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Chapter 136 Laugh at him as masochist!

By the way, she still remembered that Brother Aluo gave her a nickname.

"Little pocket pig!" Arlo pinched her chubby cheeks.

"I'm not a little pocket pig!" She tilted her head, her face was hanging in his hands, her waist was inserted, and she protested angrily, "I'm a big pocket pig!"

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She doesn't like being called "little" by people, it seems that she will suffer a disadvantage if she is said to be small, she must fight for her size.

Recalling the funny things when she was a child, Lin Xiaoting couldn't help laughing out loud, Leng Yanxiu stopped combing her hair, and asked her, "What are you laughing at?"

Lin Xiaoting came back to her senses and shook her head. She didn't want to share childhood fun with him, so she pretended, "I'm laughing at you."

"What's so funny about me!"

"Laughing that you have masochism, you are a wealthy group president, do you like to do things that others do? Usually others serve you, eat and drink!"

Lin Xiaoting felt that Leng Yanxiu must have been kicked in the head by a donkey, otherwise why would he come to serve her like a dick?

"So what?" Leng Yanxiu has a normal head and no tendency to be masochistic. He just regards her as his princess and serves her willingly.

You know, he can't do this to everyone.

"Oh, it's not good!" Lin Xiaoting closed the topic awkwardly, and she felt that it was very difficult to communicate with Leng Yanxiu, and she couldn't chat smoothly.

She deeply understood one thing. No wonder Leng Yanxiu didn't get married at the age of 30. It's not unreasonable. A sullen and smelly man like him should be single and can't find a wife.

If any woman marries him in the future, that woman will be like a blind idiot kicked by a donkey with a smart brain!
After Lin Xiaoting finished washing, Leng Yanxiu got up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast, simple millet porridge, served with a little pickles, the pickles were chopped into pieces, which was convenient for her to chew and digest.

He brought rice porridge in front of her and fed her with a spoon.

Lin Xiaoting's uninjured hand has not received an injection yet, and she can move freely. She wants to eat by herself, "I will do it myself!"

"Huh?" Leng Yanxiu moved the spoon away, narrowed his eyes, and threatened, "Do you want me to feed you with my mouth?"

"..." Lin Xiaoting couldn't help thinking of the horrifying scene yesterday, and really didn't want to drool on him, so, well, she had to surrender obediently.

When the spoon was stretched out again, Lin Xiaoting opened her mouth to eat the porridge, the porridge was so fragrant and smooth that it melted in the mouth, no need to chew at all.

But she was unconvinced in her heart, as if she had a grudge against the porridge, and deliberately ate the porridge loudly.

Knowing that she did it on purpose, Leng Yanxiu ignored her and continued to feed her porridge.

Lin Xiaoting ate deliciously, and occasionally licked the porridge on her lips. In fact, from an objective point of view, Leng Yanxiu's craftsmanship is really good. Why does his rice porridge taste so delicious?

Did he add any special materials to it?
"Is it delicious?" Leng Yanxiu was in a good mood seeing her eating delicious food, his dark eyes were deep and shining.

"It's okay! How do you make this porridge?" Lin Xiaoting couldn't help but ask him for advice. She remembered that she had boiled porridge before, but she made it mushy. It almost burned the iron pot and caused a fire. Since then, there has been no cook She is talented in art, so she has never cooked anything.

"Do you want to learn?" Seeing Lin Xiaoting nodding, he told her, "Appropriate amount of water, appropriate amount of rice, boiled over moderate heat."

Nima, talking is like talking for nothing!
Lin Xiaoting looked at him carefully, don't mention the word "moderate" to her, she has been deceived by this word many times.

"It's that simple? Is it all right?"

"En." Leng Yanxiu nodded, thinking of something, and added, "Don't forget to add a little bit of edible alkali."

Seeing that she didn't understand, Leng Yanxiu briefly explained the reason for adding edible alkali to her. Alkaline food is hot and bitter in taste. The food becomes more delicious, but be sure to control the amount.

He was like a chemistry teacher, after listening to his explanation, Lin Xiaoting felt a little admiration for him.

It's rare!

His good looks, ruthlessness and wealth are already charming enough, but he can cook and know so much common sense in life, which is completely different from what she imagined. Isn't a rich dude like him only good at eating, drinking and having fun? of it?
Lin Xiaoting took a mouthful of porridge and asked him, "Who did you learn from?"

"My mother." Leng Yanxiu replied softly. He grew up with his mother in Yuan City and was independent since he was a child. He learned a lot of life knowledge from his mother. Cooking is only a necessary skill for survival.

"Is your mother good at cooking? She must be very good at cooking, right? I haven't seen her in Bay Nine. Does she not live with you?"

This was the first time I heard him mention his mother.

Lin Xiaoting is just a little curious. In Los Angeles, Leng Yanxiu is a mysterious man, and who his mother is is also a mystery. It is estimated that Leng Aotian's methods are too powerful, and even the most powerful gossip media dare not write about Leng Yan. Xiu and his mother.

Regarding Leng Yanxiu's mother, the unified caliber spread by the media is that she and Leng Aotian divorced early.

Nothing else.

Lin Xiaoting's clear eyes were pure and innocent, but she didn't notice Leng Yanxiu's bright eyes, which dimmed.

Her unintentional words brought back painful memories in his heart.

His mother doesn't live with him because she died many years ago.

Her skills are indeed unmatched, her best dish is tomato stewed beef, she is the best person in the world to him...

Lin Xiaoting didn't notice it at all, and continued to talk happily, "Oh, I also knew an aunt before, who lived next door to our house. The food she cooks is very, very delicious. I really like to go to her house to eat. You know What dish does she cook the best?"

After Lin Xiaoting finished speaking, she looked at Leng Yanxiu, and when he asked her "what dish", she would happily say "tomato beef".

A normal chat pattern should be like this with questions and answers, but what about Leng Yanxiu?
Did he hear what she was saying?
He was silent, with a straight face, not knowing what he was thinking!
Oh - grass!

Chatting with a man like him can blow your lungs out!
"Hey, Leng Yanxiu, you are stupid!" Lin Xiaoting reminded him with a frown.

When Leng Yanxiu came back to his senses, he realized that all the porridge in the spoon had spilled on the quilt, so he quickly put down the spoon, took a paper towel, and wiped off the porridge on the quilt.

Then she continued to feed her, but Lin Xiaoting pouted her mouth and said bluntly, "I'm full!"

"Are you full after eating this little?" There is still more than half of the rice porridge in the bowl!
"Full! Full!"

I'm full of gas!

Lin Xiaoting turned her head to the other side and ignored him.

Leng Yanxiu felt that she was angry, but he didn't know where her anger came from. He put down the bowl in his hand, pinched her chin with his fingers, turned her face, and teased her, "You know you look like eating what?"

"what?"

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(End of this chapter)