The eSports King's Crush

Feng nai didn’t think too much about it this time.

After hearing his brother’s words, he simply didn’t want a certain someone to be left alone.

The one who hesitated was mo bei.

He looked at the man’s slightly bent back and head that came over.

The quality of her hair was so good that it even made people want to reach out and touch it.

After mo bei restrained this thought, she hooked her apron and put it around Feng NAI’s neck.

However, that would inevitably shorten the distance between the two of them.

Feng nai hadn’t expected to be so close either. He looked up and his forehead touched mo bei ‘s. Their noses touched, and even their breaths were filled with the other party’s scent.

The two of them paused.

Then, Feng nai smiled, more or less alluring. It seemed that he would be able to wear an apron more often in the future.

Mo bei was calm, after all. She ignored the fact that her heart had skipped a beat just now and put some distance between them with her clear face.

He didn’t know when it started.

Some things were starting to get out of her control.

Mo bei knew that this was not a good sign.

It was time to stop.

She told herself that she couldn’t go on like this.

Mo bei retracted her gaze. Most of her thoughts were on the sauce.

It had been like this since the beginning.

Other than playing games, cooking could also calm her down.

The sesame sauce was mixed with the White sugar soybean milk, and after stirring, it gave off an even better fragrance.

Such a familiar scent indeed calmed mo bei’s heart.

The three of them, two adults and one child, surrounded the hot pot and ate shabu-shabu meat. The more they ate, the more they felt that it was delicious.

The soup stock was at the bottom, and there was no red oil or spicy taste.

There were about six to seven plates of different sizes on the table.

After mo bei’s special sesame sauce was placed in the White porcelain bowl, he scooped out a piece of mutton from the soup pot and added it in. He dripped a few drops of chili oil on it, and his mouth was filled with fragrance. After chewing a few more times, the aroma of the mutton could reach the base of his tongue. The sauce even had a slight sweetness to it. It was so delicious that he wished he could immediately pick up a second piece.

In the past, Feng nai would dislike the fishy smell of mutton, but he had eaten more than anyone else today.

Little Lin’s head was covered in sweat.

The fashionable little liuhai was a little deformed because of the sweat on his forehead, but it didn’t affect his cuteness at all.

Mo bei had initially thought that they wouldn’t be able to finish the three bags of mutton. Later on, she realized that she seemed to have underestimated the fighting power of the adult and the child. She added some vegetables and noodles into the soup stock.

If there were to be any changes ...

In the past, when first young master Feng came, it was mo bei who would make him wash the dishes.

Now, young master Feng had already cleaned up the table.

However, her mysophobia did not improve at all, and she still had to wear a pair of transparent gloves.

This was the first time mo bei had seen someone wash the dishes so well that they looked like they were in a poster.

Under the slightly rolled up sleeves of his shirt was his well-defined forearm.

This was probably the kind of aura this person had.

He stood there, even though he was washing the dishes.

They were all as handsome as movie stars.

No wonder his fans called him the man-tearing man.

The so-called comic-tearing man, as the name suggested, was a man who walked out from the torn comic book.

Mo bei’s eyes darkened when she realized that her attention was once again on a certain God.

In addition, for some reason, little Lin did not want to stay the night. After dinner, he obediently let the driver pick him up.

This way, once again, only she and Feng nai were left in the room.

It was nothing in the past, but now, mo bei looked up at the side of that person’s face ...