A Niu paused his rice with a brief movement, then smiled and said, "What? Try it and tasted bad?"

Ling Luoyu took a bite of the pancake and his eyes flashed: "No, it's just that I'm used to the taste of this home-cooked side dish. Why not...you make some of the taste of a big restaurant!"

A Niu raised his head in surprise: "The smell of the big restaurant...??"

"Yes, the taste of the big restaurant!! You are all home-cooked side dishes, and I can also make them, there is nothing special..."

A Niu showed a hint of disappointment in his eyes, and then a faint flash passed away in an instant: "What do you want to eat?"

"What are you eating... I haven't eaten anyway, so I'm curious, for example, the taste of dragon liver and phoenix brain... Anyway, it's not the taste of your green vegetables and mushrooms..."

Ling Luoyu sliced ​​the dishes casually with chopsticks, turning a blind eye to A Niu's excitement.

The room fell into a silence for a moment, and Ling Luoyu obviously felt the breath that was overflowing from A Niu's body.

It was a kind of oppressive aura, with a bit of strength and domineeringness.

But that breath disappeared in a blink of an eye, and when she captured it, it disappeared.

A Niu put down his chopsticks in a depressing manner: "I can't make those you said... I can make these simple dishes!!"

After a brief pause, he pointed to the meal.

"The chicken and vegetables were stolen from others, and the mushrooms were picked in the mountains... If you want to eat dragon liver and phoenix brain, I don't have that thing... I can't make it!!"

Ling Luoyu bit the pancake, looked at him sideways, and chuckled quietly.

"I thought you could do everything... To be honest, it's not unusual for a big man to cook, pancakes... Who taught you??"

She pulled the topic and then raised the topic to the person who taught him to cook.

Ling Luoyu had an intuition in his heart that the person who taught A Niu to cook might be the center of the story.

Sure enough, when this person is mentioned, A Niu's eyes will be wrong.

He sat there silently, biting the pancake in his mouth, and swallowing it without feeling, then biting it and chewing it.

Ling Luoyu didn't urge him, but just sat there silently and ate with him, but his eyes were fixed on him.

After a long time, she turned her head and whispered: "The one who teaches you to cook...is your wife, right?!"

As if her thoughts were touched, A Niu suddenly raised his head and looked into her eyes with a burning look.

"What do you mean??"

"It's nothing... I just think that those who know how to cook are all women... If you know how to cook, you must have learned from your wife... What? What I said is wrong? Are you not a wife, or are you learning from your wife?!"

Ling Luoyu continued to follow this question decisively and sharply.

A Niu's reaction proved that she was right!!

The person who taught him to cook has an absolute story.

Aniu's breathing gradually became rapid and his eyes flashed slightly.

"Where are you? Do you have a lover?!"

Ling Luoyu raised his eyebrows calmly, thinking that you were talking very quickly, and you have a great ability to climb up the pole.

He immediately took a sip of porridge: "Do you think someone with a look like me... will have a lover?!"

"Then how can I be your sweetheart..."

"puff!"

Ling Luoyu's mouthful of porridge, water and rice, sprayed on A Niu's face.

"You...what did you say??"

"I said... I'll be your sweetheart!!" There was rice hanging on his head, but there was no intention of wiping it off.
Chapter completed!