Right Here Waiting For You

Ning Tiantian met his disbelieving look and immediately snorted unconvinced, "What kind of look are you looking at? Are you looking down on me?"

She immediately got off him, picked up the lunch box, and brought it to him, "Here, have a taste. I promise it will be particularly delicious."

She cooked it step by step according to the recipe.

"..."

Li Yanmo looked at the bowl of dark porridge in front of him with a somewhat speechless expression.

"what is this?"

Why does it look so similar to Poison? ? ?

"Black rice porridge, I cooked it for two hours." Ning Tiantian's eyes were shining, holding the porridge bowl, looking at him expectantly.

Li Yanmo lowered his head, glanced at the porridge again, and picked it up with a sense of resignation.

Then, he tilted his neck and drank it all in one gulp.

At any rate, it was the girl's heart, and he treated it as a minor issue.

"Ahem!" He ate so quickly that Li Yanmo even choked.

A handsome face suddenly turned red.

And... this porridge... is even worse than the medicine!

"Brother Mo, why are you eating in such a hurry? It's not like there's nothing left here!" Ning Tiantian quickly took out the paper on the side and wiped the corners of his mouth.

After a while, Li Yanmo calmed down and swallowed the rough porridge with difficulty. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Ning Tiantian bringing another bowl of porridge.

The same porridge as before.

Li Yanmo took a step back instinctively.

"Don't you still want to drink? Why are you running?" Ning Tiantian walked forward and handed him the porridge in her hand eagerly.

Li Yanmo's head was suddenly filled with black lines. When did he give her the illusion that she still wanted to drink?

"Tiantian, I'm full." Li Yanmo said to her with a wry smile.

After drinking another bowl, he worried that the ambulance would be coming later.

"Oh..." Ning Tiantian looked at him carefully and gave up when she saw that he really wasn't lying. She couldn't help but ask, "Is this porridge delicious?"

"This... is okay."

Li Yanmo gave a vague assessment.

"Is it okay?" Ning Tiantian asked, and then looked down at the porridge in her hand, "Then does it taste good or not?"

"it……"

Li Yanmo was about to speak again, but he saw that the little girl in front of him had already picked up the bowl, put it to her lips, and started drinking.

"Don't drink!"

Li Yanmo was about to stop him, but it was already too late!

"puff--"

Ning Tiantian squirted out and threw the bowl into the trash can. She immediately picked up the water on his table and gargled her mouth desperately.

"Gulu gulu, vomit!"

She squatted next to the trash can, spitting out water, with tears in her eyes.

Oh my God, she just had the nerve to ask if it tasted good, this was so bad that it tasted so bad!

More poison than poison!

Not exaggerated at all!

"Didn't I tell you to stop drinking?"

Li Yanmo leaned over his tall body and patted her back gently with his big hands, his voice a little helpless.

"How could I make such terrible food?" Ning Tiantian went crazy and wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Maybe this is also a kind of talent." Li Yanmo thought for a long time before speaking.

"..."

Ning Tiantian's head was covered with black lines at first, then she raised her head and looked at him worriedly as if she had thought of something, "Why did you drink all the porridge that is so unpalatable?"

"Because you made it with your own hands." Li Yanmo wrapped his slender and soft little hands with his big hands, squatted on the ground like her, and spoke word by word, "Although it tastes bad in the mouth, it tastes bad in the stomach. Warm, sweet..."