After a while, the three of them arrived at their home in Akagi, a two-story villa built on the mountain, covered with vermilion glazed tiles, surrounded by greenery, and the feeling of tranquility and remoteness was fascinating.

"How? Isn't this house great," Akagi said proudly.

"Hmmm! It's really great," Ling Feng said.

Akagi stepped forward, opened the crescent-like door, and beckoned Ling Feng in.

In the middle of the courtyard, there is a big pond, there is a delicate small stone arch bridge on the pond, there is a small and exquisite pavilion on the bridge, and in the crystal clear pool under the bridge, there are clusters of green sinks, dancing with the flowing water, what a poetic and picturesque small villa.

"Is this the house you bought?" Ling Feng asked, this villa is expensive, since there is this house, then why does Blowing Snow say that Akagi is so miserable.

"It's not mine," Akagi stuck out his tongue and said embarrassedly, "This is an old man's house, and he went on a foreign tour, so he entrusted the house to me." ”

"Leave this alone, let's go into the nest!" Akagi waved his hand crampedly and pulled Ling Feng into the room.

Ling Feng had just sat down on the chair when Akagi asked, "Has the Admiral eaten?" ”

"Not yet!" Ling Feng said softly.

Hearing that Ling Feng hadn't eaten yet, Chicheng suddenly came to his senses, walked to the kitchen, tied his apron, and turned back to Ling Feng and said, "Commander, wait a minute, I'll cook for you." ”

"Hmm!" Looking at Akagi, who was busy in the kitchen, Ling Feng showed a happy smile, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a touch of tenderness.

My own shipwrew, it seems that she is so gentle and virtuous, and she is really happy!

"Admiral! I'm going to help Akagi," Zuitsuru said, and went to the kitchen as well.

Ling Feng nestled comfortably on the sofa, holding the remote control, happily watching TV, waiting for Chicheng to cook for him.

Zuihe came to the kitchen and saw Akagi squatting in front of the refrigerator in a daze, and asked, "What's wrong?" Aren't you going to cook? ”

"There's no food at home," Chi Cheng said distressedly.

"There are no ingredients, you dare to say cooking, I see how you explain to the Admiral," Ruihe said gloatingly.

"Maybe it's in the fridge!" Chicheng rummaged through the refrigerator indiscriminately, rummaged, and rummaged, and actually turned out a bag of noodles.

"Hee-hee-hee! I knew there must be something left at home," Akagi took out the noodles and rummaged through the fridge for a while, finding two more eggs and some wilted greens.

"That's all there is to it," Akagi took the ingredients, boiled a pot of water, and when the water boiled, he put the eggs, vegetables, and noodles into the pot in turn.

Looking at Akagi, who was busy on the side, Zuihe suddenly wanted to do it himself.

"Akagi, can you let me do the next?" Zuihe asked.

"Yes!" Akagi readily agreed, took the initiative to get out of the way, and just cleaned up the kitchen by himself, after all, he was leaving tomorrow.

"Great," Zuihe walked over to the pot, took the soup spoon, and tossed it in the pot as he remembered Shohe's cooking.

When the noodles were almost cooked, Zuihe took the salt and MSG on the table and began to make a difficulty: "Is this long salt or short salt?" ”

"Zuihe! Hurry up and recuperate, otherwise the noodles will be rotten," Seeing that Zuihe didn't react for a long time, Akagi kindly reminded him.

"Well... Okay..."Zuihe was startled, his little hand shook, and he poured half a jar of salt into the pot in his hand.

"Oh no, it's a pill, what should I do!" Ruihe looked at the pot dryly, looking at a loss.

"Isn't the meal ready yet?" Ling Feng in the living room was already rumbling with hunger, and he couldn't stand it, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Horses... It's going to be fine right away," Hearing Ling Feng's urging, Ruihe didn't care about anything, and after mixing a few times, he picked up the pot and brought it to Ling Feng.

It's the first time I've done it, but I think I can do it well! After seeing that Sister Xianghe has cooked so much, she shouldn't be very bad.

Ling Feng picked up the chopsticks, took a closer look at the bowl of green vegetable and egg noodles, and exclaimed, "It looks very good," sniffed it lightly, and exclaimed: "It tastes very good, and it must taste good." ”

"Admiral, try it," Rui He looked at Ling Feng expectantly with his sparkling eyes.

"Hmm!" Ling Feng smiled slightly, picked up the noodles, and gently put them in his mouth.

As soon as the noodles were eaten, Ling Feng's face turned into a bitter gourd face, which was also too salty, and it was all salty and bitter.

"How's that, how's that," Zuihe asked anxiously.

Looking at Ruihe's expectant eyes, Ling Feng could only stubbornly reply, "It's delicious." ”

"It's delicious, my scalp is numb," Ling Feng complained in his heart.

"Whew!" Zuihe let out a long breath and said, "I was worried that it would be unpalatable, but sure enough, I have a talent for cooking." ”

"Hmmm! Come on," Ling Feng cried and ate the noodles little by little, his throat feeling as if it had been burned by fire.

"When we go back, I'll make it for the Admiral every day," Zuihe said excitedly.

Ling Feng was startled, so frightened that his chopsticks fell, he felt like he was dying after eating it once, if he ate it every day in the future, this day would be unimaginable.

"Is the Admiral too happy? So even the chopsticks fell off, and sure enough, I was the best," Zuihe said, holding his face, looking extremely excited.

"Well, I think! Leave things like cooking to Xianghe," Ling Feng whispered to persuade Ruihe, it's okay to eat it for yourself, if you make it for other ship girls, it is estimated that she will be ridiculed.

"Ahh Hearing Ling Feng's words, Ruihe's little face immediately became bitter, and he said aggrievedly: "Sure enough, the Admiral still likes Sister Xianghe, is this Aiwu and Wu?" ”

Ling Feng looked at Ruihe with a headache and said, "It's not like this, how can you say it... Anyway, your cooking is pretty good. ”

"Wow! Zuihe loves the Admiral to death," Zuihe clenched his fists and said longingly: "I will definitely work hard in the future, and my food is only for the Admiral." ”

"Okay, okay!" Seeing that the persuasion was fruitless, Ling Feng didn't pay attention to it, and when the time came, he would find an opportunity to talk to Ruihe, anyway, this bit of salt couldn't kill him.

After eating the egg noodles, Ling Fengfei rushed to the bathroom, rinsed his mouth with water, and after gargling several times, he still felt that his mouth was salty.

When I got back to the living room, I drank two more liters of water, and I felt a little better, at least not so thirsty.

After Chicheng cleaned up the kitchen, he began to clean up Ling Feng's dishes and chopsticks, because he was curious about the taste of egg noodles, Chicheng did not dislike that this was what Ling Feng had eaten, and stretched out his tongue to taste it.

With such a lick, the salty Akagi tears were about to fall out, and he drank a few large mouthfuls of water in a row, which was only slightly better, looking at Ling Feng who was chatting with Ruihe in the living room, Akagi couldn't help but laugh lightly.

The Admiral has always been like this, I still remember the dark dishes made by King Kong in the past, the Admiral ate it all without saying a word, and the end result was foaming at the mouth, almost GG, and the Admiral was a little surprised gently!