Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 420 Lu Liangwei is about to ignite spontaneously

Upon seeing this, Long Marting's deep eyes flashed a smile, stepped forward, took the face in her hand, and said happily: "If I can't come, I don't know if my little queen is so capable, she will still kitchen."

Lu Liang was slightly embarrassed, and whispered, "Don't call it that way, I am not yet."

Long Yang held her face with one hand, took her with the other hand, and returned to the house.

"Sooner or later."

Lu Liang was too lazy to correct him. Seeing him picking up his chopsticks, picking the noodles in the bowl, and starting to eat, he couldn't help giving him a vaccination first, "I don't know your preference, and I don't know this side. If it suits your appetite, you should eat first. If you are not used to it, you don’t have to force it."

Long Martingale paused, looked at her, and said seriously: "I don't particularly like to eat, and I don't particularly hate food. As long as it's not fat, I'm basically not picky."

Lu Liang was startled slightly.

He is telling her, is he like it?

Thinking of his expression when he said about fatty meat, she suddenly remembered the piece of braised pork that she put him in a prank when she ate alone with him for the first time. That piece of braised pork had some fat.

Seeing his subtle expression at that time, she faintly guessed that he might not eat fat, but at that time, he still ate it.

Now he specifically mentioned that he hates to eat fatty meat, so how did he endure the nausea and eat it?

"slight."

"Ok?"

"Open your mouth." The man's voice was low and soft, with a hint of coaxing.

Lu Liang's little ghost opened his mouth fascinated.

She didn't react until she was fed a piece of chopstick noodles into her mouth. It was too late to close her mouth.

She stared at the man with a smile on the opposite side, "You have been tired for a day, and you are probably hungry too. The bowl of noodles you made is too large for me to eat. Let's eat together."

Lu Liang chewed the food in his mouth slightly. She wanted to say that she had already eaten at the banquet, but when she saw the chopsticks he took back, she suddenly realized something, her eyes widened.

Sure enough, after Long Marting retracted his chopsticks, he didn't even wipe them, so he picked up the noodles again and fed them into his own mouth.

Upon seeing this, her face flushed suddenly.

Does he mind if she has her saliva?

But thinking of the scene when he kissed himself, I felt that he probably didn't mind her saliva.

Lu Liang blushed slightly.

Long Yang caught a glimpse of her suddenly flushed face, paused, and asked strangely: "Why is the face so red, but it's hot?" As he said, he put down his chopsticks and put his big hand on her forehead.

"It's not hot." When the finger slid down and touched her face, she was shocked, "The forehead is not hot, but the face is very hot. What's wrong with you, but what's uncomfortable?"

Lu Liangwei felt that he was about to ignite spontaneously, and hurriedly pulled down his hand, "I'm fine, I probably stayed in the kitchen for a while, it's hot, I'll lie down for a while, it should be fine." As he said, he ran away somewhat Into the room.

With water on the basin stand, she twisted the towel and put it on her face, intending to cool herself down.

After a while, the temperature on her face dropped, took off the towel, and hung it back.

Thinking that Long Yang might not finish eating so quickly, she sat down against the bedpost.

She was a little sleepy, thinking about squinting for a while to rejuvenate her mind.

But after a while, she felt drowsy, her head against the pillar, a little drowsy, but she didn't dare to sleep.

Long Yang sat outside. At first, through the screen, he could still see the people walking inside, but after a while, he couldn't see it anymore, and it was quiet inside, with no sound at all.

(End of this chapter)