I go north, you go south

Chapter 41 sought-after
"What kind of expression do you have?" Ling Bei looked at Nan Zishu who was sitting on the bed in a daze, smiled and handed over the chopsticks.

"No, you made all of these?" Nan Zishu stared at the distinct noodles and the two poached eggs in the bowl with a look of disbelief.

Although Nan Zishu knew long ago that Ling Bei never did things in an unusual way
Ling Bei's smile became more obvious, and he was a little proud when he spoke: "I didn't make it, but could it be conjured up by me? These are all my exclusive recipes. Even if you order takeout, you can't find the exact same taste. .Try it."

Nan Zishu picked out a noodle and carefully put it into his mouth. The slightly hot noodle was soft and chewy, and the aroma of sesame oil and green onion and garlic was just right. Even if it was just a bowl of noodles in clear soup, it still left a lasting aftertaste.

After taking a bite, Nan Zishu couldn't help showing a look of surprise. While continuing to put noodles into his mouth, he praised Ling Bei vaguely: "Ling Bei, you are so good, you are like the reincarnation of the chef!"

"What did you call me?" Ling Bei grasped another important point in Nan Zishu's words.

"I..." Nan Zishu, who knew it later, couldn't help but stop the chopsticks in his hand, holding the bowl and looking at Ling Bei at a loss.

He won't be angry, will he?
Ling Bei looked at Nan Zishu's nervous expression, and slightly licked the corners of his lips: "Very good, I will call him that from now on."

But even if Ling Bei said so, Nan Zishu was still a little cautious when he spoke again: "Ling... Bei?"

Ling Bei smiled helplessly and nodded, motioning for her to continue.

"Why are you so good at cooking? Judging by your skills, I think you can cook many other dishes, right?" Nan Zishu let go of his nervousness and hesitation, and asked curiously.

Ling Bei replied calmly: "I always have to eat when I live alone? It's not always someone treats me. Besides, cooking by myself can save a lot of trouble. Of course, it's also possible that I like this and like to study recipes."

"So if you don't become the president of Shiyang someday, will you open a private kitchen restaurant?" Nan Zishu continued to follow Ling Bei's words.

"Well," Ling Bei smiled lightly, and then responded in a serious manner: "It's a good suggestion."

Nan Zishu held the bowl and took a sip of the noodle soup, then joked casually: "Oh, in this society, no matter if it's a boy or a girl, those who can cook are very sought-after.

"Among the people I know, there seems to be no one who is about my age can cook. Xiaohuan can't either.

"So, if anyone can marry you, you shouldn't be envious of others? Hey, can I learn cooking from you? I also want to be among the ranks of 'sought-after'."

"No." Ling Bei refused very simply.

Nan Zishu was rather disappointed for some reason.

Ling Bei thoughtfully took the bowl from Nan Zishu's hand, and handed over the porridge on the tray: "The noodle soup has no taste and no nutrition, try this sweet corn porridge."

Nan Zishu scooped up the sweet porridge with a spoon uncomfortably. There was a silence between the two of them for a while, and then Ling Bei said in a nonchalant way: "It is enough for every family to have someone who can cook. You just need to It's enough to be responsible.

"If you become 'popular', wouldn't I have no advantage?"

The ending sound was tinged with tenderness, and the smile on Ling Bei's face was gentle.

"Oh, then I'll..." Nan Zishu replied subconsciously following Ling Bei's words, but when his brain gradually understood his words, it crashed without warning.

(End of this chapter)