Along the way, Zhong Zhen turned his head several times to look at Feng Beichen who was sitting in the passenger seat, and wanted to ask him, but he really didn't know where to start, so he drove the car silently.

When they got home, it was not too early or too late. Only a babysitter came and opened the door for them, and did not ask them if they had used dinner.

Zhong Zhen said softly to Feng Beichen, "I'll cook some noodles for you! Seafood noodles, can you?"

Although the two of them have basically never cooked at home, she knows that he loves seafood, so there should be a variety of seafood in the refrigerator at home, and she is good at making noodles.

Feng Beichen nodded and walked upstairs. He really didn't want to spend too much time on these trivial things, and Zhong Zhen was his personal secretary, helping him take care of all this.

Seeing his agreement, Zhong Zhen quickly walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator to find out some scares, clams, and so on, and then began to prepare noodles.

But when she was washing things, there was a sound of footsteps outside the kitchen door, and Feng Beichen's deep voice sounded in the air, "Wash your hands and face before cooking!"

Zhong Zhen felt embarrassed for a while, why did he ignore this matter? Feng Beichen is a bit hygienic. In terms of hygiene, he must pay special attention to him at all times.

She immediately agreed, "Okay, I will wash my hands again and wash my face." In fact, she has already thought in her heart that if you can't wear this clothes for cooking, you should wash and change into the kitchen clothes. Better.

It didn't matter at all, but since he cared so much, she could only follow his meaning.

Zhong Zhen put down the ingredients on his hands one by one, washed his hands, and then walked downstairs. After all, the clothes on his body are all special work clothes, and it is not very comfortable to work in the kitchen.

After returning to the bedroom, Zhong Zhen swiftly helped Feng Beichen tidy up his clothes. Then he changed his clothes and said to him, "Wait here for a while, I'll bring the noodles directly."

Feng Beichen said lightly, "Take it to the study."

"Yes." Zhong Zhen replied. Anyway, he said he would be there, she would not have any comments.

Soon, the two bowls of noodles were made, Zhong Zhen thought, she should eat it in the restaurant downstairs and serve it up to his own, otherwise the two eating noodles face to face will always feel bad.

Of course, there is another important reason. He is not in a good mood right now. Of course, she doesn't want to stay by his side and give each other a certain amount of space. This might be better for both of them.

Only when Zhong Zhen brought the noodles to the study, Feng Beichen glanced at the bowl and then at her, and said coldly, "Aren't you hungry?"

Zhong Zhen's heart is still sweet, is this also from his concern? Others are tall and cold, and when they do and speak, they are naturally quite different. Although cold, Zhong Zhen really likes to listen to his voice, which is so magnetic and flexible.

In this world, there are many men with magnetic voices, but it is really rare to have this kind of elasticity in the voice. This is also an important reason why she is obsessed with him.

Zhong Zhen suppressed the warmth and happiness in his heart, and whispered, "There is still a bowl in the kitchen. I'll go down to eat, and I'll collect the bowl later."

I thought there was nothing wrong with saying this, but who knew Feng Beichen said abruptly, "Eat with me!"

What's going on? Zhong Zhen felt a little dizzy. It was his words that were clearly understood. She had to quickly agree, "Okay, I'll be up right away!"

Zhong Zhen went downstairs, brought his bowl of noodles to the study room upstairs, sat down opposite Feng Beichen, looked at him timidly and said, "How do you taste it?"

Feng Beichen looked at his computer and said coldly, "It's okay!"

why do you say so? Has he already eaten it? There was a burst of ecstasy in Zhong Zhen's heart. Anyway, what he said was good, "You can accept it!"

In fact, the taste is really not important, the important thing is that as long as Feng Beichen can accept it.

"You must improve your cooking level in the future." Feng Beichen pushed the computer aside, pulled the noodles in front of him, and started to concentrate on eating.

He processed a few more pieces of mail before he started to deal with the bowl of noodles in front of him seriously! Who? What to say, can't you give a quasi-trust? Said it was okay for a while, and then said that someone should improve their cooking skills? Is it acceptable or not? Zhong Zhen's heart began to rise again and again, but on the surface he couldn't show too much

What comes.

She said sincerely, "I'm sorry, Mr. Feng, this doesn't suit your appetite, is it? You can give me your opinion, I will definitely change it, seriously."

She thought, no matter what, she should correct her attitude first, so as to make his attitude towards her a little better.

Feng Beichen did not speak any more, but wiped out the face in front of him extremely fast.

This man is really a weird person. On the one hand, he said it was not delicious, but on the other he ate so happily.

"President Feng, is one bowl enough?" Zhong Zhen looked a little silly. Could it be that he was so hungry? Obviously there is a meal at noon. Even if the meal is not good, how can it not be like this?

Feng Beichen stared at her, "I'm hungry." It meant that I could eat more.

Is Feng Beichen really not full of lunch at noon? Moreover, he has never liked such occasions. When he sees some people, he will feel more upset and eat less food.

Although the taste of the current noodles cannot be said to be very good, it is more unique, so he really likes it, saying that it is to improve her cooking skills, but he is afraid that she will be too excited like before.

"You put sugar in your soup?" Feng Beichen asked as he swallowed the last mouthful of the soup.

This method was taught by Zhong Zhen's mother, and it was seasoned with a little sugar and rice vinegar.

"A little bit, if you don't like it, I won't let it go in the future, and there are some other seasonings." Zhong Zhen's heart was very anxious, thinking in his heart, this Feng Beichen's mouth was so strong that he could eat anything. , Will not be unhappy because of this? But obviously I have finished a bowl!

Feng Beichen looked at her cautiously and looked at her particularly disgustingly, and thought to himself, "Is this woman really having a problem with intelligence? The facts are already in front of us, what else should I worry about?" How could he understand What about a woman with a strong sense of inferiority?