The man suddenly approached, let Lan Yanxi breathe stagnate, quickly step back. The man was still wearing a dark blue nightgown, wrapped his tall and strong body, full of male aggression, even if he did nothing, just stood in front of him like this, the strong sense of oppression, is also extremely dangerous.
Lan Yanxi's beautiful eyes blinked twice in a panic, and she stammered, "what else is there for me to do?"
Ling Mofeng originally saw that she was like a little cat. He couldn't help but want to tease her. It must be very interesting. But when he really saw her eyes full of defense, the joking mood in the man's heart disappeared. He couldn't scare her away.
"It's nothing. Since you can't do it, don't do it. I can make you a noodle to eat!" Ling Mofeng looked at the black thing on the plate again. He thought in his heart that he would not eat it even if he was beaten to death.
"Am I useless? I can't do such a simple fried rice well, and I'm shameless to say that I'll take care of you. 'Lan Yanxi's face is frustrated. It's a big blow.
"It's enough for you to have such a heart." Ling Mofeng suddenly reached over and straightened her long hair. "Go and wash your face. I'll make noodles for you."
Ling Mofeng didn't have much hope for her for a long time, so at the moment, he was not disappointed.
"OK!" Lan Yanxi went out with her head down. When she stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, she saw that her face and nose were stained with black things. It was so humiliating.
She bit her teeth in annoyance. She must learn to cook delicious things and not make a fool of herself like today.
Lan Yanxi washed her face and went downstairs. She heard a sound coming from the kitchen. She couldn't help but be attracted. Standing at the door, she saw that the man was stirring the noodles in the pot skillfully. He also prepared the sauce here, waiting for the noodles to be cooked together.
Lan Yanxi, who had never seen a man cook, was surprised at the moment. He felt that this picture was not out of place, but full of yearning. It was as if he saw a responsible husband preparing breakfast for his wife. It was warm and romantic.
Ling Mofeng had known that she was standing at the door. He stirred the noodles with his chopsticks again, and then turned to look at her.
Lan Yanxi inadvertently looked at his eyes, trembled slightly in his heart, and quickly lowered his head.
"Would you like to come in and learn?" Ling Mofeng asked with an interesting smile.
Lan Yanxi was stunned, but obediently walked in and looked at the boiling noodles in the pot: "are the noodles you make delicious?"
"Generally, you will know in a moment." Ling Mofeng is not confident in his cooking skills, but he is better than Lan Yanxi. At least he will not burn things into black charcoal, which is hard to swallow.
Lan Yanxi suddenly chuckled in a low voice. Ling Mofeng was inexplicably laughed by her. Her eyes narrowed: "what are you laughing at?"
"Nothing, I feel that your image suddenly became very tall, and you are no longer the vice president in my imagination." Lan Yanxi is suddenly in a good mood. Of course, he is very happy to think that he will not be hungry for breakfast.
"Oh?" The man's tone rose to express curiosity.
"I didn't expect that you had the potential of a family cook. Just now, I saw that you stirred the noodles. I felt that you should have done it many times." Lan Yanxi asked him with a smile.
"Do you feel moved by me now?" Ling Mofeng also laughed, but it was very evil, which made people flustered.
Lan Yanxi didn't expect him to make such a joke. He immediately tooted his mouth: "I don't know what the feeling of heart is, but the feeling in front of me is still good."
"Do you have a feeling of living with me?" Ling Mofeng asked her again.
Lan Yanxi's eyes were dazed, and then he nodded with a smile: "yes, yes, yes, that's the feeling."
The man's eyebrows pick up a little unhappy expression. What does this woman think of him? Not just anyone could live with him.
The noodles are ready, and there is even some meat slices, green onions in them. When they are stirred gently, the fragrance is overwhelming and makes people hungry.
"Wow, it smells good. Ling Mofeng, I must learn your craft!" Lan Yanxi began to talk big again.
