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Seeing this, Long Ying's deep eyes crossed a smile, stepped forward, took the face in her hand, and said happily: "If I don't come, I don't know that my little queen is so capable, and she can cook." ”

Lu Liang was slightly embarrassed, and whispered: "Don't call it that, I'm not one yet." ”

The dragon martingale held the face with one hand, took her with the other, and returned to the house.

"Sooner or later."

Lu Liangwei didn't bother to correct him, seeing that he picked up the chopsticks, picked out the noodles in the bowl, and began to eat, he couldn't help but give him a preventive injection first, "I don't know your preferences, and I don't know if this noodles are to your liking, you eat first, if you are not used to eating, you don't have to force it." ”

Long Martingale paused, looked at her, and said seriously: "I don't particularly like to eat, and I don't particularly hate food, as long as it's not fat, I'm basically not picky." ”

Lu Liang was slightly stunned.

Was he telling her what he liked?

Thinking of the look on his face when he said fat, she suddenly remembered the first time she had eaten alone with him, she pranked the piece of braised pork that was sandwiched to him, and that piece of braised pork had some fat on it.

Seeing his subtle expression at that time, she vaguely guessed that he might not eat fatty meat, but at that time, he still ate it.

Now he specifically mentions that he hates eating fatty meat, and even so, how did he endure the nausea at that time?

"Weiwei."

"Huh?"

"Open your mouth." The man's voice was soft, with a hint of seduction.

Lu Liang opened his mouth slightly.

It wasn't until she was fed a chopstick noodle in her mouth that she reacted, and it was too late to close her mouth.

She looked at the smiling man opposite in amazement, "You're tired all day, and you're probably hungry, this bowl of noodles you made is too much, I can't eat it, let's eat it together." ”

Lu Liang chewed the food in her mouth slightly, and wanted to say that she had already eaten at the banquet just now, but when she saw the chopsticks he had withdrawn, she suddenly reacted to something, and her beautiful eyes widened.

Sure enough, after the dragon martingale took back the chopsticks, he didn't wipe them, so he picked up the noodles again and fed them to his own mouth.

Seeing this, her face immediately turned red.

With her saliva, doesn't he mind?

But thinking of the picture when he kissed himself, he felt that he probably didn't mind her saliva.

Lu Liangwei's face turned even redder.

Long Ying glanced at her little face that suddenly turned red, paused, and asked strangely, "Why is your face so red, but it's hot?" As he spoke, he put down his chopsticks and put his big hand on her forehead.

"It's not hot." When his fingers slid down and touched her face, he was shocked, "It's not hot on your forehead, but your face is very hot, what's wrong with you, but what's uncomfortable?" ”

Lu Liangwei felt that it was about to spontaneously combust, and hurriedly pulled his hand down, "I'm fine, I probably stayed in the kitchen for a while just now, give it hot, I'll go lie down for a while, it should be fine." As he spoke, some of them fled into the room.

With water on the basin rack, she wrung a handkerchief and put it over her face, intending to cool herself down.

It took a while for the temperature on her face to cool down, and she took off the handkerchief and hung it back.

Thinking that the martingale might not be eaten so quickly, she sat down against the bedpost.

She was a little sleepy, thinking about squinting for a while to recuperate.

But after a while, she felt sleepy, her head against the pillar, a little drowsy, but she didn't dare to sleep.

The dragon martingale sat outside, at first, through the screen, you could still see the figures walking inside, but after a while, you couldn't see it, and it was quiet inside, there was no sound at all.