Chapter 741 Fanwai 103 Women are Trouble

   Mingyue is not a little girl ignorant of the world, how could she not know what Zhao Feng is talking about? She is not as thick-skinned as Zhao Feng, and she was the first to lose, her eyes dodged.

   "I'm talking about the top, can you stop rocking back and forth shirtless."

  Zhao Feng moved his lower shoulder blades, and said casually, "That's what I said, what do you think I'm talking about."

  Mingyue choked, realizing that Zhao Feng was teasing her, her cheeks flushed instantly, she turned and went into the kitchen, and said angrily, "Whatever you want."

  Seeing that she was really angry, Zhao Feng said with a "tsk", "Okay, okay, women are troublesome, just put them on."

  Ming Yue took the bread out of the refrigerator, and roared in her heart: She guessed right.

  By the time Zhao Feng entered the room and turned back out, he was already fully dressed. Mingyue sat at the dining table, raised her head and glanced at him, without saying a word.

  Zhao Feng wandered into the kitchen, and when he passed by the bright moon, he took the initiative to talk, "You just eat this? It's not nutritious, no wonder you're so thin."

  Mingyue looked at the slices of bread and millet porridge in front of her, and had to admit what Zhao Feng said. The slices of bread were bought during a buy-one-get-one-free promotion at the supermarket.

  She can only go in and out now, so she has to cut down on food and clothing.

   More importantly, she is not good at cooking, so it would be nice if she could cook it.

  Mingyue was still angry with Zhao Feng, ignored him, and continued to eat with her head down.

  Zhao Feng opened the refrigerator on his own, took out Mingyue's leftover rice from yesterday, and said again, "Lend me some rice to make fried rice with eggs."

  Mingyue responded this time, but her tone was still not very good, "It's up to you."

  Anyway, she can only make rice porridge from the leftover rice. The content of porridge has exceeded the standard these days, and she has had enough.

   Just as Mingyue was holding a slice of bread and swallowing hard, a strong fragrance suddenly came from behind her. Mingyue couldn't hold back, and turned her head to take a look.

   Zhao Feng was standing in front of the stove, shaking the spoon with one hand. The big iron pot that Mingyue could usually hold with two hands seemed to be only as heavy as cotton in Zhao Feng's hands.

  When the iron pot was running, the rice mixed with eggs and diced cucumber turned over in the air. At the same time, a golden flame flashed in the pot, and the aroma wafted from the nostrils.

  After the gas stove was turned off, Zhao Feng sprinkled some chopped green onions into the pot, and then took it out of the pot.

  Mingyue retracted her gaze, swallowed unconsciously, let alone, Zhao Feng is quite a decent cook.

  After Zhao Feng walked over, he put a bowl in front of Mingyue, then sat opposite her, and said very naturally, "Eat."

  Mingyue just lost her temper with him, how could she eat the rice he cooked, she pushed the bowl in front of her, "I'm full, no need."

  Zhao Feng took the bowl and put the rice into his mouth. Hearing this, he glanced at her, changed his previous hippie smile, and said quite seriously.

   "There are no goods now, the car can't go, I have to stay here for a few days, I cook and wash the dishes, you buy vegetables, do you have any opinions?"

  Mingyue shook her head again and again, "No objection."

  The food is only a few dollars, and if you go out to eat, it will cost you dozens of dollars. She almost vomits after eating the food she cooks herself.

  As soon as she thought that she had her own share of the rice, Mingyue suddenly felt guilty. She took the bowl and ate up the rice.

  After eating, Mingyue touched her full belly and couldn't help sighing, "You are good at cooking. If you don't drive, you can consider becoming a chef."

   At this time, she is full of food and drink, and Mingyue's good mood almost overflows from her eyes.

  Zhao Feng leaned on the back of the chair, staring at her without blinking. A few seconds later, he raised his hand suddenly, nodded at Mingyue's side face, and his tone became the same as before.

   "You actually have dimples."

  (end of this chapter)