Huo Jincheng stood up. Yes, he was teasing her.
"I haven’t showered yet."
Huo Jincheng: "It’s okay."
Lu Xingzhi: "..."
What does "it’s okay" an?
Lu Xingzhi didn’t dwell on it; she still favored cleanliness.
Just as she was about to go to the bathroom to shower, she heard Huo Jincheng say, "No hurry, wash later!"
Lu Xingzhi murmured to herself: It’s hardly a "later!"
"Let’s go!" Huo Jincheng pulled Lu Xingzhi into the room.
"Zhi Zhi, I miss you. It feels like I’m thinking about you all the ti."
"I miss you too."
"Good girl..."
...
It was nearly three in the morning when Lu Xingzhi went to shower, almost with her eyes closed, exhausted beyond asure, carried by Huo Jincheng.
As for how she ended up lying in bed, she didn’t even know.
The apartnt Lu Xingzhi lived in had only a bedroom and a study.
The rest, originally had another room, but it was opened up to place the piano there.
At the ti, this was mainly because Huo Jincheng didn’t want to sleep in separate rooms.
Now, it didn’t matter anymore.
A good night’s sleep.
--
Lu Xingzhi was practically awakened by the sll of food.
Waking up in the morning, she saw Huo Jincheng busy in the kitchen.
Seeing her, Huo Jincheng smiled happily, "Zhi Zhi, the al is almost ready. You sit there and watch TV."
"Okay."
Lu Xingzhi didn’t quite like watching TV, so she sat at the piano and played a piece.
She was still amazed today, if not for feeling slightly unwell, she would almost doubt that last night was just a dream.
In the dream, she saw Huo Jincheng, saw Huo Jincheng visiting her.
But now, Huo Jincheng was really standing in front of her, in the kitchen cooking for her.
There was a scent of happiness.
Lu Xingzhi looked at Huo Jincheng, the piece she was playing had changed unconsciously; she was playing it casually.
Her Uncle was really too handso, especially when cooking in the kitchen, even more so.
Lu Xingzhi would never admit that it was because Huo Jincheng was cooking for her that she thought this way.
Lu Xingzhi even believed that a man cooking was more charming than a man working.
It was already eleven in the morning.
Huo Jincheng brought the dishes to the table and said to Lu Xingzhi, "Zhi Zhi, co and eat."
"Okay!"
Lu Xingzhi sat at the table, looking at the delicious-looking and aromatic al, her appetite was suddenly aroused.
"Uncle, you’re so amazing. You can make so many dishes!" Lu Xingzhi’s eyes were sparkling; a man who could cook was one thing, but making it this good was another.
Lu Xingzhi didn’t know Huo Jincheng specifically learned from the family chef.
Before, though he could cook, it wasn’t at the standard it was now.
During his ti back in the country, he had been learning from the chef every day.
Just so, when he ca to France, he could cook for Lu Xingzhi, let her feel the taste of ho, let her taste the food he personally made.
"Uncle, this taste is so familiar! It’s just like the family chef’s." Lu Xingzhi picked up a piece of beef and ate it; the familiar taste erged.
"Mm. I learned from him a bit. Tomorrow morning I’ll make wontons for you." Huo Jincheng knew Lu Xingzhi liked most the wontons the family chef made.
Absolutely never tiring of it.
She could eat it every morning.
This was what he focused on learning.
Finally, there was progress.
"Great!"
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