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

Chapter 198 The dishes he cooked...

Suddenly, Feng Zhiting, who was cooking, seemed to sense her gaze and turned his head, and his eyes fell on her.

As a rational person, she would never withdraw her head and leave in embarrassment, pretending that what happened just now didn't happen, she stood up straight, walked inside with a flat face, and faced it directly.

Feng Zhiting thought she couldn't wait, "It's almost finished."

Fu Xiuyao asked solemnly, "Do you know what oil and salt are?"

He looked at the vegetables in the pot and replied seriously: "Yes."

She breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, she still has common sense in life.

"But not in the kitchen."

These words woke Fu Xiuyao like a thunderbolt.

She was startled, sure enough.

"Did you cook without oil and salt before?"

"No." He replied very naturally.

Fu Xiuyao: ...

Feng Zhiting looked away, turned off the fire, picked up the plate next to him, and put the vegetables in the pot into the plate.

"You..." Fu Xiuyao wanted to ask him, "Can you eat it?", but in the end he withdrew the words from his throat. It seemed that he had eaten.

After all, it was someone's kindness, and it was not convenient for her to say anything.

She turned and walked out of the kitchen to sit on the dining chair, took out her phone and started wasting time.

Feng Zhiting brought over a plate of green vegetables, and then another plate of something very unusual in appearance.

She could tell it was tomato scrambled eggs based on the tomatoes and golden objects on it.

Finally, Feng Zhiting brought a plate of meat, and she stared at the strange color and shape for a long time.

"This is steamed pork ribs." Feng Zhiting saw her confusion and explained very friendly.

Fu Xiuyao: ...

She looked at the three plates of unfriendly dishes, and tried hard to smell a scent.

He walked back to the kitchen, came out and walked towards her with a bowl of rice in each hand, put a bowl of rice and a pair of chopsticks in front of her, sat opposite her, and looked at her.

"Eat it." Feng Zhiting reminded, seeing her staring at the dish, asked again: "Do you think it doesn't look delicious?"

She smiled and avoided answering. It's not a question of whether it looks good or not.

She picked up a green vegetable that was no longer green with her chopsticks and put it in the bowl, and put it in her mouth with the rice.

She chewed, and he stared at her face, trying to see something on her face.

However, her face was too calm, and he, who was familiar with Fu Xiuyao, could see her heart.

He knew that there were three states at the beginning, the most common one was with a gentle and gentle smile on his face, the second was flatness, and the other was indifference.

When she has a gentle smile on her face, it means that she is in a serious state. No matter who the other party is or what happened at that time, she will face it very seriously.

When her face is flat, it means that she is actually covering up her inner emotions and treating others perfunctorily.

"It's hard to eat?" Feng Zhiting asked in a deep voice, without showing any displeasure.

She swallowed the food, "The food is fine, I'm not picky."

Feng Zhiting shook his head lightly, his words were really euphemistic at first.

"If you don't like it, you can go back and eat, or I'll send someone to deliver the food."

"No need." Fu Xiuyao quickly put the three kinds of vegetables into the bowl, not as gracefully as usual, and the speed of eating was faster than usual.

"You don't have to wrong yourself."

She puffed her cheeks and looked at Feng Zhiting, and replied seriously: "I'm not wronged."

Although there is no oil and salt in this dish, the taste is weird, and the vegetables are still burnt, but she can still swallow it.

As long as she eats faster, she will not feel the taste of the food.

After 1 minute, she put down the empty bowl and blinked at Feng Zhiting.

"I'm stuffed."

Feng Zhiting: ...

From her appearance, it seemed that the dishes he cooked were indeed unpalatable.

　The scene in Feng Zhiting's imagination:

　　The family is harmonious, the table is full of joy and affection, and the house is full of love.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)