Such a fragrant soup was made specifically for his master, right?

This feeding him, he was jealous of the real name!

Qianmo stopped busy steps and secretly swallowed his saliva while looking towards Feng Jiao.

As a qualified melon-eating crowd, his round black eyes were flashing with a blazing gossip fire.

"A Ling, please open the door. Didn't you promised me yesterday to help me?" Feng Jiao stood at the door and said, holding a large bowl of sour radish vermicelli old duck soup.

When Ling Yuan opened the door, what was hit was the mellow and delicious taste of the old duck soup with sour radish vermicelli.

"You asked me to help, is it just to make soup for me?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

Feng Jiao felt her heartbeat subconsciously distorted the rhythm.

There is no way, a beautiful face like Miao Daxian can be so beautiful that it can be so reckless that it will cost half a life when she smiles.

She felt that even her soul seemed to be caught by his charming and deep purple eyes.

She pursed her lips, forced herself to calm down, and followed Ling Yuan into the room: "Actually, what you guessed is not very accurate. Recently, I want to launch this limited-time sour radish vermicelli old duck soup. Today I would like to ask you to taste it and try the taste."

"So that's the case. I thought you made it for me because I worked so hard a few days ago." Ling Yuan smiled in his eyes, but he deliberately showed a somewhat disappointed tone and said to Feng Jiao.

"Haha, of course I made it for you to eat. You saw it. It really makes me embarrassed."

The smile on the corner of Ling Yuan's mouth deepened a little further.

His little chef was still a little liar. He said embarrassed, but his face was not blushing, making him unable to see any embarrassed look at all.

Ling Yuan sat down in a great mood and began to taste the sour radish vermicelli old duck soup carefully cooked for him by his little chef.

"This soup is delicious." Ling Yuan looked at the little chef with a bright look and said without reservation his comment on the old duck soup she made: "The soup of this old duck soup with sour radish vermicelli is clear and mellow, with fresh and sweet taste, with yellow and bright duck sebum, crispy and mellow meat, sour and refreshing radish, and the vermicelli is soaked in the sour scent of the soup, with a unique flavor."

It's really delicious!

It was not until he met his little chef that he realized that there was a kind of delicacy in this world that he could love. He only wanted to praise him seriously, but when facing the clever little chef who had cooked these delicious dishes, he still couldn't suppress the smile on the corner of his mouth.

What Feng Jiao likes to see the most is that when Miao Daxian eats the food, she will squint her eyes happily and enjoy it with intoxication.

She couldn't help but feel happy.

"A Ling, tell me about your affairs." She said to him softly: "You have never told me about your experiences before meeting me. Can you tell me these things?"

She felt that she didn't know him enough, and she wanted to know more, and then said to him, I didn't have time to participate in your past. But I hope I will accompany you in your future.

Ling Yuan raised his eyebrows and looked at Feng Jiao with surprise, feeling that the softest part in his heart was deeply touched by his little chef.
Chapter completed!