She smiled and woke up with a sentence, "Ling actually, I don’t think you should expect too much in your taste."
"Well, I can do it if it doesn’t kill me."
Ling wears a coat and goes out with her.
“…”
The supermarket is not far from here, and it takes less than ten minutes to drive back and forth. Ling has been carrying a bag of ingredients to Nansheng Building again.
"Can I help you?"
Yi leaned against the kitchen and stared at Royi with a face of unease.
Although he insisted on giving her a test period, he really saw Royi. When he bit his lip to deal with some ingredients, he still couldn’t bear it
When something is deeply rooted, it doesn’t mean that change can change.
"Your cooking is not as good as mine. Don’t look at me. I’m nervous."
Royi waved to Ling with a big radish in his hand.
“…”
Yi rubbed his forehead and turned out.
Let her do it. Why don’t you go out to eat?
Royi is going to prepare three dishes and one soup, a combination of Chinese and Western styles, foie gras, sweet and sour ribs, fried beef chops and Luo Songtang.
There is also a sweet matcha red bean.
Ling doesn’t like sweets, but red beans are of special significance to her, so she can do it without eating.
Ling looked at several dishes on the table, not to mention the taste. First of all, this looks really good and deserves to be a handmade designer
Ling silently proud in my heart.
It’s really unusual for him to remember a woman who tore his heart out.
Royi washed his face and came out to see Ling looking at those dishes in a daze and walked over with a smile "worried about poison? Do you want to try it first? "
Ling picked her eyebrows, picked up the spoon and took a sip of soup first.
Royi looked at him with his eyes open.
Ling endured the urge to cough up and swallowed the soup. How do you say the taste is definitely not as beautiful as it looks?
"Actually, I don’t know what you like to eat. I just saw you eat these dishes before."
This is what Royi observed before. Ling is very picky about eating. Even if he likes to eat, he doesn’t eat much.
I finally know how to reflect.
Ling hung his eyes and continued to taste a steak. It was unexpected that it tasted better than soup.
However, he cares more about the meal than the taste. Even if Royi sets out a bowl of black noodles today, he thinks he can eat it.
Especially when I just watched Royi busy in the kitchen, he really couldn’t tell his mood at the moment. Everything was like a dream.
Royi is back.
His wife is back.
It took a long time to eat this meal, and it took an hour to put chopsticks gracefully. Royi was already sleepy and fast asleep.
"If you are sleepy, go to sleep. Someone will clean it up."
Ling looked at her and said
"What about you?"
Royi stretched herself and sat up. Now her hair is shorter than before, just reaching her shoulders, and a few strands of dishonest ink slip across her face, which is particularly nifty.
Ling’s heart itched for a moment, but when her head was about to go down, she held back her hand and dialed her hair. "I’m reluctant to go to bed early today and go to the company to talk to you."
Royi ha ha smiled and looked up at him. "Got it. Good night."
"good night"
Ling glanced at her and grabbed the coat from the sofa.
Royi watched him.
Ling put on the sliding door and paused to look back.
Royi gave a hand.
"Be careful on the road"