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Chapter 156 Food Poisoning
Wen Miao didn't care what the name of the thing that looked like broccoli was called, nor did she care whether it looked like Buddha's hair. She only cared about one thing——

Wen Miao: [Can I eat it? 】

He Yin: [Of course, this dish is quite expensive. 】

OK, as long as you can eat it.

Wen Miao broke off a small half and threw it into the pot.

After throwing it down, Wen Miao suddenly remembered an important question that she had neglected——

Did she forget to wash the rice just now?
Thinking of this, Wen Miao turned her head to the side, fixed her eyes on the white cauldron on the induction cooker for three seconds, and then looked away as if nothing had happened.

Forget it, it’s okay, it’s not clean, and you won’t get sick if you eat it.

She also ate the snacks she dropped on the table when she was a child, isn't she still alive and kicking?

After figuring this out, Wen Miao became unburdened, and turned her head to look left and right. In line with the principle of "the more the better, rich in nutrition, supplementing calcium, iron, zinc, selenium and vitamins", she stretched out her hand to hold all kinds of beans Grab a handful of each in a glass airtight jar.

Then, she began to think about the vegetables she put aside.

Purple vegetables?

Is this purple cabbage?

Wen Miao tilted her head and stared at the unknown mysterious ball for a while, but in the end she couldn't figure out its specific name from her memory.

When eating in the past, she was only responsible for opening her mouth to eat, eat more if it tasted good, and push it aside if it didn't taste good. As for the name of the dish, she really didn't bother to ask.

But that's okay.

These are little things.

Since it is in the kitchen, it must be edible.

In line with the principle of "you can eat it", Wen Miao cut another piece of unidentified vegetable into it, lifted the lid of the pot, and small bubbles were already bubbling in the pot.

It should cook for a while longer.

Too many things were added, and the porridge was a bit thick, so Wen Miao added two spoonfuls of water into it.

While the porridge was cooking, she took out her mobile phone, took a photo of the steaming white electric pan, and posted a Moments message, intending to commemorate the first time she cooked in her life.

The fire was turned on high, and soon the pot began to bubble up again, gurgling and gurgling.

Before serving the porridge, in order to make it taste better, Wen Miao grabbed two hawthorns from the glass jar next to it, threw them into the pot, and stirred them twice with a spoon.

Now, this porridge is full of five poisons... No, it is full of five flavors.

It smells good too, with the aroma of glutinous rice. The only problem is that Wen Miao always feels that the color of the porridge she cooked is different from the porridge cooked by the nanny at home. ,
Wen Miao attributed the cause to the possible discoloration of the boiled beans.

Either those veggies that were boiled melted.

After turning off the fire, Wen Miao walked out with the porridge in hand.

After entering the room, she put the bowl of porridge heavily on the tea table in front of Shen Jiayu, and gave the highest order: "Eat."

"..."

Shen Jiayu stared at the bowl of porridge and remained suspicious.

Can he ask, what is this... what is this thing?

The bowl was quite big, and it was still steaming inside, obviously it had just been made.

The unknown liquid in the bowl is really scary.

There is blue in the white, purple in the green, and black in the purple...

In short, the color is very strange.

People can't tell what this bowl is.

Seeing Shen Jiayu's expression clearly, Wen Miao bent down, and gently tapped the edge of the coffee table with his knuckles: "What expression do you have?"

Shen Jiayu: "..."

It may be the tragedy of a strong man breaking his wrist.

"Actually, my cooking is quite delicious." Wen Miao said completely unconvincingly.

Shen Jiayu: "...?"

What did you say? ? ?
Can you touch your conscience and say it again?
Shen Jiayu looked at the bowl of something that had nothing to do with the word "rice", and deeply doubted the authenticity of Wen Miao's words.

But he was the one who said he didn't like to eat takeaway, and he was the one who said that he could do whatever he wanted.

If he said he didn't want to drink porridge now, Shen Jiayu felt that Wen Miao might wring his head off and soak it in the bowl in front of him.

In the end, Shen Jiayu forcibly suppressed the resistance in his heart, and picked up the bowl resignedly to his fate.

Just after taking the first sip in his mouth, his expression froze.

"What's the matter?" Wen Miao was still waiting for his compliment, seeing him froze, she quickly asked, "Isn't it delicious?"

"..." Shen Jiayu paused for a long while before swallowing the porridge, nodded and said, "It's delicious."

It just sounds a bit hoarse.

"Really? Is it really delicious?"

"Ah."

Wen Miao looked at him closely, with a look of disbelief: "But your expression doesn't seem to be so delicious."

"..." Shen Jiayu took a deep breath, and his voice sounded hoarse, "Because it's so delicious, I have to endure the ecstasy, just to keep you from being too proud."

Wen Miao: "..."

There is no need to be so ecstatic...

Seeing Shen Jiayu drinking porridge with downcast eyes, Wen Miao immediately put down a big rock in his heart, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and sat on the armrest of the sofa beside him after returning.

Supervise someone's meal.

Shen Jiayu was struggling to drink porridge.

He has never felt that the time is so difficult, it can be said that the days are like years.

After 10 minutes, a bowl of porridge was finally finished.

Shen Jiayu pushed the bowl with relief, leaned on the back of the sofa, and began to listen to Wen Miao's lecture.

Wen Miao was ready for a long speech.

Seeing that Shen Jiayu was so self-conscious, he was immediately more satisfied. He got up and went to the desk opposite him, posing as a dean.

It is more comfortable to talk face to face.

"Shen Jiayu, I'm not talking about you. Look, you're such an old man, seventeen or eighteen, right? Why are you still playing the trick of disappearing like a child? I've sent you so many messages, but you still don't Back to me, so I have been wondering these days, do you live in the tomb, so the mobile phone signal is not very good?"

"..."

"Okay, if you don't come back, don't go back. My lord has a lot, and the prime minister can hold a boat in his belly, so I don't care so much about you. Now let's talk about food. Don't you eat by yourself? As the saying goes Well, you don’t eat actively, you have problems with your thinking, haven’t you heard this sentence before? Now I’m telling you, you—”

Wen Miao was eloquently explaining the truth when she suddenly saw that Shen Jiayu's expression was not right.

She stopped: "——what's the matter with you?"

Shen Jiayu closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Stomach hurts."

Wen Miao: "?"

Wen Miao paused: "Where does it hurt???"

Shen Jiayu's voice was hoarse: "Stomach hurts."

Wen Miao: "???"

Stomach pain?

Wasn't it fine just now?
(End of this chapter)