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Chapter 492 A Bowl of Human Fireworks

Here Zuo Liuxuan and Lingxin returned home talking and laughing.

Zuo Liuxuan immediately plunged into the kitchen to get busy, and Lingxin went to that room by himself.

She wanted to look for the note again, but she didn't have much hope of finding it.

Because she has searched for the books that are most likely to contain notes, one by one, no!
After entering, Lingxin took a book and spread it out on the table to pretend to deal with Zuo Liuxuan.

Today she decided to re-clean the drawers of the bookcase and forget about it.

In the process of searching, a certain person showed his cooking skills wholeheartedly, but let her rummage through the cabinets and drawers without being disturbed.

As she expected, still nothing.

Letting out a breath, Lingxin looked around the room with her hands on her hips.

Today is the last time she came here, and she will never see her again.

She went over and took the show book into her hand.

Thinking that it belonged to Zuo Mingchong, he simply threw it down hard, causing the book to fall heavily.

Like throwing away some garbage.

After clapping his hands, Lingxin left here.

In the kitchen, someone's figure was swaying, and the smell of food had already permeated the air.

Lingxin walked over and leaned against the kitchen door frame, watching him cook.

He is already very handsome, and his cooking posture is also very handsome, and his handsomeness is doubled immediately.

Finding Lingxin coming, Zuo Liuxuan turned his head and smiled at her.

Soon, as if remembering something, he took a pair of chopsticks, and took a chopstick from a dish that had already been fried.

Then he handed it to Lingxin's mouth, urging her to taste it.

The movements are extremely natural, just like an ordinary husband carrying vegetables to his wife.

Lingxin originally wanted to refuse, but when she met his starry, hopeful eyes, her rejection was shaken.

In addition, his soft words drilled into the ears: "Come on, open your mouth."

Her mouth involuntarily opened in coordination with the food and took it into her mouth.

Zuo Liuxuan was successful in feeding, and turned around to work contentedly.

That dish tasted really delicious, before swallowing it, Lingxin wanted to take a second bite.

"Is it delicious?" Zuo Liuxuan took the time to turn around and ask her.

"It's okay." Lingxin nodded.

She tried to keep a calm tone so as not to overwhelm him.

This dish is Zuo Liuxuan's specialty, and he improved it according to her preferences.

After a few trials, I was satisfied with it before making it today.

The result was not as good as he imagined.

So while stirring the vegetables in the pot, he asked Lingxin what he thought was wrong?
Seriously like a candidate waiting for the teacher to correct the paper on the spot.

Lingxin was a little ashamed, but it was actually delicious, and she really didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

But Zuo Liuxuan was still looking forward to waiting for her to point out the shortcomings, so he had no choice but to make two nonsense.

"Well, I remembered. It seems that I have to work harder, and next time I promise to make it better than this time!" Zuo Liuxuan promised cheerfully.

Lingxin stared at his straight back, and complained to him in a bad way: don't say that, okay, next time you can eat or not, it's up to you.

Maybe it will arouse my greediness and I will never write more.

Ugh!
Zuo Liuxuan naturally didn't know what was going on in her mind, he put the stir-fried vegetables in the pot on a plate, and turned off the fire neatly.

Then put the washed pea tips into the soup pot on the stove next to it. The soup was bubbling and bubbling, with a strong aroma. Adding the pea tips, the color became brighter at once.

One meat, one vegetable and one soup work together.

Lingxin helped put the dishes on the table, and upon seeing it, it was delicious in color, flavor and taste, which made people's index fingers move.

Looking back, Zuo Liuxuan came out with two bowls of rice.

She couldn't help but think of that sentence: Food in all directions is nothing more than a bowl of human fireworks.

(End of this chapter)