Morning, the Heir

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Chapter 91 Men and women taste different

Jiang Yan listened to Lin Xiaomi's face and sank: "Don't mention her to me again. She said that she wouldn't recognize me. She is not my daughter afterwards. Xiner, you are my daughter. Auntie must be better later." Waiting for you."

Lin Xiner smiled softly and looked at her with a sly look: "Auntie, you make me happy again, then if I can save a person with Xiaomi, who are you saving?"

Jiang Yan heard the words, his face suddenly stagnated.

............

Lin Xiaomi did not go to work today, Sun Ru did not carefully inquire about her, just gave her some simple editing work: "The magazine is now busy, you can do it at home, good health. Come back to work early."

Lin Xiaomi is also a little embarrassed.

Because it was originally a magazine company lacking people, she was able to transfer it smoothly, but she had just transferred to the three-day leave.

That is to say, Sun Ru has a good temper. If this is changed to the previous Wang Feng, it is estimated that she has already let her roll out.

But she doesn't want to be lazy and doesn't go to work. It's really she can't go now.

Like a big bleeding all day, the holiday is completely irregular.

She squinted at the culprit sitting next to her, her face more and more ugly.

Leng Yuhuang accompanied her smile and licked her hair: "Hungry?"

These two days, Leng Yuhuang talking to her has always been this pleasing tone, and he is about to get used to her to see him with his eyes.

"A bit."

"What do you want to eat? I will buy it." Leng Yuhuang immediately said good.

"I don't want to eat outside, don't you say it's not clean? I want to eat what you do."

Leng Yuhuang hesitated for a moment, nodded: "Well, what do you want to eat?"

"Hands face, you check it out online and give it to me."

Leng Yuhuang: "..."

Leng Yuhuang just hesitated for such a moment, Lin Xiaomi's face was pulled down. He dared to say a word to her now, and immediately sighed: "Well, you wait, I will do it for you."

Lin Xiaomi snorted, and this was satisfactory.

Leng Yuhuang entered the kitchen, Lin Xiaomi moved the computer to sit on the sofa and sorted out the information that Sun Ru gave her.

She sat on the sofa and looked back at the cold and swaying in the kitchen.

It’s rare to see him in such a mess.

Leng Shuhuang checked the information on the Internet, and he said anything about it. It’s this face, well, it’s a lot harder for him.

Lin Xiaomi looked back from time to time, and looked at the man who always pays attention to the image. At this time, the hair on the face is full of flour.

Finally, I took out a bowl of noodles. When Lin Xiaomi looked, the brow suddenly smashed up: "What is this, carrot noodles? Your noodles are so thick, do you want to kill me?"

Lin Xiaomi leaned on his neck and learned his poison tongue: "Isn't it just for you to do something for me to eat? You are so vicious and want to kill me?"

Cold and helpless, turned into the kitchen and continued to linger.

"It's too thin! It's all broken when it's cooked."

"No power!"

"The thickness is uneven!"

"Not good! It's hard to swallow!"

"NONONO! It's too hard, the water is less, how can you be so stupid, and you can't make some noodles."

I don't know how many times he has been reworked. Cold Xiaohuang has become expressionless from the initial annoyance.

"How many times do you want me to redo?" The cold yin and yin sullenly suppressed the anger, but they did not dare to erupt. The tone of this speech took the two days of consistent grievances.

Lin Xiaomi took a look at him: "What's the matter? It's not happy to redo it so many times? I haven't let you make a potato pie with a compass? Don't want to do it, you can't do it, I can't be big, I am hungry."

Leng Yuhuang sighed and said that he was waiting for him here!

This stinky girl, her heart is really small, but she only made her potato pie several times last time. This time she used the opportunity to toss her.

But... well, she saw that he couldn't make her hungry.

Leng Yuhuang did not say anything more, turned his head into the kitchen and continued to redo.

Lin Xiaomi looked back at him, standing in a tall and straight posture and standing in the kitchen full of incompatibility.

But he is willing to endure her martyrdom for her. The movement of this noodle is awkward and ridiculous, but Lin Xiaomi feels warm, and I don’t know why. Seeing his face full of flour and scratching his head, she feels more than usual. The cold and cool look is much more lovely.

When Lin Xiaomi’s work was done, Leng Yuhuang came out with noodles and didn’t talk, so she looked at her.

Looks like... well, a little wronged.

Lin Xiaomi whispered a small mouth and looked at the bowl. He nodded: "Well, this time it’s barely OK, take it, I will taste it."

Leng Yuhuang raised his hand and wiped the sweat, and spit out a slight tone, finally passed the customs.

Lin Xiaomi is like a princess. He is holding a notebook and leaning against the sofa. He doesn't need to move on his body. Just open his mouth and wait for him to feed.

These two days, three meals a day are like this.

From the beginning, Leng Yuhuang almost sent the rice to her nose until now, and she was familiar with the movement, and she was skilled in more than one grade.

"Taste... How?" Cold and brilliantly asked, with a hint of imperceptible in his eyes.

Lin Xiaomi's subconscious eyebrows, this side seems to have not been fully cooked, the center is a bit hard, and there is no taste at all, and I don't know if he has salt.

It’s smarter to add an egg, and it’s saved a little.

Lin Xiaomi wants to satirize him subconsciously, but look at his cautious and full of expectations.

She couldn't say more harsh words.

He grinned and nodded. "Alright."

“Really?” Leng Yuhuang obviously had some questions that he did not believe.

"Well, really, according to the level of the first time, it is already very good, you are very talented to cook." Lin Xiaomi feels that it is necessary to encourage it.

Leng Yanhuang brows slightly pick, some incredibly looked at her, picking noodles to continue to feed her.

Lin Xiaomi saw that he was busy for a long time, had not eaten something a little bit poor, and lifted his chin: "You also eat."

Leng Yuhuang shook his head: "You feel delicious, you eat, I can't eat."

"Oh." Lin Xiaomi didn't respond to him at first, but he took another bite of noodles, which slowly returned to the taste.

What does she think is delicious, she eats.

Have you tried the taste in the kitchen? Feeling unpalatable, can't eat, but come over and give it to her?

Losing her is also afraid of hitting his self-respect, and saying it is delicious according to his heart!

"Hey, what do you mean! You feel bad about yourself, give me something to eat?" Lin Xiaomi was almost mad at him.

Who knows that Leng Yuhuang has a serious face: "Well, I think it is very difficult to eat, but you think it is delicious. I thought... Well, the appetite of a man and a woman is probably different."

"Pooh!"