The action of a Niu's dinner was slightly stopped for a moment, and then he said with a smile: "what? Try not to taste good
Ling Luoyu bit a pancake and her eyes twinkled: "no, but I'm used to the taste of this kind of home-made dishes. It's better to You make something of a big restaurant
A Niu raised his head in surprise: "big restaurant It's not like that
"Yes, the taste of the restaurant!! You are all home cooked dishes. I can make them too. Nothing special... "
A Niu's eyes show a touch of disappointment, immediately micro can not be checked flash fleeting: "what do you want to eat?"
"What to eat Anyway, I didn't eat it, so I was curious. For example, the taste of Longgan fengnao Anyway, it's not your taste of vegetables and mushrooms... "
Ling Luoyu's chopsticks pick and pull dishes at will, but he turns a blind eye to the excitement of a Niu.
The room fell into a moment of silence, Ling Luoyu obviously felt the breath of a Niu.
It was a breath of oppressive force, with a bit of domineering and domineering.
But the breath disappeared in an instant, and when she caught it again, it was gone.
Ah Niu put down his chopsticks stiffly: "those you said I can't do I can cook these simple dishes
After a pause, he points to the meal.
"Chickens and vegetables are stolen from others. Mushrooms are picked in the mountains If you want to eat Longgan fengnao, I don't have that thing I can't do it either! "
Ling Luoyu bit the pancakes and looked at him with his side eyes, making a mockery of him.
"I thought you could do anything Seriously, it's not uncommon for a man to cook, but pancakes are unusual Who taught you? "
She pulled, and then brought the subject to the man who taught him to cook.
There is an intuition in Ling Luoyu's heart that the man who taught a Niu to cook may be the central point of the story.
Sure enough, a Niu's eyes will be wrong when he mentions this person.
He sat there in silence, chewing pancakes in his mouth, unconsciously chewing and swallowing, and then biting again, chewing and swallowing.
Ling Luoyu also does not urge, just sit there silently to accompany him to eat, the eye light but certainly looks at him.
After a long time, she whispered: "the one who taught you how to cook Is it your daughter-in-law? "
A Niu seems to have been touched, suddenly raised his head and looked into her eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing I just think they can cook. They are all women You can cook. You must have learned from your daughter-in-law Yes? I'm not right? Did you not have a daughter-in-law, or did you not learn from your daughter-in-law? "
Ling Luoyu followed this question decisively and sharply.
Niu's reaction proved that she guessed right!!
The man who taught him to cook has an absolute story.
A Niu's breath gradually became short and his eyes flickered slightly.
"And you? Do you have a sweetheart? "
Ling Luoyu is indifferent to pick eyebrows. The heart says that the wind is turning very fast, and he has great ability to climb up the pole.
Then he took a sip of porridge and said, "do you think someone looks like me Will there be a sweetheart? "
"How about I be your sweetheart..."
"Poof!"
Ling Luoyu's porridge, even water belt rice, sprayed on a Niu's face.
"You What are you talking about? "
"I said I'll be your sweetheart There was rice hanging on his head, but it didn't mean to wipe it off.
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