Since Tang Niannian didn't want to go out to eat, Zuo Lingye didn't force it anymore and took a bottle of XO from upstairs and walked to her: "Would you like to drink it?"
Tang Niannian: "..."
Didn't he just say last night that she wasn't allowed to drink?
"No."
Zuo Lingye asked again: "I know there is a very quiet cliff by the sea. Do you want to go?"
"Uh... Mr. Zuo, are you in a bad mood?"
What does he mean?
There is a problem, there is definitely a problem!
"No." Shouldn't it be that she is in a bad mood?
"Uh... I'll go back home, change my clothes, and then go out to cook."
Zuo Lingye explicitly prohibited wearing pajamas outside the room, so Tang Niannian had no choice but to change into a sweater.
The bra was very uncomfortable after wearing it for a day. It was hard for her to relax when she got home, and she had to take it off no matter what.
To prevent bumps, she wore two disposable bra patches.
When Tang Niannian went back to his room, changed his clothes and came out, Zuo Lingye was chopping chicken in the kitchen, with the knife in his hand and his movements deftly. He could tell he often cooks at first sight.
Tang Niannian thought for a while, but still couldn't hold it back: "I originally wanted to make a whole chicken for soup..."
Zuo Lingye: "..."
After the chicken is chopped and processed, you still have to talk nonsense!
"It's already chopped, let's braise it."
Tang Niannian smiled awkwardly: "I have never made braised chicken, so I don't know if it will be delicious."
"It's okay, I can do it, I can teach..." Before he finished speaking, Tang Niannian followed.
"Then please trouble Mr. Zuo to cook the chicken. If Mr. Zuo makes poached eggs well, the chicken will be delicious too."
Of course, the braised chicken he makes is amazing!
But no matter how I listen to it, I feel uncomfortable.
"Can you stop cooking the chicken one bite at a time?"
Tang Niannian saw Zuo Lingye's cold eyes, obviously unhappy, and suddenly remembered Song Ranran's words, a man must praise, and praise hard.
So her mouth was like honey: "I'm sorry Mr. Zuo, in my family, cooking is a woman's job, men don't need to know how to do it. I was just so excited to see how good your knife skills are. You looked so handsome just now.
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The corner of Zuo Lingye's mouth raised slightly: "You process the potatoes, kidney beans and eggplant, and I will fry them later."
When he has free time on weekdays, he will cook for himself. He likes to feel at ease in the kitchen and feels that cooking is a kind of enjoyment.
This is the first time I have been praised like this.
Tang Niannian reached for the potato peeler from behind Zuo Lingye. Her arms were not long enough, so she leaned forward and accidentally pressed her body against Zuo Lingye's back.
Soft touch... Zuo Lingye's back instantly stiffened and straightened, and she was not wearing underwear!
Did she do it on purpose?
Turning around suddenly, Tang Niannian was so frightened that she pushed her hands on his chest and staggered back two steps: "Mr. Zuo, what are you doing?"
A strong sense of oppression came over, Tang Niannian panicked, and said angrily: "Mr. Zuo, although we are married, we have agreed to live our own lives without interfering with each other. You should know your sense of propriety and boundaries, and don't get so close to me at all times.
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"Proportion? Sense of boundary?" Zuo Lingye handed the peeler to Tang Niannian in an unhurried manner, then looked down at his chest and asked coldly: "Is it easy to touch?"
Tang Niannian looked at the position of his hand, and his head was filled with blood for a moment: "Uh... yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to take advantage of you... I... peeled potatoes, um, potatoes..."
She quickly withdrew her hand, took the peeler from Zuo Lingye's hand, hurriedly ran to the side, blushing like a monkey's ass, and focused on peeling potatoes.
Tang Niannian didn't sound right: "Who did you ask?"
"You don't have to worry about it, just sign." This chapter has been completed!