Just like Ling Ze said, he would still spit it out anyway, so eating it was just a waste.

She buried her face in her knees, telling herself that she couldn't sleep, and if she did, she would really burn down the house.

Time passed minute by minute, and she always kept her eyes open, sometimes when she was extremely sleepy, she would pinch herself, I don't know how many injuries and how many blue marks she pinched, until she turned off the fire, this is a sigh of relief.

The pot was opened, the soup inside was already very white, and the umami of the old hen was also concentrated in it, ginger and onions, etc., which were also perfectly removed from the fishy smell inside, so that this pot of soup also had a unique fragrance when it was delicious.

Mu Tianen took the bowl, scooped a bowl for herself, and then drank it in small sips, when this bowl of thick soup was in her stomach, it seemed like a hot breath rose from her stomach, and even the discomfort that she had always thought was bloated was eased at this time.

After drinking a bowl of soup, she scooped another bowl for herself, and then the bowl was quickly drunk.

This soup is really delicious, and it is very replenishing, but after two bowls, she didn't feel hungry, and even the discomfort of wanting to regurgitate was gone at this time.

At this time, Ling Ze suddenly opened his eyes, and the person also sat up, as if he was hooked by a taste.

He opened the door and found the place just by using his nose.

It was the kitchen of his house.

What's in the kitchen?

And he had already walked over in three steps and two steps, and when he stood at the door, he saw Mu Tianen holding a small bowl, constantly drinking the soup boiling in the pot, from now he had seen her drink three bowls, and she had to continue to drink.

This soup, old hen soup.

"Mu Tianen!"

Ling Ze almost gritted his teeth, this was his soup, it was his old hen soup, why did she drink it?

And now Ling Ze seems to have forgotten that this is not his old hen soup, but made by Mu Tianen, so this soup is based on Mu Tianen's surname Mu, not Ling.

People give him a sip, this is called politeness, people are not willing to give him a drink, and it is natural for him to eat alone.

Mu Tianen took the bowl again, and put a bowl in the bowl, Ling Ze thought it was for him, he even stretched out his hand, it was still a shot that he had never seen before, and it was also a kind of stupidity that he had never seen before.

The moment he stretched out his hand, he already regretted it, and even more, he hurriedly wanted to retract his hand and find some excuse.

As a result, before he could think of a reasonable excuse, the whole person was stunned, and even his outstretched hand was frozen in the air.

I saw Mu Tianen pick up the bowl and didn't give it to him at all, no, it's not that she didn't give it to him, but she didn't find that there was one more person here.

She placed the bowl in front of her, and before she could drink it.

"Mu Tianen!" Ling Ze snorted again, this sentence was not just gritting his teeth, he simply wanted to strangle someone.

Mu Tianen turned around after realizing it, and of course he also saw Ling Ze.

And Ling Ze directly snatched the bowl from her hand, and also took the soup spoon to scoop the soup for himself.

The style of a good domineering president was completely attacked because of a bowl of soup.

For a bowl of soup, people who don't even want a face are here.

But can this be blamed on Ling Ze? Ling Ze's memory of this bowl of soup was more than ten years, rooted in his heart, a memory that he couldn't forget at all, and the soup in this memory made him miss it for a long time.

He had driven a whole day for this bowl of soup, but he still didn't find the old nanny, maybe what he wanted to find was not just soup, but a memory of the past, but also himself.

Now this bowl of soup actually appeared, right in front of him, right in his mouth.

It's just that after he scooped for a long time, he found that there was no soup in the pot, and he tried for a long time, almost all of which were about to pour the pot, but in the end he still only poured out a small half bowl of soup.

No, there may not be a small half bowl, just a bowl bottom.

He put the bowl to his mouth, and he also forgot whose bowl it was, it was Mu Tianen, and it was Mu Tianen, who he hated the most.

He couldn't help but take a sip.

Sure enough, it's the original Jishou

It's still exactly the same taste as before.

"How did you make this soup?"

Ling Ze asked Mu Tianen, also staring at her with a pair of light gray pupils.

"I learned it from an old woman."

Mu Tianen picked up the pot, and then walked to the pool, ready to clean the pot.

Ling Ze clenched the bowl in his hand hard, and then with a snap, he threw the bowl to the ground.

"Mu Tianen, what else have you done, do you like to spy on my privacy so much?"

Mu Tianen lowered her eyelashes, and also turned on the faucet, and the splashes from the faucet also splashed on her face from time to time.

What else could she do?

She didn't do anything, just a kind heart when she was a child when she was in school, and helped an old woman carry a year's worth of vegetables upstairs, this soup was taught to her by the old woman, and it was only later that she knew that this soup was also Ling Ze's favorite.

That's all.

If that's wrong

Her body suddenly stiffened, and a heat source suddenly came from behind her, which was very warm and cold, but it also frightened her.

Even the goosebumps on her neck were a bit.

"Mu Tianen."

Ling Zetu leaned over her, and it was also on her side where her hearing was intact, so that she could easily hear his voice, and also felt his breath.

"It's useless."

Mu Tianen's fingers were stunned, and his body was also stiff.

"It's all useless."

"In my life, even if I like a dog, I won't like you."

Mu Tianen tugged at the corner of her lips, and then turned on the faucet a little bigger, and those splashes splashed on her face from time to time, and even her eyes seemed to have some splashes.

She wiped her face with her sleeve, her light gray eyes flooded with moisture.

With a bang, she heard the door closing outside, and everything fell silent, no, not quiet, it was a noise, like the buzzing sound she heard in her left ear.

After washing the pot and putting it away, she squatted down and picked up the pieces on the ground, only to hiss, and she felt a pain in her fingers, and then a drop of blood ran down her fingers.

She hurriedly put her finger in her mouth, and all she tasted was a bloody smell.

She wiped her face with her sleeve again, and the vision in front of her was blocked by something, and the white haze could not be broken through until she blinked vigorously a few times, but a lot of water had rolled down from the corners of her eyes.