Chapter 169: Brother Bei Feeds Almighty K

Wearing the rabbit hat to school?

One could easily imagine what this meant.

“What? Are you feeling troubled?” Feng Nai lowered his voice.

“A little. That’s why I’m changing the terms.” Mo Bei lowered the fire on the stove, her handsome face calm as she said, “Change one month to one week and I’ll wear it.”

Feng Nai watched the other person and replied casually, “Okay.”

Panda watched their interaction from the side, feeling extremely curious deep down.

“What difference will changing one month to one week make?” he wanted to ask.

Chief shot a look over, his eyes so dark that they were slightly cold. “Seems like you already know.”

Panda straightened up at once. “Chief, how could you tell?”

“You were so obviously dumbfounded.” Feng Nai did not want to comment any further. His gaze landed on the cooking clay pot on the fire, his voice still cool as he said, “I don’t like carrot soup.”

Evidently, these words were directed at Mo Bei.

Mo Bei stir-fried cabbage with a hand as her eyes shifted. “It’s not carrot soup, it’s clay pot beef ribs.”

Feng Nai said slowly, “It smells like carrots.”

“When the carrots and entrails balance out each other, the odor will become weaker and the texture will be different,” Mo Bei explained. Upon seeing that he was still standing there, she grabbed a piece of cloth to protect her hands and opened the lid of the clay pot. When she saw that it was more or less done, she picked up a piece of the entrails using wooden chopsticks.

Feng Nai did not stand on ceremony. He turned over, his white teeth opening. After getting a taste, he felt satisfied.

Panda, who watched this scene, found it astonishing.

Chief had always loved food, this much he knew.

However, at the same time, he was also extremely picky.

All these things weren’t important.

The point was that when Chief had come downstairs, his entire body had been radiating coldness.

Now that he’d had something to eat, he didn’t seem so villainous anymore. This… Were the cooking skills of Brother Mo Nan so good?

He was truly good.

There were four dishes on the table.

Braised beef brisket with tomatoes, clay pot beef ribs, sautéed cabbage with vinegar sauce, and lotus root salad.

He’d thought this was everything. However, there was also porridge on top of the rice and an egg in the porridge. After mixing it with a spoon, the aroma of vegetables wafted over.

Mo Bei pushed the plate right before Feng Nai.

Panda also wanted to taste it when he looked at it. “Mo Nan… Brother, where’s mine?”

“You don’t have a cold,” Mo Bei said before she picked up her wooden chopsticks and dug in, still saying very few words.

Panda opened his mouth. It was literally difficult to express himself in a few words.

The porridge was delicious. This was probably the fastest time Feng Nai had ever recovered from a cold.

Beef ribs, carrots, and crunchy lotus root slices were very appetizing when combined.

However…

“Wearing the hat will not be canceled. It’s no use cooking porridge for me to suck up to me.” Feng Nai reached out again when he was done eating and pressed on Mo Bei’s head.

Mo Bei was very nonchalant, as if she had gotten used to Almighty K’s touch from time to time.

After all, all boys behaved like this.

Actually, this way of thinking was wrong.

Of course, Mo Bei didn’t know that.

However, Panda faltered for a moment when he saw this sight.

Chief had first pressed his head at least a year after they had first met.

Why was it that when it came to Mo Nan, the pace was faster?

Was this SweetDisciple’s side effect?

Panda was just about to open his mouth to ask.

However, before he could, Chief’s gaze shot to him again. “You’ll wash the dishes or clean the bathroom. Choose one.”

Panda deflated. “It’s not fair, Chief. Why don’t you wash them?”

“Because these dishes were originally made for me. You’re just sharing my glory,” Feng Nai said leisurely.

Panda was speechless.