"What, going to Cheng's house as a guest?"

In Pixie's apartment in London, Rosie cried out.

While choosing clothes, Pixie said casually: "Mrs. Cheng taught me how to cook before, and I promised her that I would take you to visit her."

"Then what didn't she say?" Rossi asked.

Pixie was trying on a leather jacket, looked at it in front of the mirror, frowned slightly, then took it off and turned to face Rosie.

"Mrs. Cheng is a very nice person. I have learned cooking from her for so long, so I can't help but express my gratitude. As the old saying goes, reciprocity should be reciprocated."

"Luo, what do you think I should wear tomorrow?"

Rossi, who had taken in the infinite scenery, leaned against the door and said calmly: "As long as it's simple and decent, that white windbreaker and boots would be nice. They look good and keep warm."

Pixie was a little frustrated. She stood in front of her boyfriend wearing only her underwear. He was actually discussing with her what to wear tomorrow.

She even wondered if she was not attractive enough to attract her boyfriend's attention.

"Then help me choose!"

Pixie held Rossi's arm and rubbed her chest.

Rosie came to the cloakroom, took her hands out of Pixie's arms, and was carefully choosing clothes.

"It's just this piece of clothing. It's placed in such a conspicuous place. Didn't you see it?"

Pixie became a little angry, took the clothes away with a little emotion, and tried on the clothes with complicated thoughts.

The two have been together for almost a year. Their relationship is stable, there are no conflicts, and everything is going well. They just have to take the last step.

As a woman, Pixie gave all the hints she could, but Rosie seemed to ignore them.

Are all Eastern men so reserved?

"Luo, let's have some drinks tonight. It's finally a day off."

Since you don't take the initiative, then I should take the initiative.

There won't be any games in the next few days, so drinking a little wine won't have much impact. Rossi nodded in agreement.

Pixie, who seemed to have a pair of demon wings growing out of her back, excitedly went to the living room bar, ignoring the wine, and picked up a bottle of strong whiskey.

See if I can drink you to death tonight?

Pixie knew that Rossi rarely drank, and it was easy to knock him down.

In order to make it easier to drink, Pixie also added auxiliary ingredients such as juice lemon into it to remove the strong nature of the wine itself.

"You can also make cocktails?" Rossi was a little surprised, it smelled pretty good.

What you just learned is enough to put you down.

"Luo, cheers!"

"Cheers, it tastes good!"

Drink, drink, the better it tastes, the better it will be.

As she drank one cocktail after another, Pixie's consciousness gradually became blurred.

When she regained consciousness, it was almost noon, and she was lying on the huge bed, with the quilt next to her cold.

It seems that Rosie has been up for a long time.

And she could vaguely smell the aroma of food.

Oh, no, wait!

Didn't he want to get Rosie drunk last night? Why did he lie down first?

And there is still a faint fragrance on your body. Did you take a bath?

When did this happen and why do I have no impression at all?

What happened last night?

During meal time, Pixie hesitated before summoning the courage to ask what happened last night.

It turned out that after getting drunk, Pixie was clamoring to take a shower and sleep with Rosie.

Rosie had no choice but to do it for her, and then took her back to bed.

Pixie, who was already a little embarrassed, suddenly turned as red as blood.

It's over, this time there is no image at all.

"Luo, don't you drink? Why were you so powerful last night?"

Luo Xi scooped up a bowl of warm porridge and said, "If you don't drink it, it doesn't mean you can't drink it. My family used to make wine."

In the afternoon, the two went to the home of Cheng Dong, the owner of Cheng's restaurant.

Rossi drove like an experienced driver through the streets of London.

Although it has already entered winter, the streets are still bustling with activity.

After a while, the car stopped in front of a villa.

"So fast?" Pixie was a little surprised and said, "Luo, you are very familiar with the streets of London!"

Rossi said: "I grew up in London and only went to Leicester after I went to university."

The two came to the apartment and opened the door. Pixie took out her mobile phone and said, "Mrs. Cheng gave me the temporary password and asked me to come in directly when I arrived. I'll look for it..."

Didi didi~

Ding dong!

The door, opened.

Pixie looked shocked and said: "Luo, how do you know the temporary password? Did you peek at my phone last night?"

Rosie touched her head and said: "Silly girl, I haven't seen anything about you, go in!"

Pixie recalled the embarrassing scene last night, and her pretty face turned red again.

Although the Chinese-style courtyard is small, it is fully equipped with pavilions, rockery and flower gardens, which is unique and scattered, and has a special interest.

"Mr. Cheng's family has a pretty elegant quality of life." Pixie couldn't help but praise.

Those who can arrange the courtyard so exquisitely must have a pursuit of life and be open-minded.

After Pixie rang the doorbell, a voice came from the speaker at the door: "Cheng family, who is this?"

"Mrs. Cheng, it's me!"

"Oh, it's Miss Lott, please come in!"

despair!

After the door of the house slowly opens, there is a Chinese screen blocking the hall.

After the two of them walked around, Rossi took out two pairs of slippers from the shoe cabinet next to him.

"Luo, this is so rude!" Pixie stopped her: "How can you mess with someone else's shoe cabinet without the owner's consent?"

While changing her shoes, Rossi said, "Wouldn't it be even more rude if you just go in like this without changing your shoes?"

"But it must be approved by the owner!"

At this time, Mrs. Cheng came over and said with a smile: "Miss Lott, come in quickly, you're welcome, just treat it like your own home!"

Rosie looked like "I'll tell you" and said, "Pixie picked some fruits and gifts for you."

Mrs. Cheng ignored him and walked straight towards Pixie, saying: "Let's put it in the kitchen. I want to have a conversation with Miss Lott."

Just like that, Rosie was sent to the kitchen.

"Isn't Mr. Cheng here?" Pixie asked.

Mrs. Cheng said: "He will come back later. Let my girl and Luo Xi prepare dinner. You can chat with me for a while."

Let guests cook?

Chinese people are not very hospitable, so how can they let guests cook and do so as a matter of course?

However, if the food made by Luo Xi could be recognized by the Cheng family, wouldn't it bring glory to his own face?

"But, I'm worried about him..."

"Don't worry, let the young men do it. My girl is not bad at cooking."

I'm not worried about this. I'm worried about him and your girl.

I haven't even cooked with Luo yet.

Pixie was a little jealous, stretching her neck from time to time and looking towards the kitchen.

Absentmindedly, she pretended to go to the bathroom and secretly ran to the kitchen.

Luo Xi and Mrs. Cheng's daughter seemed to be chatting happily, and the distance between them was quite close.

"Miss Lott, come quickly!" Mrs. Cheng stopped her, "I have an old record here. Ayao, bring us two cups of coffee."

"Okay, Mom!"

After a while, Mrs. Cheng's daughter finally showed up.

This daughter of the Cheng family was very quiet, with a high ponytail, and said in a gentle tone: "Miss Lott, your coffee!"

Pixie stared at her, and even she felt that such a girl must be very popular in school.

Could it be that Rosie likes such a quiet traditional oriental woman?
Chapter completed!