• 

  guxiaoran：

  Do you cook so many dishes?
• 

  zhuzhengting：

  Yeah, we made it all by ourselves!
• With anticipation in his eyes, Zhu Zhengting took a handful of chopsticks to Gu Xiaoran,
• 

  zhuzhengting：

  Try my tomato scrambled eggs and see how it goes.
• Gu Xiaoran nodded, picked up a little and stuffed it into his mouth, and nodded.
• 

  guxiaoran：

  It tastes great. Does Artin cook often?
• Saying that, Gu Xiaoran put some more in his mouth and sat down.
• 

  zhuzhengting：

  I haven't done it for a long time. I learned it from participating in the program before...
• Zhu Zhengting scratched his head and suddenly felt embarrassed.
• Not because she praised his craftsmanship, nor because she liked to eat her cooking, but because of her natural "Artin".
• 

  huangminghao：

  Taste mine,
• Huang Minghao glared at Zhu Zhengting, immediately sat next to Gu Xiaoran, and fed a chicken wing to her mouth.
• Gu Xiaoran took a bite, and his eyes lit up.
• 

  guxiaoran：

  You will cook later.
• 

  huangminghao：

  ...
• Huang Minghao's hand that suddenly fed her suddenly stopped, and his expression gradually solidified.
• I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
• Glad that she liked his cooking? But... in the future... he cooks?
• 

  huangminghao：

  It's... It's delicious?
• 

  guxiaoran：

  Super delicious!
• Gu Xiaoran grinned, holding his wrist and biting the chicken wing he was holding.
• Zhu Zhengting: "..." He was not sad.
• Others: "..." Well they are fine.
• 

  biwenjun：

  Of course, try mine again.
• 

  fanchengcheng：

  And mine...
• 

  liquanzhe：

  I have some here too...
• Each of the seven people sat down for a meal, and Gu Xiaoran tasted them one by one, as if he had discovered a new continent.
• 

  guxiaoran：

  Wow, I seriously doubt it now.
• 

  fanchengcheng：

  Doubt what?
• As Gu Xiaoran said that, he usually stuffed a mouthful of food into it, and several people looked at her suspiciously.
• 

  guxiaoran：

  I wonder if you are mistaken, it is actually a group of cooks.
• However, the lesson of blood later told her that some words should not be said too early.
• When she tasted the sixth dish, Gu Xiaoran's expression froze as soon as she put it into her mouth and chewed it for two mouthfuls.
• Gu Xiaoran chewed again with complicated eyes.
• 

  guxiaoran：

  This dish... who made it...?
• Forcing herself to swallow that mouthful of green loofah that had collected thousands of flavors in one mouthful, Gu Xiaoran only felt that there were five mixed flavors in his mouth now... not only in his mouth, but also in his heart.
• There was a saying that she could not lift the lid of the pot too early, nor could she say too much... The slap in the face came so quickly that she was caught off guard.
• 

  huangxinchun：

  That... was me...
• Looking at each other, a poor little man raised his hand from the corner.
• Looking at him as if he had done something wrong, Gu Xiaoran was a little funny.
• 

  guxiaoran：

  You try it too.
• He took a piece of green loofah and put it in his mouth with his hand, watching the changing expression on his face like a drama.
• 

  guxiaoran：

  How'd it go?
• The others held back their laughter. Seeing Huang Xinchun's colorful face, they knew that it must be unpalatable, and it was especially unpalatable!
• 

  huangxinchun：

  I think... still... okay...
• Huang Xinchun's face was not red and his heart was not jumping. He forced himself to swallow it, picked up the plate, picked up the chopsticks, and picked up a piece of food for them.
• As the saying goes, brothers are blessed and share difficulties, and they must share unpalatable things together!
• Zhu Zhengting refused with a face full of face,
• 

  zhuzhengting：

  Is this thing really edible?
• 

  guxiaoran：

  Of course.
• Gu Xiaoran was the first to make a guarantee.
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