He just wanted to ask, who cooks with seasoning like this?

After looking at it, there are only two bowls of rice in total, with so many seasonings, is this trying to murder them?

"Don't talk."

Qian Yizheng also felt very bad, seeing Brother Nuonuo kept adding ingredients to the fried rice, he wanted to open his mouth but couldn't.

Facing Brother Nuonuo's enthusiasm, he talked about how delicious the fried rice was while replying, especially at this moment, Brother Nuonuo was wearing the face of his little sister whom he especially hoped to appear. Where is he? Will say a word?

"Brother is still young, it is already very good to be able to do this."

He lowered his voice and whispered something in his brother's ear.

Big deal, after eating the fried rice fried by Brother Nuonuo, drink a few more glasses of water, it's no big deal, they are all practitioners, how could they not be able to stand it?

"Yes, brother is right."

Qian Yirong couldn't say anything, this is the younger brother, their youngest brother, he should be pampered no matter what.

However, he turned his head and glanced at the three younger brothers and the little aunt in the corner. He always felt that they knew something, otherwise, why did they run so fast just now?

"Brother, brother Nuonuo said that the third brother and the others have eaten it, and it is delicious." He reminded, can the rice fried by Nuonuo be delicious?

Qian Yizheng: "..."

How did he respond to these words? How can it be wrong?

After he ate the rice fried by brother Nuonuo, and then faced his brother's earnest eyes and asked him if it was good, would he be able to say whether it was good or not?

"Well, if Brother Nuonuo asks you later if it's good, remember to tell the truth."

Qian Yirong: "!"

The elder brother's words were obviously intended to trick him.

This is my younger brother. He personally fried the rice for them. Can he say it's not delicious?

But, just looking at brother Nuonuo's fried rice like this, he already felt that it was not delicious. He wanted to run away, but unfortunately he couldn't find a good excuse no matter what he thought.

Otherwise, let big brother eat a few more bites later, shall we?

He secretly looked at Qian Yizheng, thinking that this idea is very good, but before this idea was implemented, he was caught by his elder brother and secretly looked at him.

"Ahem!"

He coughed twice, and felt that the elder brother's glance towards him seemed to have seen him through.

And when the two brothers lowered their voices to discuss, the little milk boy over there had already fried the fried rice and served it on two delicate plates.

"Brother Zheng, Brother Rong, come and taste it, it's still hot after frying, it's the best time to eat." He raised his head and shouted at the two of them.

The two looked at him, opened their mouths, and tried to hold back the words.

"coming."

What can I do, I have to eat the rice fried by brother Nuonuo while crying.

"Brother Zheng, Brother Rong, Nuonuo added a lot of ingredients to the fried rice, it must be very delicious, come and eat, I put it on the table."

Kid Qian Yinuo put the two plates on the table, then ran to the side of the small stove, cleaned the small pot that belonged to him, and started to put water in it again.

"Nuo Nuo, what else do you want to do?" Qian Yizheng, who had already sat down at the table, saw his younger brother's movements and asked.

"I'll make soup for my brothers."

While talking, Qian Yinuo took out some dried vegetables that he didn't know what they were, and took out two sparrow eggs.