The rebirth of the rich and powerful is a bit sweet

Chapter 439 The Ninth Master Wearing an Apron

After Leng Susu took a shower, she lay on the bed and tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

There was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" He yelled as he got up from the bed.

"Me." Feng Jiuxiao's voice came.

Leng Susu opened the door and saw Feng Jiuxiao who was standing at the door and hadn't had time to take off his apron.

The man in the white shirt and apron looked a little like a good husband.

Leng Susu:? ? ?

But what is this attire?
Is she hallucinating?

You've never seen Feng Jiuxiao enter the kitchen, nor have you seen him wearing an apron or anything like that?
If other men wear an apron, they will have the feeling of being a husband at home, but Feng Jiuxiao wearing an apron makes people feel a little frightened!
Although still handsome and cool, but——

I feel a little creepy anyway.

This man should be a man who doesn't cook and doesn't know how to wear an apron, right?
"Why are you staring at me?"

Feng Jiuxiao frowned, "Go downstairs to drink porridge."

"Ah?" Leng Susu let out a cry, her face full of surprise.

Did she hear wrong?

Oh no, no, did she have hallucinations? This man seemed to tell her to go downstairs to drink porridge.

Is she dreaming, is this a dream?
Because you don't want to leave this man, are you crazy?
Imagine this kind of picture?
Although it is very beautiful, but my own thoughts seem to be terrible!
Leng Susu had the feeling that he needed to see a psychiatrist.

Is she mentally ill?
Subconsciously pinched his thigh, and then let out a low cry with a ferocious face, "It hurts!"

Not a hallucination, not a dream!
is that true?

Seeing that Leng Susu was not moving, Feng Jiuxiao directly grabbed Leng Susu's hand and pulled her downstairs.

On the dining table, there were two steaming bowls of porridge.

The green vegetable leaves and the aroma of minced meat whet the appetite.

Leng Susu stared blankly at the porridge on the table, then looked at Feng Jiuxiao like a ghost, "Did you cook it?"

While asking, while looking around.

Okay, there are really no servants around. At this point, the servants should have already rested.

"I cooked it." Feng Jiuxiao said in an affirmative tone, "Eat it, didn't you eat nothing at night?"

Leng Susu took a flattered look at Feng Jiuxiao, then sat down, as if afraid of Feng Jiuxiao's repentance, he picked up a spoon and ate a mouthful of porridge.

"Wow, wow, wow!" Leng Susu said three wows in a row.

I thought that a man who is not good at cooking may not necessarily eat the food, but Leng Susu was shocked.

Just one taste and it was perfect.

Moderate saltiness, rich aroma and rich materials.

Was this porridge really cooked by Master Feng Jiu?

Does he still have this talent?

"You really cooked it?" Leng Susu looked at Feng Jiuye with wide eyes, took a mouthful of porridge, and completely forgot about the previous boredom.

Now there is only surprise and surprise.

Is this treasure boy?
I can do anything!

"It's been a long time since I cooked it, how does it taste?" Feng Jiuxiao was a little humble, but the surprise in Leng Susu's eyes made him very satisfied.

When the woman is happy, he is happy too.

"It's delicious, you can be a chef!" Leng Susu said in shock.

Then she couldn't care less about talking, and started to eat in big mouthfuls.

Because I was really hungry, I didn't feel anything when I didn't eat, but after taking a bite, I felt my appetite was completely aroused, and I was so hungry.

(End of this chapter)