Chapter 100: I Didn't Mean It (2)

Seeing Ling Fei in the living room, Song Tianmo's face suddenly darkened, and he strode over and asked, "Why don't you answer the phone!" ”

The voice was cold. 【】

Sharp-eyed.

"Ah, you called me?"

Ling Fei's eyes widened in surprise, she turned around and ran into the bedroom, picked up the phone and saw that there were more than a dozen missed calls on the phone.

"I'm in the kitchen...... I didn't hear me, you see I don't have pockets in the clothes I'm wearing today, I didn't mean not to answer your calls. Ling Fei playfully stuck out her tongue and explained a little awkwardly.

She was wearing a sleeveless dress today, because she was going into the kitchen, she deliberately put an apron around her body, the apron was a cartoon pattern, very cute, and Ling Fei seemed to be two years younger.

The hair was tied up.

There was sweat on the tip of his nose, and on his face as white as jade, there were two extremely obvious black marks at this time.

Song Tianmo's eyes flashed, and his gaze moved from her to the dining table, where there were five plates.

There are two plates with strange shapes, the color is charred black, and it is impossible to tell what they are at all, and the next three plates are ...... The color of each plate is better than the other.

A plate of tofu, a bit like mapo tofu.

A plate of shredded pork with green peppers.

A plate of shredded potatoes stir-fried with green peppers.

"You made this all up?"

Ling Fei nodded: "Have you eaten?" ”

"Nope."

"That's right, let's eat at home today!" Ling Fei took off her apron and looked at him with a courteous expression, her apricot eyes faintly flashing with anticipation.

Song Tianmo thought of the missed phone call in the afternoon.

He sat down in his chair.

Ling Fei's eyes lit up: "You wait a minute." He turned and walked briskly into the kitchen.

Song Tianmo looked at her slender back, and unconsciously his eyes softened a lot.

Ling Fei quickly popped out of the kitchen again and asked him with a smile, "Do you want to drink?" ”

Song Tianmo shook his head.

Ling Fei turned around and ran back, and when she came out again, she was holding a bowl with white rice in one hand.

She put one of the bowls full in front of Song Tianmo, ran to the kitchen to get chopsticks, handed a pair to Song Tianmo, and then she sat down opposite Song Tianmo.

As the host persuaded the guests, he persuaded Song Tianmo to eat and use the dishes, and even kept putting them in his bowl.

"Is it delicious?"

"How's it taste?"

"Is it salty or not?"

"Is it light?"

……

Song Tianmo swallowed a piece of tofu.

There was a pause in his hand.

Then I ate two green peppers.

Finally, shredded potatoes.

"Not bad!" After tasting a little of the three, Song Tianmo finally spoke, nodded, and asked her again, "Haven't you done it before?" ”

Because of those two pieces of charcoal-like things, Song Tianmo asked this question, and thought of the breakfast that Ling Fei brought him on the plane.

The corners of her lips couldn't help but hook again, the smile in her dark eyes was even stronger, and her gaze inadvertently swept over her face.

"Well, it's my first time cooking stir-fry, and since you said it's good, it seems that I still have a lot of talent for cooking." Even Song Tianmo, who has always been picky, actually said that it was good, Ling Fei couldn't help but feel complacent, and her eyes were even brighter.

In the end, the three dishes were solved by the two of them.

After eating, Song Tianmo left quickly and pulled her into the bathroom before leaving.

Ling Fei stared at the flower-faced cat in the mirror.

I want to cry without tears.

"Song Tianmo!"

Song Tianmo laughed and left the apartment.

Ling Fei washed her face vigorously with water in the bathroom, and the scalded wound on her hand was even more painful because of the water.

"Song Tianmo, how bad you are!"

No wonder she kept looking at her after eating, with a smile in her eyes, and she misunderstood that he really liked her dishes, but she didn't expect it...... With a wail, Ling Fei buried her whole face in the washbasin.

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