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

Chapter 197 He wears an apron?

Fu Xiuyao walked back to the room, looked at the song written on the table, and suddenly thought of Feng Zhiting in his mind.

Why do you think of him?
Is it because he said her song is good?
However, Feng Zhiting is a music idiot, so he should not be able to tell whether the music is good or bad. To his ears, all music is the same.

He likes "Cool Moon", it should just "resonate".

Forget it.

In this case, there is no need to tell him about the song.

She thought of the dinner appointment yesterday, and suddenly felt a little bit of anticipation in her heart.

I don't know what kind of dishes Feng Zhiting will cook.

His diet is very healthy. The dishes are mainly light, with an excellent combination of meat and vegetables. The housekeeper uncle is very knowledgeable about dietary health.

She guessed that Feng Zhiting should cook some simple dishes.

In other words, she was sitting on a chair, resting her chin on her left hand, and began to guess whether Feng Zhiting was some kind of hidden gourmet master. In fact, he was a superb cook and his dishes were delicious.

Now she is looking forward to it more and more.

At 10:[-] pm, Fu Xiuyao rang the doorbell opposite.

Feng Zhiting quickly opened the door, allowing her to see clearly the attire that made her eyes widen.

His hair is still neatly combed, and his appearance is as plain and deep as ever, but his clothes have changed drastically from before.

He was wearing a white casual outfit with rolled-up sleeves and a dark blue plaid apron that caught the eye.

She was stunned by this attire, such a harmonious family husband's attire looked so weird on Feng Zhiting.

too frightening.

"What's wrong?" Feng Zhiting asked with a frown seeing that she had been standing outside the door and would not come in.

"Eh..." Fu Xiuyao's brain has calmed down, but he has not accepted it emotionally.

Her usual indifferent appearance coupled with this mild attire gave her a strange feeling.

She had never seen Feng Zhiting in white, and his indifferent and deep face did not look gentle because of this white casual attire.

"come in."

She walked into the house, smelled an unknown smell coming from the kitchen, glanced at Feng Zhiting, and asked, "Is it time for you to go to the kitchen?"

Feng Zhiting frowned slightly, but still kept a cold look and walked into the kitchen.

Fu Xiuyao felt that her heart was still beating, and she pressed her thumb again on the center of her eyebrows, feeling that this was too scary.

Combined with last night's piano curse, another ominous premonition arose in her heart.

She stood where she was and unconsciously walked towards the kitchen.

She, who was always upright, was secretly standing at the door of the kitchen, listening to the crackling sound of cooking inside, she stood quietly and did not go in.

There was always an idea in her heart that asked her to go in and take a look. She couldn't hold back her curiosity and wanted to see what a man like Feng Zhiting, who was cold, ruthless, and precious and reserved, looked like when he was cooking.

In the end, Fu Xiuyao poked out a small head, and quietly looked at the people inside with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes.

With a slender and perfect body, the three-dimensional facial features outline a smooth side face line, a pair of deep phoenix eyes carefully staring at the vegetables in the pot, stirring the pot with a spatula in his right hand.

She had to admit that Feng Zhiting was very good-looking, and the cooking was as elegant as a work of art.

only……

According to her impression, stir-fried vegetables don't seem to be fried like this.

There is also a burnt smell in the air, is it intentional?
She suddenly thought of the piano music played by Feng Zhiting last night, and her heart trembled suddenly.

This man who doesn't know the piano score, doesn't know what salt and oil are.

She shouldn't overestimate his ability, the old man is still suitable for making tea and drinking tea.

　Guess what it tastes like (the answer is obvious)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)