She just forgot to eat. She actually forgot to eat.
How can this be?
Liu Zhiyuan raised her little face and looked at him.
"Cook me a bowl of noodles."
Song Ling thought about it. Cooking noodles? It seemed more difficult than a dangerous operation...
Liu Zhiyuan observed his expression, "What? You don't know how to do it? Forget it, I won't..."
Before she finished her words, the man at the door suddenly let go of her hand and turned into the kitchen.
Liu Zhiyuan blinked. Oh my god, was he really going to cook noodles for her? Could he cook? How was his cooking? Was it edible?
Listening to the rhythmic noise in the kitchen, she suddenly felt that she was quite popular as a little snail.
Despite all kinds of thoughts in her mind, she quietly walked to the kitchen door and looked at the handsome figure busy in the kitchen.
He had his back to her, probably processing the ingredients.
The light from the kitchen streamed down his head, creating a faint halo that made him look taller.
He turned on the tap and she heard the sound of water.
She couldn't help laughing.
She had never known the sound of water in the kitchen to be so sweet.
And, the point is, people who are busy in the kitchen look more attractive.
Women find men who cook for them attractive, and she is no exception.
Her kitchen is very small, and the man is very tall, so he should be very awkward.
However, the reality is that the painting style is very harmonious.
Song Ling felt someone staring at her from behind and turned to look at her.
"Look at me?"
Liu Zhiyuan quickly shouted, "No way! I'm just here to remind you that I want to eat tomato and egg noodles."
Song Ling killed her guilty arrogance with one sentence, "There are only tomatoes and eggs in the refrigerator."
Liu Zhiyuan, "..."
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