Chapter 407: Moving Back to Luo's Mansion (1)

Gong Ji watched Gesasa go away, her eyes were curved like a beautiful moon, and a light smile was drawn on her lips, blooming like a flower, beautiful but a little unpredictable......

It wasn't until eight o'clock in the evening that L.A. hurried back to the villa.

When he saw the woman nestled in the corner of the sofa watching TV, his tense nerves finally relaxed.

"Have you eaten?" Luo Cheng asked softly when he went to Gong Ji, took her soft palm, and asked softly.

"Eat. Gong Ji pushed away the man who was blocking her view, and focused her attention on the TV screen.

Luo Cheng didn't want to upset her, so he automatically gave way and went to the table to take a look, only to see that there was still a little leftovers of food, a few older greens left, and a little scattered garlic.

He took a bite of joy and asked, "Did you leave it for me?"

It's delicious, it's a taste that you can't get anywhere else.

Gong Ji glanced back at Luo Cheng, who was eating happily, and said the truth: "It's me who has leftovers, I'm too old to chew, and I plan to throw away the garbage can later." ”

Los Angeles ate the food, and replied casually: "Now that the economy is tight, don't waste it if you can eat." ”

This time, he didn't wait for Gong Ji's response, Luo Cheng didn't care, he planned to add a little rice, but found that Gong Ji didn't lie, this woman did not keep him, and there was not a single grain of rice left in the rice cooker.

"I think something big has happened to your family, and you won't be able to eat. Gong Ji seemed to know his thoughts, and said in a cool tone on the side.

Luo Cheng stepped forward and dragged Gong Ji: "My dad has temporarily passed the dangerous period. Gong reporter, teach me how to cook, and I will feed you in the future, at least you have to learn to cook. ”

Gong Ji lifted her lips and smiled noncommittally: "I remember that some people disdained to do this kind of housework, saying that it was what women should do. ”

The words are still in my ears, but Los Angeles is so quick to overturn what he said before.

"It turns out that the palace reporter still remembers what I said. I knew that in the heart of the palace reporter, there was actually a place for me. "L.A. seems to have suddenly been beaten with chicken blood, full of vitality.

Today is a good start. Not only did his father survive a catastrophe, but it also let him know that Gong Ji had not forgotten what had happened before.

Gong Ji didn't refute, there were some things she did remember, and she remembered a lot more than Los Angeles knew.

"I watch TV, and you have to learn from the teacher to find someone else. Gong Ji brushed away Luo Cheng's hand, folded back on the sofa and lay down.

Los Angeles was stunned for a moment and decided to look for information from the Internet.

It doesn't seem difficult to cook, just throw the rice into the rice cooker after scooping it.

The process of cooking for the first time in Los Angeles was not too smooth, he was busy until late that day, and he had to take time to supervise Gong Ji for any signs of sneaking away.

That night, Gong Ji slept in bed, and Luo Cheng still slept on the recliner next to him.

Gong Ji got up the next day, Luo Cheng added a bowl of sparse white porridge to her, and said with a smile: "Try the porridge I made for the first time, it may not be very good, I will continue to work hard in the future and be a competent family cook." ”

Gong Ji took a bite and replied lightly: "It's really hard to eat." ”

Los Angeles is a proud man, if it is normal, it is intolerable to cook for a woman, not to mention that this woman is still picky?

He reluctantly softened his facial expression, and replied pretending to be casual: "I will continue to work hard, and I believe that tomorrow will do better than today." ”

Gong Ji didn't hit Luo Cheng again, she barely finished drinking a bowl of white porridge and walked out of the hall.