it was a natural temperament.

So even if you put on the apron, you don't show the slightest femininity.

Instead, it is more mellow as jade.

Zhao Jianjian did not eat this meal in vain. He listened to his brother Nan's instructions and went to the supermarket to buy flour, eggs, and a lot of chocolates.

What is his brother Nan doing?

E-sports ca n’t be played anymore. Should I be a family cook?

"Nan brother, you are really bad." Zhao Jianjian said to the young man who looked at the oven with his eyes lowered, "It is too detrimental to the image of your second middle school boss."

Mo Bei wore protective gloves, his eyes narrowed, and his aura was still handsome.

Zhao Jianjian closed his mouth, and in that cool eyes, he turned obediently and said, "Nang, see you", and quickly brought the door.

Without being disturbed by Mo Bei, he put his eyes back on the oven.

At this time, waiting for the little milk for dinner, and finally found the mobile phone, I wanted to chat with his little brother, the little finger poked on the screen, milk sounded milk: Are you there? "

(End of this chapter)