"Where's the crisper?"

Interstellar crisper boxes are more common than refrigerators, which can not only preserve food from spoilage, but also maintain the freshness of food.

Xiao Ye Lu looked at Ying Zheng, who was already wearing an apron, and his ears were slightly red.

He suddenly realized that Agua was going to cook it himself.

The next moment, Xiao Ye Lu saw Ying Zheng find the fresh-keeping box, and his heart was still bubbling with happiness.

Ying Zheng reached out and opened the crisper box, and suddenly stopped moving.

Something seems wrong?

The tips of Xiao Ye Lu's red ears moved.

"Turns out you've already prepared the dishes here." Ying Zheng only glanced at it, and judged that there were more than five dishes in the crisper box, and she touched her chin, "It seems to be ...... I don't need to do it anymore. ”

"......" Lu Xiaoye is petrified.

He forgot.

Before Ying Zheng came, he made seven dishes, which was supposed to be a surprise for her, and he didn't think that she would cook it herself.

"You did it?" Ying Zheng turned around and asked.

Xiao Ye Lu waved his hand, his eyes dodged: "How can it be that Xiao Ye did it, these are all made by the machine chef......"

"Oh."

The faint response made Xiao Ye Lu slightly stunned, and the original awkwardness dissipated, making him a little disappointed.

Ying Zheng observed that the dishes were average, not like they were made by a machine program, so he grabbed a chopstick.

This move caught Master Lu unexpectedly, he immediately stepped forward to grab it, but he didn't expect it to be a step too late, Yingzheng turned around, and the dish was already in the mouth.

Hmph, dare to grab food with the widow.

Wait a minute......

What does it smell like?

"Vomit ......" Ying Zheng suddenly spit out and yelled at him, "You murder!" ”

When Xiao Ye Lu saw Yingzheng vomit, his face immediately darkened, and when he heard the latter sentence, he couldn't help but smile gloatingly.

"This is what you want to say yourself, it's too late for the master to stop it, blame me~" Xiao Ye Lu smiled, suddenly frowned and looked at her bad face, and muttered unconsciously, "Is it so unpalatable?" It's hard for me to cook ...... next time."

He went over to look at Ying Zheng's situation, and Ying Zheng raised his head: "What did you just say......

Master Lu shrugged: "Don't blackmail...... You want to eat it yourself and vomit, blame me for something......"

Ying Zheng looked into his eyes: "You just said that this is your cooking ......"

As soon as these words came out, there was silence.

Xiao Ye Lu blinked.

Next Olympics!

Lao Tzu said that he leaked his mouth, ahh

The end of the matter was that Ying Zheng made two meats, three vegetables and one soup according to the original plan, and the dessert was omitted.

The huge dining table demarcated the territory, and the two sat at opposite ends of the table.

Ying Zheng had the dishes she cooked in front of her, and Xiao Ye Lu had the dishes he made himself.

Lu Xiaoye secretly stretched out a chopstick, but was beaten back by Yingzheng's 'chopstick wind'.

"You eat yours, I eat yours, don't waste it!" Ying Zheng did not raise his eyes and warned coldly.

"Do you think that the master is rare for you to make......" Master Lu replied, but he wanted to cry and covet the dish opposite, Agua cooked for him for the first time, why not eat it!

On second thought, he couldn't finish the two meat and three vegetables with his own appetite, and if he couldn't finish it, he could openly stuff the leftovers into the crisper on the grounds that he would treat others the way he was a human being—and that he was not allowed to waste them.

Although it was a good idea, it also made Xiao Ye Lu's face brighter.

Until—

He stared at the plate across from him and saw the bottom a little.

Again fell into despair.