Murong Jinyan was really shocked when he saw Tang Buhua holding a big tray in his hand.

He couldn't help but chuckled: "It's so rich? Did my mother prepare the meal so early?"

"I made it myself." Tang Buhua looked at Murong Jinyan, blinked his big eyes, and acted cute.

Of course, Murong Jinyan softened his heart all of a sudden, shook his head and said, "I didn't expect that you can cook with little candy?"

When Tang Buhuai heard Murong Jinyan say this, he immediately felt sad, but he still tried to prevent himself from acting too sad. "It's not... Brother Jinyan made an agreement with me when he was leaving. We agreed that if I can cook the meal, you must agree to my request."

When Murong Jinyan heard Tang Buhua say this, he secretly called out badly.

Because... he has forgotten these things.

Although it happened by chance, it really means that there is a certain meaning of not opening any pot.

"If you forget, forget it, that's not... I don't even want to eat the food I cooked, right?" Tang Buhua continued to smile and act cutely.

Murong Jinyan didn't know which role this little girl was playing. She looked furious yesterday and wanted to tear her down, but today she started cooking for herself.

"Of course, my brother will definitely eat it." Murong Jinyan was a close brother, how could he disappoint Tang Buhua?

So he put the can of medicinal food aside.

Tang Buhua carefully placed the tray in front of Murong Jinyan: "How delicious it is, I've made it very hard."

Tang Buhua also put a cute bandaid on his outstretched hand, which was made of Little Strawberry.

Murong Jinyan took a subconscious look.

Tang Buhua blushed slightly and hid his little hand back: "The knife skills are not good, are you going to laugh at me?"

Murong Jinyan saw the wound on Tang Buhua's fingers and frowned: "Don't force it in the future. If you can't do it well, don't do it randomly..."

Tang Buhua blinked his big eyes and looked at Murong Jinyan innocently.

"I mean... if you don't do it well, just do it slowly. Don't show off your strength, and you'll have a knife... It doesn't matter if you don't cut it well, it's okay to taste ugly. It's enough to taste it." Murong Jinyan said, and took a bite of the food made by Tang Buhua. It tasted very good. He nodded gently, which was a compliment to her.

Tang Buhua saw Murong Jinyan eating, and made a satisfied expression, and even looked at her and smiled. He felt so happy.

"Is it delicious? Brother Jinyan?" Her little body leaned over.

Murong Jinyan picked up a piece of meat from the plate, and without thinking too much, he naturally stuffed it into Tang Buhuai's little mouth.

"You try it, won't you know?" Murong Jinyan smiled.

Tang Buhua ate the piece of meat, chewed it for a few bites, and kept nodding: "It's delicious, I never expected that I myself still have the talent for cooking!"

"Little girl, you said you are fat, you are still panting. I tasted my mother." Murong Jinyan said decisively.

"Um..." Tang Buhua looked at Murong Jinyan with a look of unsuccessful tricks, blinking his big eyes, and looking at Murong Jinyan innocently, "Okay, okay, let me tell you, I just didn't pass the cooking skills, so I asked my aunt to help me a little. Because... I promised that you didn't come back for half a year, and I was still thinking about making progress slowly... Who knows?"
Chapter completed!