Chapter 242

Firmly catch the pillow and throw it aside. "It's not obscene, it's husband and wife. Fun."

Then Rong Shao looked ashamed, "it seems that I didn't adjust you. Teach well, alas..."

"Go to hell --"

Rong Shao quite enjoyed her hair blowing. The smile on her lips was a little deeper. Her provocative Feng eyes narrowed slightly, and her thin lips kissed the air. Before she was embarrassed and ashamed to speak again, she turned and entered the bedroom.

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If, as he said, there are all kinds of ingredients in the refrigerator, Luo Anning would have been able to cook. When there are plenty of ingredients, he soon figured out what to do.

Nuo Da's kitchen is also incredibly clean and tidy. There is no doubt that rongshao never fires at home.

I've been living in an apartment for two years. Are they all eating outside?

Rongyan took a good bath, put on his home and obeyed the bedroom. When he came out, Luo Anning had prepared a table of dishes.

Sweet and sour fish, stewed beef brisket soup, Kung Pao diced chicken, Coke chicken wings, fried eggplant slices, shredded sour and spicy potatoes, vegetarian fried vegetables

After taking a look at the dishes with all colors, flavors and flavors, Rongyan suddenly derived a word from his heart that there is a good wife at home.

"Washed?" Seeing him, Luo Anning asked, "come and sit down and eat."

Rong Shaofeng looked at her with deep eyes. She was busy serving both rice and soup. The smile on her lips deepened imperceptibly. According to her words, she went to the table and sat down. Luo Anning moved the soup to him: "drink and see how it tastes."

Rong Shao grabbed the hand she wanted to take back, leaned over to her lips and kissed her. Under the expression of calm and depressed, Rong Shao loosened her, picked up the spoon and drank the soup gracefully.

"Not bad. The heat is a little short. Try again next time."

Luo Anning glanced, sat down beside him, picked up the bowl, drank it briefly, and then looked at him suspiciously: "the fire is right, the taste has boiled out, where is it lacking?"

"Don't you want me to say it? You're not happy when I say it. A woman's heart needle..."

Luo Anning: "...!"

Rong Shao: "

Luo Anning felt that this guy was deliberately looking for trouble and said angrily, "don't you think the heat is lack? OK, next time you stew it for me, even if it's poison, I'll drink it with a smile!"

The reason why she dares to say so is that she has completely determined that he with cleanliness mania can't enter the kitchen with oil fume.

So she just wanted to see him eat and win back some pride.

When Rong Shao heard this, his expression was faint, and his eyebrows were almost invisible. "Stew?"

His expression fell into Anning's eyes, and his heart became more firm. Rong Shao would not go into the kitchen, let alone take the car!

"Yes, give me the stew!" His face was bright and white, and he looked at him with a trace of beauty.

Rong Shao nodded: "no problem. I'll give you a stew next time."

Luo Anning's chin fell to the table, excitedly held Rong Shao's coquettish face, and Mei Mou stared at him: "what?! did I hear right? Do you really want to stew for me? Can you cook?"

Rongyan's eyes drooped, avoided her line of sight, took down her hands, and faintly answered, "well."

MY GOD！

She doesn't have auditory hallucinations, does she?

How can Rong Shao, who lives in dignity, cook?!

Luo Anning still couldn't believe it: "Rongyan, you shouldn't lie to me? You're afraid of losing face, so you promised to come down and buy a soup to fool me at that time?"