However, she looked at Fang Xing's expression, why was it a little weird, is there a story?

It can't be that he cooks particularly badly, right?

Fang Xing picked up a box of pork and looked at it carefully, as professional as an old aunt who had been immersed in the Yin kitchen for many years, using her own set of theories to select ingredients.

"See what's going on?" She asked.

"Today's five flowers are good." He replied.

After Fang Xing's smooth selection, the two came to the snack area.

"I remember that the big stars seemed to be deliberately dieting." Song Mo looked at the puffed food in the neighborhood.

Eat a pack of fat three catties.

"My sister doesn't need it, after all, she has already won the award certification that should be obtained, although her fans are usually outrageous, but no one will question her business ability, even if she is photographed in love, she will not collapse." Fang Xing explained.

Strength and works are the best talisman for a star.

"Indeed." Song Mo responded, "When I watched her country drama, I really didn't expect her to be a young lady."

Fang Jue on the screen is like a little girl dressed up by the script, a barmaid in a nightclub, and a queen mother at the peak of power, changing roles at will, and never letting the audience play.

"Come here." Fang Xing beckoned.

"What?"

"There was a guy who followed us just now, from the time we went downstairs to here, it didn't look like a paparazzi, more like an illegitimate child." He whispered, "Don't look at five o'clock."

Song Mo closed his eyes, and his ability was activated, connecting to the supermarket's surveillance.

Sure enough, there was a sneaky man behind them who had been staring in their direction.

"yes, I see." There was something strange about her.

Bastards generally choose to follow idols, why did this illegitimate follow them.

"I don't have 'empathy', how do I know?" Fang Xing touched his chin, "But the logic of doing things illegitimate is very easy to understand, that is, it is related to my idol."

"Then review what he's seen." Song Mo flipped out his phone and opened Fang Jue's super talk.

"He should have been waiting upstairs before we got home, and then he should have seen us hugging the cat together at the door, and received a recent picture of the superphone."

Fang Xing hugged the cat, and Fang Jue was very close.

"It's normal." Fang Xing was puzzled.

There is nothing wrong with normal sisters and brothers being so close.

"Then you pretend that this basket is a cat, and I am your sister?" Song Mo re-simulated the scene according to the actions at that time.

The inky eyes were shining with shards of stars.

He understood.

"You're saying he thinks I'm my sister's boyfriend?"

"Isn't that like that?" She laughed.

He wondered, "And what are you standing next to me at the time?" My sister I brought?"

"Probably so." Song Mo tugged at the scarf in front of his sailor suit.

Dressed in JK and combed with a double ponytail, this dress doesn't look like an adult no matter how you look at it.

Settled.

Fang Xing handed her a small bag of snacks, "Trouble sister, you can mention it."

Carrying this bag of snacks, Song Mo always felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange.

Why did she think what he had just said was a little awkward?

At that moment, there seemed to be a cold light flashing behind the two.

"You little brute who stole food behind Sister Jue's back!"

The illegitimate who had been following them just now finally made a move, rushing towards the two of them with a knife.

Just a moment.

The knife was inserted into the flesh, and it was difficult to pull it out.

Fang Xing blocked this blow with the box containing the pork belly, and then moved his foot and kicked the opponent's chest.

This kick happened to take advantage of the moment when the empty door was wide open, and with just one kick, the bastard let go of his hand and fell backwards.

"Mention it, call the police." Fang Xing threw all the bags into Song Mo's hands, and then stepped forward to grab and buckle them

on the ground.

Then he expertly tied the man up.

By the time the guards came and went, it was almost six o'clock.

"I hope my sister doesn't starve to death." Fang Xing started the car.

Fang Jue's apartment.

When Fang Jue opened the door, tears flowed down like a big bowl of wide noodles.

"Did you come back after going around the Imperial Palace?" She was hungry, hungry.

"Well, I met your illegitimate child and got a little flesh wound." Fang Xing took out the five flowers that had been stabbed.

This five-flower was pierced by the man in a discordant cut.

"Are you all alright?" Fang Jue began to check on the two of them, and was relieved to see that neither of them had lost a single hair.

Song Mo comforted her, "It's okay, it's just that it took some time to send that person to squat."

"It's okay," Fang Jue's alarm was lifted, and he wilted in an instant, "I'm starving, let's have a bag of potato chips to pad my stomach first."

"I'm going to help." Assistant Xiaoqi rubbed two potato chips and went into the kitchen.

Meals are served.

Song Mo trembled and grabbed a piece of meat.

The brown and red flowers do not have the fatty feeling as expected, but melt in the mouth.

"It's delicious." She liked.

"That's, let me tell you, Xingbao practiced for two months in order to learn this dish...... In those two months, our servants were terrified when they saw braised pork." Fang Jue talked about the past.

During that time, Fang woke up in a better state than when he first came home, and he would choose to leave the room, and the place he drilled the most at that time was the kitchen, and he learned to cook with the chef at home for three months, so that it burned like a decent.

"That's it."

Song Mo had a conjecture in his heart.

Could this have something to do with her?

"When you're away from home, you always have to learn how to cook for yourself." Fang Xing just replied.

"That's right."

She was stunned as if she remembered something.

Two years ago, Lu Nancy's apartment.

Today, Lu Nancy took Lu Nanwang back to Lu's house for the New Year.

Ling Yimo lay on the sofa and played a game.

"It's almost noon," the young man, who has been living here for more than a month, looked at his watch, "Do you know how to cook?"

"No, I can't learn." She has no sense of taste, and she lacks interest in cooking.

"Then I'll do it." The young man went into the kitchen.

An hour later, there were bowls of non-consuming dishes on the table, with sticky rice in them.

"Well, why is it different from what my brother did?" She wondered.

The young man's eyes flickered, "It's my first time cooking."

He can only boil water to make instant noodles, and it is good to be able to cook the recipe, as for these black ones, they are just spilled with soy sauce, accidents, all accidents.

"What is this?" She picked up an unidentified object and tasted it, "Braised pork? It's a little hard, it's okay."

The young man sitting across from her didn't speak, just ate without saying a word, occasionally lowering his eyelashes when Ling Yi was silently picking up vegetables.

There was always a very humiliating feeling.

"Mobao, what are you thinking?" Fang Jue's hand shook in front of her eyes.

"It's nothing, it's delicious."

Song Mo's eyes gently brushed the young man's face, remembering the appearance of his first cooking, and suddenly there was a sense of relief that a man in my family had just grown up.

Afterwards, Fang Xing was severely ridiculed by Lu Nancy.

Xi: No, young master, you can't cook, hahahaha......

Awakening: (embarrassed, don't want to deal with it) Do you need to?

Nozomi: (Smile stops abruptly)