In the end of the world, there is a spring and space

Chapter 87 A Bowl of Pimple Soup
"Sister!" Ling Yanwei came out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of hot pimple soup in her hand.

"You didn't eat last night, you must be hungry? Would you like to try it?" She smiled and greeted Luo Ziqing to eat.

Seeing Luo Ziqing put a spoon full of soup into his mouth, Ling Yanwei was filled with joy.

"I did!" she said happily.

Luo Ziqing, who was drinking soup, almost got stuck in his throat with the first sip.

"Ahem!!" She coughed violently because she choked on the soup.

Looking at Ling Yanwei, Luo Ziqing frowned slightly, and there was clearly a trace of grievance in his usually indifferent eyes.

"Weiwei!" Luo Ziqing's throat twitched, wanting to say something, but being stared at by Ling Yanwei's expectant eyes, he swallowed back the words abruptly.

She has seen Ling Yanwei's cooking skills before. During the few days when the two "depended on each other", Ling Yanwei has already shown her cooking skills to herself.

That taste can only be described as "disaster", Luo Ziqing still dare not let Ling Yanwei cook again.

Now, the soup that reached my mouth was barely swallowed, but fortunately I didn't taste anything.

But there is a big bowl in front of her, how to get rid of it?
Do not eat?This is Ling Yanwei's intention.

do you want to eat?But thinking of the terrifying stimulation of taste buds, Luo Ziqing shuddered.

"What's wrong?" Ling Yanwei's clear voice rang in her ears.

At this moment, that soft female voice seemed to be an evil ghost seeking her life, entangled Luo Ziqing's mind, leaving her nowhere to escape.

After hesitating for a while, she still couldn't bear to hit Ling Yanwei, and took another sip of the soup in the bowl.

Unexpectedly, the soup tasted light and delicious instead of the horrible taste as imagined.

Luo Ziqing couldn't believe it and drank a few more sips. The soup tasted really good.

Seeing her intriguing look, Ling Yanwei secretly laughed.

Looking at her happily, he asked, "How is it? Is it delicious?"

"Well, it's really delicious!" Luo Ziqing nodded blankly, and still can't believe it was made by Ling Yanwei.

"Drink it up, it's specially made for you." Ling Yanwei sat on the dining chair next to her.

Seeing Luo Ziqing finish a bowl full of pimple soup, Ling Yanwei's mouth and brows curled up happily, and she put on a satisfied smile.

During the long night waiting for Luo Ziqing's return, she pestered Li Jianye to teach herself to cook for half the night, and now the kitchen is still like a battlefield.

Li Jianye collapsed by the cupboard helplessly. He had never seen such a terrible cook, and such a difficult student.

It took Ling Yanwei four or five hours and half a bag of flour to make a bowl of pimple soup before Luo Ziqing came back.

After all, this is the end of the world, and the bad food was not wasted, and Ling Yanwei forcefully gave it to Li Jianye and Zhang Wenju.

The two had to eat these foods, but they were tortured by the unpleasant taste and began to doubt their lives.

Li Jianye also asked Ling Yanwei why he didn't wait for Luo Ziqing to come back and let her taste it first before giving her opinions.

But she replied with a harmless face: "How can I be willing to let Xiao Luo eat such an unpalatable food?"

Ling Yanwei's sweet voice at that time still echoed in his ears.

"Eat quickly, don't dare to waste food!"

After Li Jianye and Zhang Wenju listened, they almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Luo Ziqing didn't know what happened. After eating and drinking enough, she went back to the house to pack her bags, planning to take a short rest and take a few people out for a walk.

(End of this chapter)