food idol

Chapter 175

After entering the room, Feng Lu dug a few clothes from her pile and threw them over, "Hurry up and take a hot shower and change into dry clothes, and you too, it's so cold here, you don't even wear a sweater, I can't freeze you to death!"

Wen Tang snorted a few times, went in to take a shower like a quick march, and yelled inside, "Your trousers are too long!" Feng Lu was 177 cm barefoot, nearly ten centimeters taller than her, and her jacket was fine. , the trouser legs are obviously longer.

Feng Lu, who was creatively cooking rice with an electric kettle outside, didn’t even raise his head, “Just order it, you brought pickled peppers, Tang, I love you so much!”

Wen Tang shouted, "Don't, Gu Su will be jealous."

"Who?!" Feng Lu's ears perked up, and she smiled gossipingly, "Oh, don't think I'm abroad, I also read your news from time to time. Is it really suitable for crispy sugar?"

Ever since Wen Tanghong became popular, fans from all walks of life have started to mess up the mandarin ducks, such as "sugar match", "xylitol" and so on, and even more outrageous is the "Zhao Wen match" with Zhao Zongze, and so on. .

It was so easy to develop a best friend with a common language, and Wen Tang didn't intend to hide it from Feng Lu, so he nodded openly, "Yeah."

Feng Lu's eyes lit up, and while she was busy putting candles on the cake, she urged, "Tell me quickly! Hurry up!"

Girls, it's also a very happy thing to share little secrets about love with your girlfriends.Wen Tang put his legs crossed, sat on the bed and began to speak. Feng Lu listened intently, crying and laughing from time to time, with the thick dark circles under his eyes and the image of scratching his head, he looked like a crazy woman.

"Oh, you guys are really working hard," Feng Lu said with emotion, grabbing a tissue to wipe her nose and tears, "If you get married then, you must invite me!"

Wen Tang nodded shyly, "That is."

Feng Lu smiled, "Ouch, who had a sweet face just now, and now is shy again?"

Wen Tang smirked, and when he looked down and saw Feng Lu's mummy-like feet, he sighed again, "Why are your feet so serious!"

"I'm used to it," Feng Lu smiled, "If it wasn't for the rain here, it wouldn't be like this."

(End of this chapter)