The Naive Mr. Lu

In this way, a very warm scene was staged on the western side of the building.

Zong Jize stood busy in front of the gas stove, while Lu Dingning sat on one side and played with Zhuo Nuo Ding Ding.

From time to time, she asked Zhuonodinding to read a poem to her, and read it out in translation. From time to time, he stretched out his hand to poke the round body, making it roll around on the table.

Lu Dingning had a great time playing, but Zong Jize started to have some headaches.

He planned to make for Lu Dingning the sweet and sour pork ribs that she had asked for before, and he specially downloaded the recipe of sweet and sour pork ribs from the Internet.

It can be said that the steps of online writing don't seem too difficult, and Zong Jize is quite confident.

But the recipe for making sweet and sour pork ribs says that the ribs should be blanched first.

So the question is, how much water should I add?

Zong Jize once repeated this method twice, but he found that there was no mention of how much water to add.

And Lu Dingning, who was playing Zhuo Nuo Ding Ding, also noticed that Zong Jize hadn't moved for a long time, so he got off the table and came to Zong Jize.

"What's wrong?"

"This blanching, I didn't write how much water to add!" Zong Jize, who was able to cope with complex computer programming, was now stumped by a pot of pork ribs.

"I don't understand either!" Lu Dingning scratched her black hair in embarrassment, expressing that she is a person who knows how to eat.

But Zong Jize has contracted the arduous task of cooking dinner tonight, and it would be a bit unjustifiable for her not to help.

Therefore, Lu Dingning, who was staring at the pot of meat, gave Zong Jize this suggestion: "Why don't you put in less water. Anyway, we won't drink this soup tonight!"

Zong Jize also felt that what Lu Dingning said made sense.

They are going to have porridge tonight, and the rice has already been put in the rice cooker.

"Is that much okay?" Zong Jize took a small glass of water and poured it into it.

But the result was halfway down, and Lu Dingning started to shout: "Okay! Enough is enough, and we don't plan to drink soup..."

Afterwards, Zong Jize put the lid on the pot, and then started busy making the eggplant stew that Lu Dingning wanted to eat. And Lu Dingning started playing with her again.

By the time the burning smell came, it was too late.

Half a minute later, Lu Dingning and Zong Jize stood in front of the charred pork ribs that were about to be blanched...

Moreover, there seemed to be a group of crows flying over their heads.

"Um... it seems that the water added is relatively small!" Lu Dingning, feeling a little awkward, began to make excuses.

But on Zong Jize's side, he was still staring at the charred ribs, his eyes flickering on and off, making it hard to understand what he was thinking.

"Master Zong, we still have an eggplant stew! Don't be discouraged..."

Hearing Lu Dingning's persuasion, Zong Jize could only give up this stewed pork ribs, and then started to work on the eggplant stew she wanted to eat.

Fortunately, this eggplant casserole was not burnt and was only slightly salty.

When Zong Jize brought it to the dining table, Lu Dingning had already neatly served two bowls of porridge.

It was a very simple dinner, but it made Zong Jize's heart warm.

Because, the opposite of the dining table is Lu Dingning...

He hoped that he could live such a simple life every day.

The two buy vegetables and cook together, and eat together...

During this meal, Lu Dingning ate a little uneasy.

It was because Zong Jize, who was sitting across from her when she was eating, besides giving her vegetables from time to time, stared at her with scorching eyes.

After the meal was over, Lu Dingning felt that a big hole was about to be stared at his face.

"Master Zong, I should go back!"

Too much time wasted cooking before, and it was almost nine o'clock when they finished eating. Going back at this time, it's almost ten o'clock in Lu's house.

After saying this, Lu Dingning picked up the coat and scarf that he had hung on the hanger in the hall before, and prepared to put them on.

Unexpectedly, Zong Jize hugged her from behind before she put on the coat.

"Young Master Zong?" Lu Dingning, who was hugged, felt a little stiff.

In fact, she could faintly sense what Zong Jize was looking forward to.

And her heart was actually ready.

It's her body...

Probably the memory of that night is not very good.

So much so that now when she is hugged by Zong Jize, she will freeze inexplicably.

"Ding Ning, can you unwrap the presents tonight?" Zong Jize, whose chest was pressed against her back, brought his thin lips to her ears.

At this moment, Zong Jize's voice was so hoarse that it didn't look like him. And the breath he exhaled made Lu Dingning's ears burn red.

As for the gift he said to unwrap, he was referring to Zong Jize himself.

"I haven't planned to dismantle it today!" Lu Dingning had just finished speaking his thoughts when Zong Jize suddenly turned his body around and faced him.

Then, Zong Jize pushed her to the corner of the wall, quickly covered her lips, and took her breath away.

Kiss, lingering and sentimental.

Gradually, Lu Dingning also began to get lost in this kiss.

Then, even the coat and scarf in her hands fell to the ground.

The strange feeling of emptiness made her hug Zong Jize uneasily.

Aware of this, Zong Jize suddenly picked her up horizontally, and quickly went upstairs to the master bedroom.

On that bed, Zong Jize's hand had already penetrated into Lu Dingning's sweater.

The fact that Lu Dingning didn't break free immediately proved that she also wanted to be with him...

However, before Zong Jize had time to be happy with his discovery, his cell phone rang.

But at this moment, Zong Jize didn't care so much.

Now he just wants Lu Dingning to belong to her again, to relive the beauty of that night with her again...

But the person who called Zong Jize didn't seem to want to let him go, and kept redialing over and over again.

Compared to Zong Jize, who has an iron will to something, Lu Dingning seems a little uneasy because of the intrusion of the ringtone.

In the end, she pushed Zong Jize, who was about to pull off her belt, away.

Zong Jize finally made her willing to take away his gift, how could he let it go so easily?

Therefore, Zong Jize, who was pushed away, made another gesture to bully her under him!

But the moment he swooped over again, Lu Dingning hid neatly to one side, and kicked him: "Go and answer the phone, I'm so annoying!"

Just like Zong Jize, Lu Dingning's voice was a lot hoarse at the moment. Especially those phoenix eyes dyed with various charms made Zong Jize wish to hold all the best hands in front of her eyes.

With Lu Dingning like this, Zong Jize would agree to anything he wanted.

So even though Zong Jize was reluctant, he took off his suit jacket and took out his cell phone, and pressed the answer button.

Of course, during the whole process of listening to the phone call, his gaze still rested on Lu Dingning not far away...

Being stared at, Lu Dingning took a cigarette from the cigarette case next to Zong Jize's bed, lit it and started smoking.

The smoke instantly filled Lu Dingning's surroundings. This kind of smoke made Lu Dingning's charming pair of phoenix eyes become false and real, making people feel in a trance.