"Eat, I have to go up and clean up!" Ling Mofeng just got anxious and didn't wash up. At this moment, he saw her sucking the noodles contentedly. His mood was inexplicably better.
"OK, then you have to hurry up, otherwise, the noodles will not be delicious when they are cold!" Lan Yanxi buried his head to eat and reminded him by the way.
"Well!" The man only answered and turned to go downstairs. After more than ten minutes, he went downstairs again. He was already wearing a black suit with a silk white shirt. He had a noble image and excellent temperament. Where was the family image of cooking noodles in the kitchen in a nightgown just now? It seemed that he had restored the side of Jin Gui abstinence in front of people.
"Come and eat!" Lan Yanxi, who is almost full, looks up and sees his handsome appearance. He can't help but be amazed. This man is really two-sided. However, both sides are full of male charm.
"I won't eat. There is an urgent matter to deal with in the general office. I have to go first!" Just now when he was upstairs changing his clothes, he received an urgent phone call, so he has no time to eat breakfast now. The motorcade outside the door to pick him up has already arrived.
"Then you don't eat, won't you be hungry?" Lan Yanxi immediately stood up and asked with concern.
"I'll eat in the general office. You eat slowly. I'll go first!" Ling Mofeng said, and walked quickly to the door, leaving Lan Yanxi in a daze.
Lan Yanxi drank most of the soup. Then he leaned lazily on the back of the chair and touched his full belly. What happened? In the blue house, she can't eat so much. How can she run to Ling Mofeng? She is like a she-wolf who has been hungry for eight hundred years. She is so full.
After Lan Yanxi had eaten and drunk enough, she decided to look at the house carefully.
Before, she came in the evening, and she didn't have time to look at it carefully. Now, she has a lot of time to visit Ling Mofeng's antique home. Naturally, she wants to have a look.
There are two ancient pines in front of the door. They are intertwined and leafy. They are planted on both sides of the road. The branches stretch out. It's very cool under them. When it's hot, you can put a reclining chair under them. It must be very leisurely.
The scenery of the front yard is completely occupied by these two simple trees. She has her hands on her back, like a little rich man, leisurely strolling to the backyard. The space in the backyard is still very large. There are a lot of flowers and trees planted. However, these flowers and plants don't seem to be well taken care of. Even some weeds and wild flowers are blooming righteously, completely covering the light of those flowers and plants.
"No, Ling Mofeng didn't ask a gardener to take care of this garden." Lan Yanxi's face is surprised. It's reasonable to say that Ling Mofeng is definitely not short of money. Then why doesn't he take care of it?
Or, this garden has always been taken care of by him when he has time? It doesn't look like it hasn't been taken care of, but there are too few traces of manual care.
"Alas, it seems that I, the hostess, have to do it." Lan Yanxi immediately decided not to go out today. She must take care of the garden. At least, she has a clear priority.
Lan Yanxi went upstairs to change into a set of sportswear and went to the utility room to find tools. Although she is the eldest daughter of the blue family, she does not really do nothing. When Lan Yanxi's mother was forced to move out of the blue family, Lan Yanxi followed her. When she was free, she helped her mother with the housework. She was quite capable.
Lan Yanxi wears a sun hat and sweats in the sun.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, she finally cleaned up the garden. Some weeds were cleaned up, and the priority of the garden immediately appeared. It looked much more pleasing to the eye.
Lan Yanxi squatted in the garden and took a few photos narcissistically. Finally, she thought about it and sent them to Ling Mofeng. After all, this is his home. She has to tell him what to do.
As soon as the photo was sent, Ling Mofeng called. The man's deep voice came: "what did you do to my garden?"
"I'll help you to get rid of the weeds?" Lan Yanxi answers quickly.
"Who asked you to do it?" Ling Mofeng's tone is a little dissatisfied.
"I know what to do. Why? Don't tell me you don't want me to clean up your garden?" Lan Yanxi is a little aggrieved.
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