Chen Lu was naturally unwilling to let a simpleton make his heart race, and he was thinking about how to get back at him.

He watched the girl's ponytail sway gently and silently followed behind.

Liang Zhirou walked up to the refrigerator, paused as soon as her hand touched it, turned to look at him, and asked softly, "May I open it?"

She felt a little awkward. She felt no pressure cooking for Chen Lu at her own home, but at Chen Lu's house, she inexplicably felt embarrassed to touch anything...

Chen Lu found it funny, "I wouldn't mind if you took my refrigerator away."

Liang Zhirou pursed her lips and didn't say anything more. She silently opened the refrigerator to see what she could take out to cook noodles for Chen Lu.

"What would you like to eat?" she asked after looking around for a while.

"Plain noodles are fine, just make it quickly." Chen Luyi looked at her from the wall with a serious expression, "Otherwise I'll feel guilty to death."

The reason he didn't insist on refusing Liang Zhirou's cooking for him was, besides the fact that this silly girl was really too persistent, that her cooking was just too delicious...

It would be a lie to say I'm not tempted.

The girl nodded and reached out to take out two tomatoes.

She remembered Chen Lu's taste very clearly. Of all the dishes in the refrigerator, the only one he liked better was tomato and egg noodles.

That's at least what I learned from what Chen Lu told her.

Seeing this, Chen Lu stopped idling and went into the kitchen to fill the pot with water.

To save this silly girl from making a mess of things later, Liang Zhirou, although she has a great figure, is still very delicate and doesn't look very strong.

The kind that would fall over with a single push.

When he saw the water in the pot overflowing, he quickly snapped out of his thoughts and poured some water out.

"We don't need this much water..." Liang Zhirou said gently, as if she thought it was a waste.

"I know."

As Chen Lu spoke, he put the pot back.

"I was daydreaming just now."

Upon hearing this, Liang Zhirou looked at him with some concern, "Is something on your mind?"

These words made Chen Lu feel ashamed, and he could only explain, "It's nothing, I was just thinking about how to fatten you up a bit. Look how thin you are."

"Oh." Liang Zhirou didn't think much of it and responded softly.

Chen Lu has always been more concerned about her weight than she is, and now she's gotten used to it.

"Go out now. Go lie down for a while, I can do it myself."

She urged him softly while mustering her courage to poke Chen Lu, since he often poked her face.

Suddenly, she noticed that Chen Lu's stomach felt a little strange when poked, so she blankly poked her own stomach.

"What's wrong?" Chen Lu asked curiously.

Liang Zhirou lowered her head shyly, "Your belly is a little bit harder than mine..."

Chen Lu couldn't help but laugh, pulling up his T-shirt to reveal his thin abs.

For someone with such a slender build, this level of thinness is just right and aesthetically pleasing.

"Isn't that normal? I have abs, okay?"

Actually, he just thought it was more attractive, so he inexplicably persisted with it.

Anyway, he didn't plan to train to that extreme level; that would be tiring, ugly, and pointless.

The current situation, where I can maintain it with regular exercise, is just right.

Upon seeing this, Liang Zhirou quickly turned around, feeling both ashamed and regretful that she had turned away too quickly.

When will I ever have another chance like this? I should have looked at it one more time...

Thinking of this, she immediately blushed and began to berate herself in her heart.

Chen Lu chuckled and patted his belly twice, but instead of leaving immediately, he sat down and watched her.

"Oh right, you haven't let me poke you back yet," he reminded her. "Come here and let me poke your belly."

Liang Zhirou shook her head vigorously, "No..."

"Liang Zhirou, how can you be so greedy and freeload every day? This kind of behavior is not good."

"You poke my face every day too."

Chen Lu scoffed, "A face is a face, and a belly is a belly. I didn't stop you from poking my face. Come on, poke me as many times as you want."

Liang Zhirou turned her head away and focused on cooking, ignoring him.

If I say a few more words, I'll definitely still have to follow his lead.

She felt her cheeks were still a little hot.

This kind of constitution is really annoying; doesn't it make me seem like I'm easy to bully...?

The steam rising from the pot kept hitting the girl's cheeks, making her take two steps back uncomfortably. But then, as if afraid of bumping into something, she quickly stopped.

He turned around anxiously to check if he had broken anything.

It was only then that she realized she was in Chen Lu's kitchen. It was spacious, so she didn't need to be so careful, and she didn't have to stand in front of a hot pan and roast herself...

The two then quieted down for a while and stopped making a fuss.

For some reason, seeing the girl busy in the kitchen always warmed Chen Lu's heart.

There's a feeling I can't quite describe...

It was both touching and reassuring.

When he saw Liang Zhirou at her house last time, he inexplicably felt an urge to marry this simpleton.

It's not that I like her cooking to that extent, it's just that I really like the feeling.

Given Liang Zhirou's personality, she would definitely insist on taking all these things upon herself.

I'll accompany her grocery shopping every day after get off work, watching her carefully select items while I yawn as I carry the bags.

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