Chapter 1921 You Are the First Person Like This that I Have Met Besides My Parents.

[This is not cooking, this is cooking salt! 】

[Oh my god, brother, don’t add more, this is inedible! 】

[Damn it, just eat salt, this is such a waste! 】

[Great, I believe it now. Mo Nanchong really doesn’t know how to cook. She doesn’t know how much seasoning to put in. 】

[It made me laugh so hard. It was the first time I saw someone cooking like this. It was so random. It was so exaggerated! 】

[Maybe it will be delicious! 】

[I feel like Xirui and Mo Nanchong don’t dare to eat their own food, even though they are still fighting each other, saying that the other is not as good as themselves. 】

[Hahaha, it’s so funny. How can their cooking be so funny? I’m going crazy laughing. 】

[It feels like the food in the pot is about to cry. 】

Mo Nanchong's pot burst into flames.

She was startled, turned around and ran away.

Xirui laughed loudly beside her, "Ha, you are still laughing at me, look what you made!"

"...I haven't cooked for a long time, so I got excited. Most chefs' pots have flames. Without flames, it won't have the same effect."

The beloved master took a step forward calmly, "See, this is how the food will taste. Otherwise, it won't taste good!"

Xirui looked like I believed you.

Chong Ye continued to cook calmly, even though some of the vegetables in the pot were burnt.

"It tastes best when it's browned, and it tastes crunchy, right?" Mo Nanchong said to the camera.

The cameraman was laughing so hard that he could hardly hold the camera, and his whole body was shaking.

I've seen people who can't cook, but I've never seen people who can't cook like this, and they can also use strong words to make excuses.

While Mo Nanchong was cooking, he was talking eloquently, and he was completely convinced by Master Rong's true teachings.

Almost at the same time, all the uncles and uncles who were watching Chong Ye’s live broadcast at home almost laughed like crazy.

Tang Luo looked at Mo Nanchong in the live broadcast in stunned silence, "As expected of Madam's daughter, she is exactly the same as Madam, no, she is also exactly the same as Fourth Master. Fourth Master was quite good at explaining things back then."

Huahua wore an apron next to her and nodded in agreement, "As expected of you, young lady. Even if it's not delicious, it can still be said to be delicious."

When Master Rong and Fourth Master came down from upstairs, they heard the two people talking.

Fourth Master: "You seem to have a lot of opinions on my cooking skills?"

Huahua: "Not really."

Mr. Rong: "We are called eloquent."

Tang Luo: "..."

Really good at arguing.

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Mo Nanchong finally made a dish. The dish she was laughing at just now made by Xirui, but when her own dish appeared, it was worse than Xirui's, and it was completely like coke.

"Excuse me, Miss Beloved, what kind of dish are you cooking? Do you think your own cooking is better, or my cooking?"

Xirui has always been stern, but at this moment she was holding her belly.

It's so funny.

"Of course I made it delicious." Mo Nanchong said firmly, "Some things may look inconspicuous, but their taste is extraordinary."

"Oh, really? Then wait a minute, Master Chong must eat more of his own food."

Xirui said with a smile.

Mo Nanchong looked at Xirui, "Are you serious?"

"certainly."

"You may not be able to eat what I cook..."

Chong Ye said nothing, but swallowed it anyway.

She couldn't say it, even if she didn't eat it, she couldn't say it directly.

Even if it’s not delicious, it still has to be called delicious.

She even got into a fight with Xirui.

"Not even ghosts will eat it?" Xirui guessed it. After all, the food he made himself was something not even ghosts would eat.

Bai Qiao: "..."

She turned around angrily and prepared to continue cooking.

At this time, Qian Lulu and Wei Dong also turned to look over. When Qian Lulu saw the food prepared by Mo Nanchong and the other two, Qian Lulu was in a state of shock.

She seemed like a person who had never seen the world at all.

"Is this what you cooked?"

Qian Lulu pointed to a dish and asked somewhat complicatedly.

"This is made by me, this is made by Xirui, Lulu, which dish do you think is better?"

Qian Lulu's face was full of confusion and embarrassment. In her opinion, none of the dishes was edible, but Mo Nanchong actually asked her so seriously which dish was more delicious.

Are you sure they are all edible?

It doesn't look like anything edible.

"this……"

"Tell me, which one is better? Otherwise, why don't you give it a try?" Mo Nanchong looked serious.

"No, you don't need to taste it, right?"

Are you sure you can eat this?

Will there be any problems if I eat it?

[Haha, I feel sorry for Lulu for a second! 】

[I almost laughed like crazy. Master Chong has no self-awareness about himself, and Xirui is the same. 】

[What the two of them cooked is inedible at first glance, and they even asked people to comment on which one tastes better. It’s obvious that both of them are inedible! 】

[Lulu is a good child and doesn’t dare to tell the truth to hurt them, but it’s so funny! 】

Qian Lulu said with a complicated expression: "Otherwise, you can eat with us later!"

Xirui: "No, we can do pretty well ourselves!"

Mo Nanchong glanced at Xirui complicatedly.

Xirui said: "Keep cooking, we have so many ingredients."

Wei Dong: "You'd better stop wasting ingredients. I can't stand it anymore. What I cook is only edible, but is what you cook edible?"

Xirui: "Why not? It's all made of vegetables."

Wei Dong: "Have you tried it?"

Xirui: "Of course not."

"Do you dare to try your own cooking?"

"Of course I dare. What I make is food. How could I not dare?"

Xirui started eating very bravely, and then he cried because of the vegetables he cooked.

His face twisted into a ball, and he tried to swallow the food, but it was really hard to swallow, so he spit it out in the end with a miserable expression on his face.

Wei Dong bent down and looked at Xirui, "Isn't it delicious?"

Xirui's handsome face had already turned into a bitter look. He said with a dark face, "It's not delicious! It tastes too bad! Not even a ghost can eat it!"

Mo Nanchong took a look at his dish with a complicated expression.

"How about we help you make it?" Qian Lulu asked cautiously, "If you do this, you won't be able to eat it. We can cooperate."

"Okay." Xirui glanced at Mo Nanchong, "I give up."

"I lost too..." Mo Nanchong patted Xirui on the shoulder, "You are the first person I have met who can match my cooking skills. Apart from my parents, my first time I’ve never met someone with such poor cooking skills.”

Xirui: "Are you praising me?"

Mo Nanchong: "Just think of it as a compliment. There are advantages to not being good at cooking. At least others won't dare to let you cook easily, so you can avoid cooking."

Xirui: "It makes sense..."