Especially, if it was done by Feng Luoluo......

Hades looked at Feng Luoluo expectantly.

"......" Feng Luoluo just followed the words of the underworld, and did not really mean to cook something for the underworld to eat.

But when it comes to this, how can she refuse? I can only bite the bullet.

I flipped the ingredients out of the refrigerator and cooked a bowl of noodles casually.

Because I was a little nervous, the noodles took too long to cook and became a little mushy.

Hell looked stunned.

He just jokingly said that he didn't expect Feng Luoluo to really do it......

The underworld has always been pampered, and Jason has made full arrangements for food, clothing, housing and transportation, wearing silk and satin, and eating delicacies from the mountains and seas...... All the one qiē, are the best.

He doesn't remember how long it has been, he hasn't seen it, it looks so bad, just by looking at it, he knows that the taste must not be good......

Decade...... No, it's been fifteen years.

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, fifteen years have passed......

Not soon, though.

Soon, he will get all the qiē that belongs to him back!

"I'll call the cook over and cook it for you again." Feng Luoluo regarded the daze of hell as his dislike for his cooking skills.

So, reach for the end of the face, ready to pour it out.

Blocked.

Hell picked up his chopsticks and took a bite, "It's delicious, much better than those so-called celebrity chefs." ”

"......" Feng Luoluo's eyes twitched.

Feng Luoluo is very self-aware, and he knows that his cooking skills are a few catties and a few taels.

The things she makes, at most, can be eaten, which is far from the chef in the villa.

As a result, when he came to Mingyu, he became even better than a celebrity chef......

Feng Luoluo can only say that Ming Yu also has a talent for bragging.

"Don't stand, sit down and eat together." Hell brought her the dishes and chopsticks.

"No need." Feng Luoluo excused herself, she didn't come to the kitchen because she was hungry at all.

What's more, there is only one bowl of noodles, how can Feng Luoluo eat it separately with Mingyu, and they are not a couple.

"Didn't Lolo say he was hungry?"

"Originally, I was a little hungry, but when I smelled the fumes, I was not hungry." Feng Luoluo casually found an excuse to prevaricate.

Hell nodded, and without reluctance to Feng Luoluo, he put away the dishes and chopsticks.

Feng Luoluo didn't speak, but watched quietly, hoping that the hell would leave quickly.

When he was gone, he had a way to make the cake himself.

Who knows, after the hell cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, he sat down directly beside Feng Luoluo.

"Do you still want to eat it? I'm going to do it-"

As he spoke, he stood up.

Hellworld took her hand, "Listen to the maid, you're going to make a cake for me as a birthday present?" ”

Feng Luoluo was stunned: Mingyu knows? Knowing that you showed up in the kitchen today to prepare a birthday cake for him?

Damn it!

Those chefs, thousands of confessions, can't reveal half a point to Mingyu before the banquet, they still don't keep their mouths shut!

"They didn't take the initiative to say it, I saw them preparing materials and asked, so they said it."

"How do you know what's in my heart......?" Feng Luoluo frowned: Does Shen Yu have the skill of guessing the heart?

Hell smiled lightly, his eyebrows shining, "You accidentally said what was in your heart just now. ”

"......" Feng Luoluo frowned, and he was really speechless about his habit-

Before, in front of Shangguan Yagu, he also violently~ exposed this habit......

Suddenly realized, I remembered Shangguan Yagu again?!

Wind Lolo

Damn it!

What's going on with her lately?

Why do you always think of Shangguan Yagu who tortured her so badly?