Hot

Author: Xiao Longyue

Hot

"What's your expression?" Ling Bei looked at Nan Zishu, who was sitting on the bed, and smiled and handed the chopsticks over.

"No, you made these?" Nan Zishu stared at the distinctive noodles in the bowl and the two poached eggs that were not broken at all, looking disbelief.

Although Nan Zishu had known for a long time that Lingbei never took the ordinary path when doing things

Ling Bei's smile became more and more obvious, and he felt a little proud when he opened his mouth: "It's not what I made, but I can't make it? These are all my exclusive recipes. Even if you order takeout, you can't find the same taste. Try it."

Nan Zishu picked a noodles and put them into his mouth carefully. The slightly hot noodles were fragrant and soft, and the aroma of sesame oil and onion and garlic was just right. Even if it was just a bowl of clear soup noodles, it was still lingering.

After tasting a bite, Nan Zishu couldn't help but look surprised. While continuing to put noodles into his mouth, he praised Ling Bei vaguely: "Ling Bei, you are so awesome, you are simply the reincarnation of the chef god!"

"What are you calling me?" Ling Bei grabbed another point in Nan Zishu's speech.

After realizing it, Nan Zishu couldn't help but stop the chopsticks in his hand, and held the bowl and looked at Ling Bei with a little at a loss.

He won't be angry, right?

Ling Bei looked at Nan Zishu's nervous expression and gently curled the corners of his lips: "It's great, I'll always scream like this from now on."

But even if Ling Bei said that, Nan Zishu was still a little cautious when he spoke again: "Ling...Bei?"

Ling Bei smiled helplessly and nodded, signaling her to continue.

"Why are you so good at cooking? Judging from your skills, I feel that you should be able to cook a lot of other dishes, right?" Nan Zishu asked curiously, put down his nervousness and looked back.

Ling Bei replied calmly: "I always have to eat alone, right? It's not that everyone treats every meal. Besides, cooking by yourself can save a lot of trouble. Of course, it's possible that I love this and like to study recipes."

"So if you don't become President Shi Yang one day, will you open a private kitchen restaurant?" Nan Zishu continued to ask according to Ling Bei's words.

"Yes," Ling Bei chuckled, and then responded seriously: "It's a good suggestion."

Nan Zishu held the bowl and took a sip of the noodle soup, then joked casually: "Oh, in this society, whether it is boys or girls, those who know how to cook are particularly popular.

"One of the people I know is about the same age as me, and it seems that none of them can cook. Neither Xiaohuan can.

"So, if anyone can marry you, don't envy others to death? Hey, can I learn from you to learn from you? I also want to be in the ranks of 'hot'."

"I won't teach you." Ling Bei refused very simply.

This made Nan Zishu a little disappointed.

Ling Bei thoughtfully took the bowl from Nan Zishu's hand and handed the porridge on the tray: "The noodle soup has no taste or nutrition, try this sweet corn porridge."

Nan Zishu was a little uncomfortable scooping sweet porridge with a spoon. The two of them were silent for a while before they heard Ling Bei say in a daze: "It's enough to have someone at home who knows how to cook, you just need to be responsible for being enviable."

"If you become 'hot', won't I have no advantage?"

The ending sound is full of affection, and the smile on Lingbei's face is gentle.

"Oh, then I'll..." Nan Zishu subconsciously answered according to Ling Bei's words, but when his brain gradually understood his words, it went down without warning.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!