Porridge was boiled in the pot.

The hot air is filled with a seductive fragrance.

The golden sunlight shines in through the window, outlining the graceful figure of the boy in a white shirt.

It was clearly cut with green green green onions, cooking porridge and cooking, and it was a picture of life in the world, but it was inexplicably untainted by fireworks.

Fenghua blinked.

What kind of fairy looks like? It's so good to fight.

This young man lives exquisitely, and he seems to be on vacation in the villa on the top of the mountain, rather than in the end of the world.

She walked over and asked casually: "Are you cooking?"

"Just just a side dish for clear porridge." The boy didn't raise his head and sprinkled the finely cut green green onions evenly into the porridge in the pot.

After washing my hands, I carefully wiped every slender finger with a tissue, then I raised my eyebrows and asked with a casual look:

"Miss, do you want to stay for dinner?"

After a night of rest, the girl who was radiant in the dim morning light bent her red lips and said, "I'm disrespectful."

She sat down at the dining table.

The boy served two bowls of thick porridge, served four delicious side dishes, one bowl for himself and one bowl for Fenghua.

Fenghua stirred the porridge with a spoon and gave a small mouthful of it.

The next second, he slightly frowned.

...The taste is weird.

How to say it.

It's not a weird dark dish, but something is missing.

Every bit of ingredients and heat in the porridge seems to be carefully measured and well controlled, but the taste of cooking in this way can inevitably appear too old-fashioned.

Li Heng took a bite slowly. When he raised his head, he saw the girl's delicate and delicate eyebrows slightly frowning. He couldn't help but pursed his thin lips and asked, "Why, it doesn't taste very good?"

"No." Fenghua shook his head and denied it, thought for a moment, organized the words, and said, "I just felt that something was missing."

Missing something?

Li Heng frowned his beautiful eyebrows slightly, carefully recalled every step of making porridge, and determined to follow the steps on the recipes he had read in his spare time, but he really couldn't imagine what went wrong.

So, the boy who was naturally innocent and indifferent and didn't care about everything could not help but ask, "What?"

Feng Hua drank the porridge in small sips, thought for a while, and then he spit out a few words: "I don't know."

Li Heng: “…”

Seeing that the boy didn't say anything, Feng Hua comforted him: "Actually, this porridge is pretty good. Don't worry about what I just said, just pretend that I didn't hear anything."

Li Heng's slender and bright red lips slightly pursed and said, "This is my first time cooking."

"Practice more in the future and you will do better." Fenghua said casually.

The young man's beautiful eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly and he stopped talking.

after.

He thought about these two words gently, then raised his eyes and looked at the girl holding a bowl and drinking porridge.

After a breakfast, Fenghua took out two more crystal cores and handed them out casually, "It's considered as the reward for eating your porridge."

Her Majesty the Queen has always been clear about grudges and does not like to owe favors.

In the doomsday, a meal of such a "clear porridge side dish" is already considered a luxury, and it is not an exaggeration to exchange two crystal cores.

Li Heng confiscated.

Fenghua had no choice but to put the crystal core on the dining table and go with the twelve yesterday.

She got up and carried her bag on her back, said goodbye and left.

Before leaving, he asked, "What's your name?"

The boy who was fiddling with the dishwasher answered without looking back:
Chapter completed!