"This lo mein tastes so good. I can tell you responsibly that in the entire spiritual realm, no one will be able to make a more delicious lo mein than this. Ling Yuan praised from the bottom of his heart.

"That's it." Feng Jiao said with a smile.

She specially visited one of the most authentic chefs in Tianjin, and she learned the skills of making lo mein.

"If you like, whenever you want to eat lo mein, just tell me and I can make it for you." She said.

"But didn't you say that it's troublesome to make lo mein?" He asked, looking at her and raising an eyebrow.

In fact, there is no need for her to say, as long as you look at those varied, all kinds of dishes, side dishes, the time and energy required to cook a meal of lo mein can be imagined.

Seeing his little cook smile and look at him deeply: "As long as you like it, I'm not afraid of trouble." ”

After she finished speaking, she saw the noble, handsome man sitting opposite her, suddenly stunned, and subconsciously covered the position of her heart.

Ling Yuan pursed his lower lip.

For some reason, he's been having more and more heart palpitations lately. Sometimes, the little chef said a word to him, which caused him to react strangely.

He really wanted to embrace his little cook in his arms and use the incomparably warm and soothing temperature that came from her to heal his heart palpitations, but he was afraid that the little cook would think that he was an inexplicable and abrupt person, and would stay away from him from now on.

He could only silently recite the Pure Heart Mantra in his heart to calm his mood.

Keenly caught Ling Yuan's sudden heartfelt movements, Feng Jiao frowned: "Ah Ling, are you uncomfortable?" Could it be that my noodles are too hard? ”

As she spoke, she took the initiative to step forward, walked around Ling Yuan's back, and reached out to stroke his back: "Do you think this will be better?" ”

Ling Yuan felt a little like laughing at first.

The little chef is treating him as a child who is in a hurry to eat, is she afraid that he will be stuck in the food?

However, when he felt that the little chef's little hand, which was as soft as a bone and softer than water, was stroking him with no light or heavy force behind his back, he somehow thought of turning into a black cat and being touched by her every day.

His handsome face, which was innumerably handsome, was suddenly dyed a layer of crimson, and his heartbeat became more violent.

Little chef, don't touch it anymore, you're like this, aren't you forcing me to hug you, and directly treat you as an antidote to heart palpitations, right?!

Thinking like this in his heart, Ling Yuan didn't have time to restrain himself, his body had already taken the lead and took direct action, turning around and taking Feng Jiao in his arms.

Feeling the temperature on her body, breathing her unique sweet and soft breath, and his palpitating heart, he slowly settled down.

"Ah Ling, you ......"

Feng Jiao felt a little confused, and at the same time apprehensive.

She didn't know why Meow Daxian suddenly hugged her, and even secretly raised a small expectation in her heart, thinking that Meow Daxian was secretly liking herself in her heart.

But she was afraid that the expectation in her heart would eventually turn into a luxury.

"Little chef, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, it seems that ...... It seems that it will be better to hold you like this. He said.