"Cough, cough, cough..." He coughed awkwardly, closed his broken hair in the evening, looked at the food on the table, and replied with a guilty heart, "that, I told you before, I can't cook, but you don't believe it."

"What's more, these dishes can't be eaten. They're just some paste. I've just tried them myself. They can't kill people..."

"Hehe, you can't eat a man? Late at night, you are really funny After listening to Xiangwan's words, Han Hao really didn't know whether he should cry or laugh. Originally, his purpose was to let Xiangwan cook himself a meal again to make up for the things he had done yesterday. But he really overestimated the cooking skills and face of Xiangwan, so he didn't eat these meals for pigs and pigs?

Aware of the coldness in Han Hao's tone, he clutched the bag tightly in his hand and frowned and said, "in my standard, it's OK to eat someone who can't die. And if you dislike it, you can not eat it. I didn't force you? Anyway, I have met the requirements you said. As for what you want to do next, it's your business. I won't interfere, so I'll go! " Say, want to escape later.

However, Han Hao, who had already seen through her thoughts, immediately stepped forward and blocked her directly. He said with a gloomy face: "do you want to go? How can it be? Didn't you just say these things kill people? If you don't finish all these things today, I will never let you leave! "

"You, what do you mean? Do you want to imprison me? I tell you, I can call the police! " She was holding her back tightly for a night, and her eyes were covered with death.

"Well, if you have the ability, you can report it. Do you really think I'm afraid of you? Anyway, you have to eat these things today, and you have to eat them if you don't! " Facing the threat of late evening, Han Hao didn't care at all. He directly reached out his hand and pulled Xiangwan's arm toward the dining table.

"You, you let me go!" Late at night, he frowned and looked at his arm tightly held by Han Hao, and made an angry voice.

However, for her resistance, Han Hao didn't notice at all. He pulled the late evening to the dining table, pressed her shoulder and sat down, picked up the chopsticks and put them into her hands.

"Eat, I'll sit here staring at you, if you can't finish eating, you don't want to leave!"

A flurry flashed through Shuiliang's eyes. Looking at the food in front of her, she was filled with regret. "I knew I would rather give up the cooperation with Tengfei, I would not provoke this man who doesn't talk about it at all!"

Han Hao picked his eyebrows and sat there, looking at the evening full of pain on his face, he snorted coldly and said coldly, "how about your own cooking? It's delicious, isn't it?"

A mouthful of spicy chicken goes into the belly, frowns tightly at night, and quickly picks up the water on the table and drinks it.

However, in spite of her regret in the evening, however, the matter has come to this stage. She can only go to it bravely, holding the fingertips of chopsticks pale slightly, biting her lips nervously in the evening, and finally takes the chopsticks to the food on the table.