Chapter 318
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"Naturally." Di Ming Jue snorts in disdain.
Apart from Ben Jun, who else could do it?
This time, Muyan is really stunned, "You, personally cook for me?"
"Naturally!" the same answer.
"But, why?"
He's clearly a high and aloof Di Jun, the people of this Yanwu Continent are obviously insignificant ants to him.
Obviously … he should be revered by all the people in the world, the man that all women would flock to like ducks, madly in love with.
Why would such a person wear such a ridiculous apron, wash her hands and make soup for her?
Di Ming Jue gets a little closer to her, slowly saying: "Because, Muyan, the food you make is too unpalatable, it's not good for your health."
The blue veins on Muyan's forehead suddenly bulge.
This bastard! Being moved or whatever, it's really just fleeting clouds.
She hooks up the corners of her lips, revealing a mocking and charming smile, "It's not good for your health, Jun Shang-daren still ate so much that day? I even thought that Jun Shang-daren was very satisfied with my cooking! "
"En, satisfied." Di Ming Jue's expression doesn't change, "As long as it's Muyan's cooking, I'm satisfied. Even if I eat for a lifetime, it doesn't matter. "
Muyan stares blankly.
She hears Di Ming Jue continue: "But you and Xiao Bao can't. Your body is weak, and Xiao Bao is still a child, you can't eat those … in the future, let me eat what you cook. I'll be responsible for your meals. "
"I said, as long as you like the chef who made these dishes, you can let him accompany you for a lifetime."
Muyan stares at him in a daze, her ears ringing. For a moment, it's as if she can hear a deafening heartbeat.
Her heart almost jumps out of her chest.
She thinks that in this world, there might not be another person like this man in front of her. For her, he can forget his own identity, and do anything that doesn't match his identity.
Muyan has a bad premonition.
If Di Ming Jue's feelings are always this passionate and resolute.
If she continues to get along with this man day and night, she will soon … not be able to keep her heart.
"Why are you looking at me like a fool?" Di Ming Jue slightly frowns, putting food on her plate. His movements are gentle, but his tone is somewhat unkind, "Even if you want to cultivate the Dark Clouds Spirit Flower, you can't not eat. In the future, if I find out that you don't eat anything for eight hours and only care about playing the zither, you can forget about seeing Xiaobao again. "
This time, it's rare that Mu Yan doesn't go against him.
Instead, he silently puts the food that Di Ming Jue picked up into his mouth.
The stir-fried dishes are fragrant and spicy, but in Muyan's mouth, she only feels a faint sourness and a faint sweetness.
She sees that Di Ming Jue is still unceasingly putting food in her bowl.
Mu Yan suddenly picks up a piece of shrimp and stuffs it into Di Ming Jue's mouth, "Don't you want to try your own cooking?"
Di Ming Jue stares blankly, then expressionlessly chews the shrimp into his stomach.
No one noticed that his ears had turned red.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
Then, he coughed lightly and said, "I'm hungry too. Continue to help me eat."
He wouldn't say that his current body didn't need to eat any food at all.
Even in the Yanwu Continent, they wouldn't be hungry.
Mu Yan blinked. "Aren't the chopsticks right there?"
The man in front of him frowned, looking very unhappy. "I'm tired."
So tired that he doesn't even have the strength to eat?
But he still has the strength to pick up a bunch of food for her?
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