Host, You're Targeted

Su Lin, who has a negative skill point in cooking, has been searching in the refrigerator for a long time before finding out what he can do for Zhou Qifeng.

In the morning, Zhou Qisheng and Fang Zhian took the Ramen with their own seasoning bags and noodles. As long as he can cook noodles with boiling water.

"Ramen?" Su Lin is holding the bag of noodles and turns to ask Zhou Qifeng.

As soon as he turned around, he ran into Zhou Qifeng who did not know when he was standing behind him.

"Eat." Zhou Qifeng grabbed his waist and hugged him. "I eat whatever you do."

Su Lin wants to confess to Zhou Qifeng that he doesn't know how to cook. But when he looks up at Zhou Qifeng's innocent expression, he still can't bear to say it.

Forget it. Let's wait until he's well.

"Then you stay away from me. I'm going to cook."

Su Lin pushes Zhou Qifeng away a little bit according to his chest and carries the pot to the side for water.

When he covered the lid and boiled water, Zhou Qifeng came to hold him again.

"What are you doing?" Su Lin has some helplessness. He avoids his breath and stretches his arm to take the noodles apart.

"Nothing." Zhou Qifeng held him and rubbed the tip of his nose against his neck.

It's like a big, sticky dog.

Su Lin sighs. He doesn't plan to argue with Zhou Qifeng, waiting for the water in the pot to boil.

When the water in the pot began to bubble, Zhou Qifeng pressed his ear and asked, "why should I tell my brother and sister-in-law that you are my boyfriend in the morning?"

"What else? It's a gun friend? Or am I your little sweetheart? "

The transparent water began to boil. The big bubbles and small splashes of water made the pot not calm.

Su Lin poured the noodles into the water. As soon as he was about to stir the noodles in the pan with chopsticks, Zhou Qifeng grabbed his hand.

The innocent chopsticks were thrown aside. Zhou Qifeng lifted Su Lin's chin with one hand and bent his head to his exposed neck.

"Noodles still exist..."

Zhou Qifeng bit the laryngeal knot which was sliding under the skin. His teeth whirled around the laryngeal node and slowly burned the dark tooth marks.

Su Lin's head leaned back on Zhou Qifeng's shoulder. He clenched his lips and let out a stuffy hum from his nose. He couldn't tell whether it was pain or anything else. The temperature in the

gradually increased, and the thick white foam was floating on the pan surface. The boiling water bubbling bubbles in the gap between the foam and noodles, making the noise of "bubbling".

Su Lin grabbed Zhou Qifeng's arm with his backhand and tried to avoid it. Finally, he made a voice to remind him: "face It's going to paste in the pan

The noise of the noodles and hot water in the pot is getting louder and louder. Zhou Qifeng releases Su Lin and turns off the fire on the stove.

Su Lin didn't care about the noodles at this time. As soon as he came out of Zhou Qifeng's arms, he covered his neck and retreated to the edge of liulitai, staring at Zhou Qifeng with resentment.

Zhou Qifeng picked up the cooked noodles and put them in a bowl. He tore the seasoning bag and stirred it himself.

Forgotten in the corner of the chopsticks finally returned to people's hands, Su Lin touched his own throat next to a ring of teeth prints, also went to Zhou Qifeng side kick him.

"Poof."

"Are you still laughing?" Su Lin forked his waist and glared at him.

"I was wrong." Zhou Qifeng put the chopsticks back to Su Lin's hand, "you go on."

Su Lin held the chopsticks and looked at the remaining bags of seasoning. He grabbed the seasoning bag and gave it to Zhou Qifeng. He said angrily, "pour it!"

Zhou Qifeng knew that he was in trouble. He touched the tip of his nose and licked the teeth he had been doing. He tore the seasoning bag.