Douluo: I can steal other people's martial arts

Chapter 290 Let You Know What Cooking Is

"Ha ha!"

Ling Mo burst out laughing, looking at the dishes just now, thought it was some delicious food, but finally found out that it was simply poison.

He also felt strange, when did Ning Rongrong know how to cook, why didn't he know?

This spoiled young lady always opened her mouth for food and stretched out her hands for clothes. She has never cooked before herself.

Being able to make such a meal is really too normal, it's completely within Ling Mo's expectation.

"You're still laughing! I'm so sick of it. They've worked so hard to learn how to cook for you, but you still laugh at them. Hmph... Ignore you..."

Ning Rongrong said angrily, she has already realized that she is not that material at all.

"Haha, I can't do it! My stomach hurts..."

Ling Mo smiled and collapsed on the bed.

"puff……"

Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help laughing out loud, which made Ning Rongrong feel uncomfortable all over.

"Zhuqing, why are you still helping him? I'm so mad!"

Ning Rongrong yelled angrily, wishing to skin Ling Mo's cramps.

"Okay, okay, it's late at night! I'll make something, I can make do with something to eat..."

Zhu Zhuqing smiled for a while, then gently got off the bed, and was about to go to the kitchen.

"Let me come! Your body is still very weak and it is difficult to move around."

Ling Mo pulled her back, today's soul fighting, her soul power was consumed a lot, and her body was very weak.

Of course, from her point of view, she was fine, but from Ling Mo's point of view, she was seriously injured.

It's like, if you think you are not cold, your mother thinks you are cold.

Cough cough...why did it get here again.

"You...can still cook?"

Zhu Zhuqing was stunned. She had known Ling Mo for so long, but she had never seen him cook.

"That's natural. Cowhide is not just for bragging. With my culinary skills, I can be a chef in any hotel.

I can cook any kind of cuisine, it is delicious in color and flavor, I guarantee that you will want to eat a second meal after one meal..."

When it comes to cooking, Ling Mo felt that he could no longer keep a low profile.

It is no exaggeration to say that I have survived until now by relying on this cooking skill.

He can cook any dish!

Back then, in Holy Soul Village, Ling Mo hugged Tang Hao's thigh only by relying on a pot of porridge.

To this day, Tang Hao still misses the porridge he made, if you don't believe me, go to Sunset Forest and ask him.

"I don't believe it! You can cook?" Zhu Zhuqing looked suspiciously, no matter how he looked at Ling Mo, he didn't look like the kind of person who could cook.

From the time I met him until now, I still don't know which family he came from.

After getting acquainted and falling in love, Lingmo showed her the feeling that she is a rich man who plays games in the world, how can he make a living.

"Did you underestimate me... You are a man, I know astronomy at the top and geography at the bottom, the hall at the top and the kitchen at the bottom, and I am proficient in everything.

In this world, is there anything I don't know?

Not even the hidden weapons of puppet agencies can stop me, and I can't cook a mere meal? "

Ling Mo expressed that it feels so bad to be underestimated...

"Then you go! If you are not satisfied with what you do today, see how I punish you. How dare you laugh at me, hum..."

Zhu Zhuqing was still questioning, but Ning Rongrong couldn't take it anymore, so he put down the harsh words directly.

Obviously, she was hit by Ling Mo just now, the food she worked so hard to cook was unexpectedly so unpalatable.

If I had known that I would taste it before bringing it over, I would be ashamed to throw it home.

"Wait! Don't go away, I'll come as soon as I go, and today I will let you know what real cooking is."

With that said, Ling Mo pushed open the door and left the room directly, then turned around and entered the kitchen.

"Oh, what kind of cuisine do you want to make? Cantonese cuisine? Sichuan cuisine? Forget it, let's come to the eight major cuisines one by one..."

As a foodie, if you can't even cook, it's really useless.

Ling Mo spent a long time in the kitchen, but no one cared about him, and no one would come here in the middle of the night.

After saying hello to the person in charge of the hotel, all kinds of materials were used casually.

Ling Mo stayed in the kitchen for an entire hour, and finally prepared a table full of food, which was full of color, fragrance, and tempting to look at.

"knock off!"

Xiaota packed up all the plates and took them away, and Ling Mo returned to the room.

But when passing by Dai Mubai's room, he heard exciting voices coming from inside.

"..."

"This boy, not bad! Still in the mood to do good things..."

You don't need to guess Ling Mo to know who it is, who else is there besides Shui Yue'er?

These two guys have been getting tired of being together almost every day since they established a relationship with each other.

I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals!

Ling Mo originally wanted to scare them, but after thinking about it, it was too hurtful, so forget it.

Back in the room, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were still waiting inside, they didn't know what they were talking about, they looked very happy.

"I am back!"

Ling Mo pushed open the door of the room and walked in directly.

"Where's the food? Take it out, I'm starving to death..."

Ning Rongrong didn't care about anything, she was still waiting for a while to laugh at Ling Mo when she came back.

No matter how delicious it is, she will definitely say it's not delicious, and only by mocking Ling Mo can the hatred in her heart be relieved.

"What's the rush! You damn girl, you're so frizzy..."

Ling Mo knocked on her forehead lightly, then came to the dining table, and waved her right hand lightly.

I saw a table full of dishes appearing on the table.

"Wow...it smells so good!"

After a table of dishes appeared, the aroma instantly filled the whole room, and Ning Rongrong couldn't help but let out a cry.

"Wait, why should I say Xiang? No, I must not say Xiang. I will laugh at him later..."

Noticing something was wrong, Ning Rongrong hurriedly covered her mouth, but she couldn't stop looking at the table.

Ling Mo looked funny, came to the bed, helped Zhu Zhuqing to the dining table.

"Come on, two little princesses, have a taste..."

"Bah, it doesn't taste good at first sight!"

Ning Rongrong said angrily, and walked straight to this side, while Zhu Zhuqing said in disbelief: "This...you really did it? Didn't you ask the hotel chef to do it on purpose?"

She still can't believe that Ling Mo did it, it's incredible.

Can you really do anything?

"Silly girl, what are you thinking, I'm as shameless as you think.

You don't even look at it, what's the weather outside now, the chef doesn't sleep at night? "

Ling Mo was very depressed, why didn't she believe him?

"That's right! Hee hee, then I'll try it, my dear husband, is it delicious..."

After thinking about it, Zhu Zhuqing also imitated Ning Rongrong, and said with a mischievous smile.

Over there, Ning Rongrong couldn't wait any longer, and directly started chopsticks.

As soon as I picked up a piece of meat, the moment the aroma entered my mouth, I couldn't help shouting: "Wow, it's so delicious!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she regretted it. This was completely unconscious, and she couldn't control her mouth at all.

Is this the so-called True Fragrance Law?

At this time, she didn't care about the ridicule or not, and sat at the table and began to eat.

Seeing her eating so fast, Zhu Zhuqing thought, is it really that delicious?

Thinking about it, he tasted it tentatively, and with a look of enjoyment in his eyes, he looked back at Lingmo in surprise.

Obviously, she was also shocked by the delicacy in front of her.

Originally, she thought Ling Mo was just talking, but she didn't expect that he could really cook.

(End of this chapter)