Chapter 13

Why are you standing there? I helped me get the apron Ah outfit for the first time today, and I don't want to get it dirty

Fang Tongtong's words finally woke Zhao Tao up with a hot face

At that moment just now, countless impulsive scenes flashed through his heart. Those different movements finally pointed to a finishing point and pulled off her panties from Fang Tongtong's skirt.

Every boy has a beast hidden inside

Zhao Tao finally believed this statement, quickly turned around and walked away to get the hung apron

He didn't notice his strangeness at all. Fang Tongtong hummed Sun Yàn's pop song gently, skillfully arranged the chopping board by the pool, and asked while tidying up: Zhao Tao, you have nothing to eat, right?

He quickly said: Coriander and green pepper, I don’t eat these two things at all

Oh... it's time to ask you first. Fang Tongtong took out a handful of coriander, folded it in half, and threw it into the trash can, wasted

You can eat it if I don't eat it, he said casually, his eyes looking at her cuffs from the side, wanting to find the mysterious scenery again

If you don't like to eat, I won't do it anyway, I'm not picky about food.

Judging from her actions, she is indeed not the level of scrambled eggs and braised noodles with tomatoes that girls claim to be able to cook. If her purpose is to show her good wife and mother, then she will be very successful.

Before he knew it, Zhao Tao's eyes shifted from the cuffs that could not find the opportunity to her busy swaying arm.

There are no such scenes at home all year round. It is rare that when my parents come back from the Northwest to take a vacation, most of the people who cook are the fathers.

The hot blood gradually calmed down, and he leaned closer and asked: Do you need help?

No, no, what's the matter with you, a man in the kitchen?

She raised her hand and mischievously spiced his nose, causing him to turn around and sneeze three or four times, making her laugh so that she trembled with her back and forth. Let's play the game, call you

I have nothing to do, I'll accompany you, he rubbed his nose and asked, Why are you so good at cooking?

I remember you don't have a younger brother, either

Among his more familiar classmates, the girls who are serious and good at cooking are usually the eldest child in the family. The only one who can cook is the only one who can cook. The one who is said to be fried rice is the best.

The aunt I hired at home is very skillful and just likes to nag. Relying on being a distant relative, she keeps talking about me, saying that girls nowadays can't even cook a meal, how can men not run away?

Fang Tongtong learned the dialect of the nanny at home and said vividly, "If I get tired of reading, I will say try it." As a result, I like cooking very much. The things I make are the best for my mouth. Before I knew it, I learned everything I like to eat.

She chopped the meat filling with one hand, plucked her hair with the other hand, and said with a smile: Tell you, there are not many girls who know how to cook and like to cook like this. Don't miss it when you pass by

He didn't dare to respond directly to this topic, so he hesitated for a moment and said: What are you going to do?

Fry some mutton, boil some meatball soup, and cook some mushrooms and rapeseed. We should be almost done if we still want to eat it, and we can still take care of the heat after evening study.

She turned her head and flew at him, would she? How about I go back a little later and I will make you feel warm?

Isn't it okay if we eat together in the evening and then go there? He almost didn't speak. Why did you do that early when you go to school?

The corners of her lips suddenly curled up. Didn’t you have a regular meal friend before evening self-study? Isn’t it good to have them put pigeons together?

Maybe it's not good, it's a bit suspicious of forgetting friends when he sees sex. Unfortunately, he has already put them in the Internet cafe and lost the interstellar appointment. When can't they eat Ah, they look up all day long and look down.

She smiled proudly and pinched his nose with chopsticks. Fortunately, I am the one, otherwise I would have to poke your nose and scold you.

Looking at the bright eyes in front of him, he was a little dazed in an instant

It will shine, be full of concentration, reflect its own shadow as if it has filled the whole world, this...

Is it just someone who falls in love with his own eyes?

Is it such a happy thing to be looked at by such eyes?

Something seemed to melt completely in his heart. He leaned closer and moved his dry lips, wanting to say something to respond to her enthusiasm.

As a result, a piece of slightly spicy and fragrant mutton stuffed into his mouth, accompanied by Fang Tongtong's expectant voice: Try it, try it, taste it quickly, is it delicious?

Uh... hot...