The scumbag's little ancestor hasn't fallen off the horse

Chapter 187 Are You Coming To Dinner Tomorrow Night?
These words moved Fu Xiuyao a little, she really wanted to know how Feng Zhiting's cooking skills were.

Seeing that she was moved, Feng Zhiting continued, "Then why don't you come tomorrow night?"

She pondered secretly for a while in her heart, and curiosity finally won out in her mind.

"Ok."

She wanted to see what good dishes he would cook.

According to her observation, Feng Zhiting is a man of great knowledge and knowledge. Could it be that he has absorbed the essence of peerless recipes in literature, and is actually a hidden gourmet master?

However, in case it is a dark dish, she still needs to give him face.

"Okay." Feng Zhiting nodded slightly, a trace of tenderness flashed in his deep eyes.

She looked down at the time on her watch, she has been here for 5 minutes, she should go back to avoid making Aunt Liu suspicious.

"Then I'll go back first."

She got up and was about to leave, but Feng Zhiting stopped her and pointed to the teapot and cups on the coffee table: "Drink the tea, the tea is ready."

She turned to look at him, he picked up the teapot and poured the tea into the blue and white cup, the tea was fragrant and steaming.

Her eyelashes moved slightly, and something suddenly came to mind.

Feng Zhiting likes to drink tea. There are various kinds of tea in Feng's house. He will put a cup of tea on the desk and taste it from time to time.

Every time she came to him, he would put an extra teacup on the table for her to drink.

It was a quiet time, maybe it would be boring at that time, but it is the taste of peace every time I recall it.

"I'm going to my room to get my glass."

After he finished speaking, he got up and walked towards the inner room. As soon as he opened the door, the music that was cut off from the room reached her ears in an instant.

Fu Xiuyao was slightly taken aback when he heard the familiar music, this singing could not be...

She quickly got up from the sofa and walked towards the room. The closer she got to the room, the clearer the voice inside.

Feng Zhiting walked out of the room with the cup in his hand, seeing Fu Xiuyao approaching him in such a hurry, he felt somewhat puzzled.

"You..." She didn't know what to say for a while, looking at Feng Zhiting's cold and deep face, she felt infinite emotion in her heart.

"Why are you singing in the room?" Fu Xiuyao sighed.

Feng Zhiting looked at her helpless face, and replied seriously: "I like it."

Very serious two words.

like.

"Want to go in and listen?"

Seeing that she was coming specially, Feng Zhiting turned around and walked towards the room. She followed behind him and saw the monotonous dress, simple colors and decorations in the room, which was in line with his style.

He closed the door, and Fu Xiuyao listened to the full stereo surround singing in the room, with a slight embarrassment on his face.

When someone plays your song in front of you, in this case, her heart is extremely complicated.

How embarrassing?
She listened to the clear singing, and the girl's slightly immature voice surrounded her ears, bringing her thoughts back to four years ago.

"Cool Moon" is the first song she composed herself. Before that, she had no intention of composing music at all.

She occasionally writes some words, which may be ancient words with word cards, or some more rhyming lyrics. The length of the sentences varies, and she does not pursue anything as her mood changes.

But seven years ago, when she came back from those people's hands, she had mixed feelings in her heart and wanted to express her inner emotions in a way.

She doesn't like violence or excitement, and her way of releasing her emotions is more inclined to literature and art than to fighting or bungee jumping.

She stayed in the room for a day and a night, wrote down the lyrics and composed the music, played it repeatedly on the piano and revised it, and finally tried to adapt it into a guzheng song to see if the sound would be better and more emotional when played with the guzheng. After tossing and tossing, "Cool Moon" was finally created.

　small theater:

　　In the middle of the night.

　　Before the housekeeper turned off the lights, he accidentally discovered that there was still light in the study, and he felt deeply about the owner's dedication to knowledge.

　　Inside the study.

　　Feng Zhiting looked at the garbage books and found that cooking for the person he likes can easily make the other person feel dependent and trustworthy.

　　Feng Zhiting: That's a good idea.

　　The next day.

　　Feng Zhiting asked the housekeeper: How about I cook for Chu Shi myself?
　　Butler: Yes. (Hope it's okay at first.)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)