Porridge is boiling in the pot.

It's hot and smelly.

The bright golden sunlight shines through the window, outlining the graceful figure of the boy in the white shirt.

Obviously, it is cut with green onions, cooking porridge and cooking, a picture of ordinary life, but it is inexplicably not stained with fireworks.

Fenghua blinked.

What kind of fairy appearance is this, it's too good to fight.

The boy lived a delicate life, and the hilltop villa seemed to be on vacation, not in the last days.

She walked over and casually asked, "Cooking?" ”

"It's just porridge and side dishes." Without raising his head, the young man sprinkled the finely chopped green onions evenly into the porridge in the pot.

After washing his hands, he carefully wiped each slender finger with a tissue, then raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked casually:

"Do you want to stay for dinner?"

After a night's rest, the girl, who was radiant in the morning light, bent her red lips and said, "But it's disrespectful." ”

She sat down at the dining table.

The boy served two bowls of thick porridge with four delicious side dishes, one for himself and one for Fenghua.

Fenghua stirred the porridge with a spoon and took a small bite into his mouth.

In the next second, he frowned slightly.

…… It tastes weird.

How to say it.

It's not a dark dish with a strange taste, but something missing.

Every ingredient and every heat in the porridge seems to have been carefully measured and well controlled, but the taste of cooking in this way is inevitably too old-fashioned.

Li Heng took a bite slowly, and when he raised his head, he saw the girl's delicate and thin eyebrows frowning slightly, and couldn't help but purse her thin lips, and asked, "What, the taste is not too good?" ”

"It's not." Fenghua shook his head in denial, thought for a moment, organized the wording, and said, "I just feel that something is missing." ”

Missing something?

Li Heng furrowed her beautiful eyebrows slightly, carefully recalled every step when making porridge, and made sure that she did it exactly according to the steps above the recipe that she had bored reading in her spare time, and she really couldn't think of what went wrong.

So, the young man who is indifferent by nature and doesn't care about everything can't help but ask, "What is it?" ”

Fenghua took a small sip of porridge, thought about it, and then spit out a few words: "I don't know." ”

Li Heng: "......"

Seeing that the young man didn't speak, Fenghua comforted him: "Actually, this porridge is still very good, you don't care what I just said, just pretend that you didn't hear anything." ”

Li Heng's thin and red lips pursed slightly, and said, "This is my first time cooking. ”

"I'll do better with more practice in the future." Fenghua said casually.

The young man's beautiful eyebrows drooped slightly, and he stopped talking.

Later.

He pondered these two words gently, then raised his eyes and glanced at the girl holding the bowl and drinking porridge in small sips.

After eating breakfast, Fenghua took out two more crystal nuclei and handed them out casually, "Count as a reward for eating your porridge." ”

Her Majesty the Empress has always had clear grievances and grievances, and does not like to owe favors.

In the apocalypse, a meal of such a "porridge side dish" is already considered a luxury, and it is not an exaggeration to exchange two crystal nuclei.

Li Heng confiscated.

Fenghua had to put the crystal nucleus on the dining table, along with the twelve from yesterday.

She got up, put her bag on her back, and said goodbye and left.

Before leaving, he asked, "What's your name?" ”

The teenager who tinkered with the dishwasher replied without looking back:

"Li Heng."