Chapter 162 You Think Too Much

There is no ready-made hot pot base here, so I can only research and boil the old soup by myself.

The steak is very fresh, so she just bought some and tried it first. If the taste is good, she can train the chefs here, and I believe it will be a delicious dish!
The courtyard was filled with a strong aroma, never seen such food, and everyone couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

Mu Xue followed behind Tong Shiying, looking left and right, her eyes were bigger than a copper bell.

It's amazing, there are so many Tong girls, I really didn't see it at all.

Finally, everything is ready.

Tong Shiying sat down and drank a cup of tea. She looked at her meticulous masterpiece, the corners of her lips curled slightly, and her eyes were full of satisfaction.

The color and fragrance are not bad, but the taste is bad.

As soon as Feng Feicheng came back, he found something unusual in the courtyard, there was no one in the other courtyards, and there was a faint smell of food wafting from the kitchen.

Not a familiar taste.

Feng Feicheng never went to the kitchen, he only cooked porridge for Tong Shiying once in Xiaoyao Building, other than that, he never went to the kitchen of other courtyards.

But today, he walked towards the kitchen in a strange manner. As soon as he reached the door, he locked the slender figure in the room with a single glance.

Tong Shiying is tasting the old soup to see if any more seasonings are needed.

Feng Feicheng raised his legs and stepped in, quietly coming to Tong Shiying's side.

He didn't speak, but Tong Shiying smelled the familiar fragrance.

She hooked her lips, looked sideways, and met Feng Feicheng's eyes.

Feng Feicheng stared straight at her, with deep black eyes, and a low and sexy voice: "What are you doing?"

"Cook!"

Tong Shiying said it very naturally, as if it was a very common thing, and then asked him: "Why did you come back now?"

"What, miss me?"

Feng Feicheng instantly evoked an evil smile, bewitching his entire facial features.

Tong Shiying smiled slightly, but said nothing, and then continued with the movements in her hands.

Feng Feicheng immediately frowned, looked at her dissatisfied, but heard her say: "Sit down for a while, and dinner can be served right away!"

"You cook for me yourself. Although I am very touched, but there is a cook at home, so don't do this kind of thing in the future..."

Feng Feicheng said suddenly, the voice sounded very serious, but there was an inexplicable sense of complacency.

"I will feel bad!"

Tong Shiying: "..."

If she tells him now, you think too much, I'm just trying dishes, not cooking for you...

I don't know what the result will be?
Forget it, let's not talk about it, if he wants to think so, let him think so!

"Miss Tong, the charcoal is already on fire."

A servant said respectfully.

"okay, I get it."

Tong Shiying responded, took out the mutton skewered earlier in the morning, and prepared to start the barbecue.

Curiosity flashed in Feng Feicheng's eyes: "What is this?"

"This is called BBQ!"

Tong Shiying answered without raising her head.

Feng Feicheng nodded half-understanding, suddenly his black eyes narrowed, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he strode out of the kitchen.

Tong Shiying glanced at his back, slightly puzzled.

What are you going to do again?

A quarter of an hour.

Feng Feicheng came back and told her: "Xiaoying'er, I have something to go out for, and I'll be right back!"

"What is it?"

Tong Shiying looked at him, and immediately frowned: "Don't you want to eat?"

"Of course I want to eat."

Feng Feicheng kissed her forehead, and said in an intimate and loving tone: "Come back soon, wait for me!"

After speaking, he turned around and disappeared in an instant.

Only a wisp of red smoke remains.

(End of this chapter)

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