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Zhan Beihan clicked his tongue and said with unclear meaning: "You are the only one who dares to command me to do such menial work as lighting a fire."

Try someone else!

"When you're hungry, don't act like a prince. You knew I wouldn't do this."

Xiao Lingyue said casually that she found flour on the shelf and a live fish in the water tank next to it.

She picked it up easily, and the lively fresh fish splashed water drops all over her face, and she almost couldn't open her eyes.

Zhan Beihan looked up and saw her carrying the fish in a panic, and said with a gloating smile: "I can't even stand the fish anymore. Be careful if it slaps you in the face with its tail. You'll have to ask me to give you medicine when you turn around."

Xiao Lingyue turned to glare at him: "Your chicken noodle soup is gone!"

Zhan Beihan: "Why?"

He just gave her a compliment and she quit?

Isn't this too temperamental?

"There is no chicken or soup in the kitchen, how can I make chicken noodle soup? How about I go up the mountain to catch pheasants for you all night?"

Xiao Lingyue chuckled, knocked out the fish in her hand with a fierce slap, threw it on the chopping board, and said angrily: "Fish soup noodles, do you like it or not."

Zhan Beihan: "Okay, you have the final say."

Who made her the chef?

Zhan Beihan did know how to cook over fires in the army, and he also roasted rabbits and pheasants.

But the things that are made are not worthy of praise.

All I can say is that you won't die if you eat it, which is better than chewing tree bark.

He was asked to cook seriously. He dared to cook, but Xiao Lingyue didn't dare to eat! So she had to come.

Zhan Beihan turned up the stove fire in frustration, making his hands black and ashes. He stood up and looked for water to wash his hands. Then he folded his hands on his chest and leaned against the kitchen door, watching her work.

Xiao Lingyue moved very quickly, killing the fish, cutting its scales, removing its internal organs, and then put it in the pan. As soon as the hot oil was poured in, the whole fish slid in neatly.

With a hiss, white smoke curled up, blurring her delicate and delicate eyebrows.

After a while, the aroma of fried fish filled the whole house.

Zhan Beihan's nose moved, feeling even hungrier: "How long will it take to get better?"

"Don't rush, the soup base isn't boiled yet." Xiao Lingyue said without looking back.

The dough has already been kneaded and placed on the chopping board.

She was used to using daggers, and her knife skills were extremely beautiful. An ordinary kitchen knife was in her hand, and she felt the light and shadow of the sword when she used it, swishing and swiping.

Thin, white and neat noodles appear on the chopping board.

Zhan Beihan couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

His eyes followed her figure unconsciously.

There was only one oil lamp lit in the kitchen. Under the dim yellow light, Zhan Beihan watched her cooking in front of the stove with her sleeves rolled up and her long black hair rolled up casually.

The hazy smoke lingered, smearing her dark and delicate eyebrows, her snow-white cheeks glowing like pearls under the light, her small and beautiful nose bridge, and slightly pursed red lips, losing their usual sharpness and stubbornness, revealing a bit of

gentle.

Zhan Beihan's eyes were deep, and he suddenly walked over, reached out and picked up the broken hair by her ear, and hooked it behind her ear.

Xiao Lingyue turned to look at him alertly: "What are you doing?"
Chapter completed!