E-sports male god, you are so sweet

Chapter 158 Steamed Bun Soy Milk Fried Sticks
The blond hair rested quietly on Lin Ziran's arm, soft and silky. The boy's sleeping face was a little immature and innocent, and his slightly closed lips exuded a tender and seductive atmosphere. The white skin was revealed in the clothes, and every inch was full of temptation.

Looking at Feng Yuhan who was sleeping soundly on his arm, Lin Ziran couldn't bear to wake up.

"mom……"

He opened his lips slightly and muttered to himself.

It was ten years ago when I heard that Feng Yuhan's biological mother died of illness, when he was only five years old.

Feeling his body trembling slightly, Lin Ziran couldn't help reaching out and stroking his back.

After the person in his arms settled down, Lin Ziran carefully took out his hand, covered Feng Yuhan with a quilt, and ran to the computer desk, and fell asleep on the chair.

In the darkness, golden pupils slowly emerged, staring at the sleeping Lin Ziran, without sleep for a long time.

There are not many people who are as gentle as her to the bottom of their hearts.

Her tenderness made him hesitate.

Feng Yuhan just stared at Lin Ziran's figure and didn't dare to do other things. He knew that if he carried Lin Ziran back to the bed, he would only wake her up.

It looks good like this.

In the early morning of the next day, Lin Ziran woke up naturally from sleep, washed up and went downstairs, and saw steamed buns, fried dough sticks and soy milk on the table.

"Damn it!" Lin Ziran couldn't imagine that in such a luxurious villa there would be a breakfast like steamed buns, fried dough sticks and soy milk, "Did you ask someone to deliver it?"

"Yeah." Feng Yuhan replied in a daze, and quickly hid her hands behind her back.

Lin Ziran blinked, and from the corner of his eye, he accidentally saw the burn marks on his arm and the white flour.

"you……"

Taking advantage of Feng Yuhan's inattention, Lin Ziran rushed into the kitchen in a flash, and the inside was a mess, as if he had just experienced a battle.

Feng Yuhan chased after him in a hurry, stood timidly behind him, and said confidently: "Rat."

"Oh." Lin Ziran turned around with a chuckle and returned to the dining table.

It is almost hard to imagine that on this six-meter-long table there are a plate of buns and a plate of fried dough sticks, two cups of soy milk and two pairs of bowls and chopsticks.

"Then I'll try your handiwork." Lin Ziran said, pouring the soy milk in the cup into the bowl, and then put a piece of fried dough sticks into the bowl, "This tastes delicious only after soaking it."

Seeing this, Feng Yuhan followed suit: "I know."

Lin Ziran tasted it. Although the taste is not good, it is acceptable. For beginners like Feng Yuhan, it is already very good.

"How long have you been doing this?"

"It will be fine in a while."

"Oh~" Lin Ziran didn't believe it.

"Did you...didn't sleep well yesterday?" Feng Yuhan asked, a little guilty, "I won't be here tonight, you should rest well."

"It's okay, you can do whatever you want." Lin Ziran didn't care.

Even if it was rejection, Feng Yuhan felt better, after all, this was Lin Ziran's attitude towards him, but she was in a state of indifference and didn't care about him at all.

Feng Yuhan lowered his eyes: "I'm done eating."

"Well, I've finished eating too." Lin Ziran took a mouthful of buns and wiped out nearly a plate in minutes, while Feng Yuhan only ate one.

The fighting power of this woman is beyond imagination.

If he really married her, even though he could not break the Feng family, it would not be so easy.

After eating, seeing Feng Yuhan made a phone call, someone came to clean up the kitchen.

Looking at their severe dark circles, Lin Ziran can probably guess how long Feng Yuhan has been doing it.

Indeed, Feng Yuhan got up at two o'clock in the morning, called the chefs in the middle of the night, and started working directly after preparing the food. He was busy until 09:30, and finally finished the last version that could be eaten.

Based on Lin Ziran eating instant noodles and drinking Coke last night, Feng Yuhan thought, maybe she prefers Chinese breakfast to Western breakfast.

Only then did some strange things happen.

He also regretted it afterwards.

(End of this chapter)