After modification, enter the love game

...Great, I already know the answer.

Jiang Mu let out a long sigh.

"Ling'er-san."

"what?"

"Come here, I'll give you something delicious."

"what? What?"

Lu Ling'er had no doubts.

So in order to thank her for her trust, Jiang Mu treated her to her favorite brain-blasting meal.

Snapped--

"pain!"

Ignoring the foodie girl who covered her forehead with her hands, Jiang Mu asked Lu Long'er to wait here for a while and walked to the kitchen counter.

The frugal chef No. 2 was frying a side dish with the leftover ingredients.

All the virtuous girls in the world have this skill - to make a good meal using some strange ingredients left over at home.

It also helps to clear out the fridge and make room for the next round of ingredients.

I didn't have a chance to observe just now.

Looking at it now, Miss Ella at the stove looked particularly attractive.

Especially the agility when flipping the spoon, and the faint smile at the corner of the lips like the wind blowing through the grass.

Elegant and simple, bold and confident.

"What is this?" Jiang Mu asked.

"Dinner." The girl said without even turning her head.

"What kind of food?"

"Lunch."

"What did you have for lunch?"

"The lunch we eat is for everyone to eat together."

Jiang Mu: "..."

Why does this word sound so familiar?

Ella turned her back to Jiang Mu and grinned happily.

It seemed as if it was happy to have played a trick on the young man, and it was as beautiful as the autumn wind.

"You didn't use up all the ingredients just now. I thought it would be a waste if I didn't finish them, so I put the vegetables back into the pot and fried them casually..."

Ella said as she picked up a piece of chicken thigh with chopsticks.

"Taste it?"

Mr. Romeo think about it.

Open your mouth.

"what--"

And it's still standing there in a very bad way.

Waiting for the girl to bring the chopsticks over.

"..."

Miss Juliet almost dropped her chopsticks.

She subconsciously looked around to make sure no one was looking here.

Staring eyes.

"You don't have hands?!"

It's hard to tell whether her tone was one of shame or coquettishness.

"No, no, no, the feeling is different." Jiang Mu said seriously, "Just like the same mountains, the same water, the same spring and the same autumn, I go to see them by myself, and you accompany me to see them, the feeling is completely different..."

There was a sudden pause.

Jiang Mu rubbed his forehead.

"…Nothing, I was just joking. Put it on the plate and I'll try it."

Tsk.

Were you confused by the back figure just now?

The kitchen fumes, the girl in the apron, the sound of stir-frying, and the tempting aroma of food about to come out of the pot.

So of course there would be an illusion, as if she was someone very close to him.

It seems that everyone is already very familiar with each other and is on good terms with each other.

Be good enough to be able to joke casually, to say touching love words casually, and to appreciate a girl's rosy cheeks wantonly.

...The joke was a bit too much, Jiang Mu thought.

Fortunately, Ella didn't seem to care.

He stretched out the chopsticks and handed them to Jiang Mu.

His eyes were straight and his lips were pursed, and his expression was normal.

"what--"

she says.

Jiang Mu didn't dare to speak and just bit it silently.

"How about it?"

"delicious."

Jiang Mu said honestly.

Of course it’s delicious.

Although I couldn't taste anything at all.

Probably no salt added.

But definitely good flavor.

Even if Liu Bujun was in person.

Jiang Mu had to endure the torrent of ten thousand fucking curses and say that this was the fucking best taste!

It’s so good that it tastes the same as the egg custard stewed by the old lady for Liu Bujun!

"That's fine, that's fine."

Ella smiled and said, "You are here to find something to eat, right? Go wait outside. There is still a lot of rice left. I will bring it to you later."

Jiang Mu nodded.

The young man's footsteps, from near to far.

In the kitchen, the girl turned around with an unchanged expression.

Only the restless, tightly pursed, and unbearably twisted lips slightly revealed the girl's inconsistent state of mind.

Ella picked up the pot and spoon and stir-fried it.

Stir-fry again.

Stir-fry again.

…Then Ella realized that she seemed to have not fired.

Frozen for two seconds.

"Click".

Reopen.

The stiff movements were like a silent puppet show.

In the familiar smoke.

The girl seemed to have regained her composure.

Breathing gradually became smoother.

She observed the ingredients at the bottom of the pot intently, watching them gradually reveal attractive colors under the high temperature.

Pick up a piece of radish at random.

Just handed it to my mouth.

Chew, holding the tip of the chopsticks in your mouth.

Need to add a little sugar to enhance the flavor... huh?

The movement suddenly froze.

Ella pulled the chopstick head out from her lips.

Silently looked at the chopsticks in his hand.

take a look.

Another look.

The expression is horrifying.

Every chef has a similar habit of tasting a piece first if they are unsure of how to season it.

Of course, Ella also tried it two or three times.

Of course, I also used this pair of chopsticks.

Coincidentally.

It was the same pair of chopsticks she used to feed Jiang Mu.

Probably, five seconds of silence.

The girl stood still.

It looks like a shadow puppet with its supporting stick broken.

Ella turned off the fire in silence and put the chopsticks back on the stove in silence.

Squat down and cover your face.

what.

what……

ah--------!!!!

The scream of shame that made her want to die flowed out from between her fingers.

Drowned in the intoxicating autumn breeze.

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The afternoon is free time.

"Thief!"

Jiang Mu greeted warmly.

"Dad is here!"

Li Hua also responded enthusiastically.

The latter was standing in the middle of a pile of firewood, carefully selecting something.