Looking at the bowl of noodles, Lu Yulan fell into thought.

Hmm... how about we destroy the evidence and cover it up?

She seems to have accidentally sprinkled too much salt, and then did something else, like adding sugar, but I can't remember how much.

She seems to have forgotten.

How could she cook something so brain-dead, only tasting a spoonful in her mouth and then adding sugar?

Hmm... let's just destroy the evidence.

As she spoke, Lu Yulan picked up the bowl, ready to throw it into the trash can and let it decompose.

"Is it all better now?"

"It looks delicious."

Before I knew it, the bowl in my hand was in the hands of another man with well-defined knuckles.

"Then I'll enjoy my food."

As he spoke, he gave Lu Yulan a faint smile.

It was like a ray of warm sunshine in the March breeze, just right.

"Hmm... Hmm? Wait a minute!"

Oh no... it's too late.

Watching the other person bite through the soft, chewy noodles with their big white teeth.

Lu Yulan: !!!

His face was contorted.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Yuanhong looked over with a hint of worry.

"No, it's nothing. Try some soup, is it good?"

Lu Yulan stretched out her hand, indicating.

Lu Yuanhong took a sip of the soup with some skepticism. It had a light, fresh, and sweet taste, but it was a bit too sweet.

"It tastes pretty good."

Then I glanced at the wrist brain.

The bald man reported that everything was fine.

Hmm... I think I'll leave tomorrow.

"Yes, as long as it tastes good."

Lu Yulan breathed a sigh of relief; she hadn't expected things to turn out so well by accident.

She sat quietly to one side, resting her chin on her hand, watching Lu, the male god, eat.

It seemed like she was seeing for the first time how handsome he looked while eating.

Elegant and gentlemanly, he resembled an ancient nobleman or a young master from a privileged family who had not yet entered the world.

[Host, you're swooning.]

"My mom says that looking at handsome men often can help you live longer. I'm doing this so that I can live a long life and carry on our careers. I'm not a fangirl."

【Hehe!】

After finishing his meal, Lu Yuanhong looked at Lu Yulan.

"Could you give me the surveillance data for the entire planet today?"

"Yes, that's fine."

Lu Yulan was curious.

"What do you need all this for, my idol?"

"Traces left by the search and tracking."

"So, I might have to stay and bother Yulan today."

After saying that, she smiled gently.

...

Lu Yulan looked at the extra pillow in her hand.

What are you doing?

Lu Yulan, what kind of future do you have?

Isn't this my idol working hard to find the real culprit for me? I can't just turn him away.

That makes sense.

Then she looked at the pillow in her hand and said, "Xiaomi, a khaki pillow, doesn't it match my idol?"

[Host, you're hopeless. Hurry up and confess your feelings! Aim for two babies in a year, three in three, and respond to the nation's call.]

Lu Yulan: ...

She's not a pig!

Never mind, I'll just choose the black one.

After preparing the room, I looked at Lu, the male god, who was still processing data in the living room on the first floor.

Under the dim light, the other person's sharp features seemed to soften, gaining a touch of warmth.

Lu Yulan walked over with a glass of water.

"Still no results?"

"It's okay, don't worry about me, go to sleep early."

Lu Yuanhong would never say that he had already finished checking the information and had some leads. He would handle these matters himself, and the young lady should just stay at home, grow vegetables, raise flowers, and cook.

"It's okay, I'm not that sleepy today."

Lu Yuanhong moved his long legs, which hadn't moved for a long time, and then closed the 3D projection on the quantum computer.

He lowered his head slightly and half-closed his eyes.

Did you like the gift I gave you last time?