Passionate Devotion

Chapter 1582 1614 Love is in the heart, hate is in the bone 5

In the dream, she heard footsteps, was quiet for a while, and saw the sound of plastic bags falling on the coffee table.

Lifting his eyes, the shadow completely enveloped her.

Xingluo got up, stood condescendingly on the sofa, and pointed his hand weakly at the man’s nose. All grievances and sorrows broke out at this moment. Anyway, you can vent in your dreams: "Leng Ye, you big Bastard!"

She was really drunk, her eyes were out of focus, Leng Yeyan could see it.

"Really? But you are a perfect match, then what are you?!"

He grabbed her by the hand and dragged her down, letting her unsteady body fall to his chest, he took advantage of the trend, took her in his arms, and stroked her back with one hand: "Spaghetti is terrible, can you eat fried rice noodles?"

Xing Luo raised his eyes, blinked, stared at the cold night in his dream, and swallowed his saliva.

His fried rice noodles are her favorite.

I haven't eaten it for many years, thinking about it and gulping again.

He would do the same with fried rice noodles. She taught them by hand. As a result, Qing was better than blue. She always felt that he was better fried. Every time he came to my aunt, she clamored for fried rice noodles.

She is full of lies, saying that eating can relieve the pain, he doesn't know if she really believes that men who never love to cook are always tricked by her to cook and fry a bowl of rice noodles to show sympathy and concern.

There is a kitchen in the hotel suite. I look at it in the cold night with the ingredients I just bought and show my talents in the kitchen. Fortunately, there is a supermarket opposite the hotel. Otherwise, there is really nowhere to buy such a complete range of ingredients at this night.

Xingluo stumbled into the kitchen and hugged Leng Yesu's waist. This dream was so beautiful.

She was so beautiful that she didn't want to wake up.

His tall and cruel figure paused, raised his hand, put a dried red pepper on her head, cut the meat with a knife, and chopped the green onions. The technique was unskilled, but the shredded pork was fine.

After Leng Ye Su finished all the ingredients, she turned on the fire. She wrapped herself around him. He held her arm and pushed the drunk woman away so that the hot pot and oil would burn her away, but Xingluo refused to give up. Change from behind and hug him again.

Under the warm light, she pressed her face to his cold and generous chest and spared no effort to praise: "Mr. Leng, I think you are the best chef in the world, even better than the chef at the state banquet."

"Stop compliments! Even if you flatter, you won't really learn cooking for you, don't think that I don't know your tricks!"

He pours the oil into the pot, and uses the skillful steps to stir-fry the side dishes and then pour the rice noodles. He can't cook, but the rice noodles are very good at cooking.

To compliment with her previous dog legs is:

A man only needs to know a dish and pretend to be forceful in front of a woman's best friend and friend at an appropriate time to make a woman happy.

To learn for the purpose of dressing, but to the extreme.

"It smells so good..." Xingluo poked his head in front, smiled at the corners of his mouth, crying ugly, but smiling as if someone was giving her candy, staring at her in a cold night, and Xingluo walked again. When he got to the front, he hugged him up: "Your Majesty, my concubines really want to eat."

"Go away, it's not alright." Leng Yexuan suddenly returned to his senses, clasping her arm, trying to pull her away, but she stared at the rice noodles in the pot, wishing to reach in. Grab a little and send it to your mouth.

He took the chopsticks and beat her outstretched hand severely.

"……pain……"

"Wash your hands before eating!"

(End of this chapter)