Li Nanheng didn't move at all, still sitting there: "Well, then I'll stay here with you."
Feng Ling glanced at him: "Didn't you hear the point?"
"What?"
"I said I wanted to be alone."
Li Nanheng looked at her for a while, and then seemed a little embarrassed. He coughed, picked up the clothes on the sofa and put them on slowly. It seemed that his back really hurt. When he put on the sleeves, he didn't feel as bad as when he took them off. After his arm got stuck twice, he saw that Feng Ling had no intention of coming over to help him put on his clothes, so he finally put them on himself.
"The thin blanket on the sofa can be used as a cover. If it's not warm enough, there is a bed and a quilt in the next room." Li Nanheng stood up. After all, he knew that Feng Ling didn't have much patience with him now. The forceful offensive method he tried to adopt before would definitely be useless. , you can only take your time, don’t rush at all.
Feng Ling didn't reply. She just picked up the thin blanket from the sofa after he stood up, folded it and put it aside, as if she wouldn't cover the things he covered.
Li Nanheng felt a breath stuck in his chest. He looked at her, then raised his hand and moved his arm gently. After pulling the injury on his back, his face turned pale again.
Feng Ling glanced at him: "If you're injured, why don't you rest next to me? If you mind that I'm here, I'll go out now. It doesn't matter if I stand in the corridor for a few hours."
Don't you want to stay a little longer
Li Nanheng looked at her in a muffled voice and wanted to speak, but Feng Ling immediately looked away and stopped looking at him.
... Damn it, Li Nanheng has never encountered such a difficult person in his life, and he's still a woman.
"Get some rest early." After the man said that, he stopped waving his arms in front of her and turned directly back to the bedroom.
The living room returned to silence, and the strong and refreshing smell of the man who only belonged to him finally moved away. Only then did Feng Ling feel that she could breathe hard. After sitting on the sofa for a while, she lay directly on the sofa. superior.
Although the surrounding environment and this living room seemed unfamiliar, she didn't seem to be particularly uncomfortable with it. The previous medicinal effects had not completely dissipated. In fact, her head still hurt. She lay like this for a while, looking at the simple decoration. In the clean living room, she glanced at the white walls again. In her mind, she was suddenly knocked awake in that car and rolled down from the back seat. When she woke up, she saw Li Nanheng opening the deformed car door and jumping in. That scene.
No matter how long I close my eyes, I can't get rid of that scene in my mind.
Finally, Feng Ling turned over on the sofa and forced his head into the corner of the sofa.
…
The next day, early in the morning.
Feng Ling didn't know how long he slept. In short, he had insomnia at first last night, and then fell asleep in a daze, but after all, he still had a lot of dreams.
I haven't had so many dreams in a long time.
It wasn't until dawn that I finally fell asleep a little more solidly.
There seemed to be a faint smell of food floating in the air. It was very light and had a strange smell. To say it was strange, it was really strange.
She had to open her eyes because of these smells and saw that it was dawn. Then she looked at the kitchen door in the direction of the smell. From this angle on the sofa, she could only see a corner of the man's back exposed.
Feng Ling looked in that direction doubtfully, got up and walked over. When he arrived in front of the kitchen door, he saw an injured man who had just been beaten with a stick yesterday, standing in the kitchen, breaking two eggs and putting them on a plate. , and then stirred the eggs with chopsticks in a very awkward manner.
It wasn't until she saw the man opening the rice cooker next to her that she saw porridge being cooked in it. However, the water in the porridge seemed to be too little and it was very dry, as if too much water had been accidentally put in when making rice. .
Seeing the man pouring eggs into the frying pan again, Feng Ling couldn't stand it anymore and walked over: "What are you doing?"
While flipping the unattractive-looking egg pancakes in the pot with chopsticks, the man glanced sideways at her: "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
Feng Ling looked at the miserable pieces of eggs in the pot: "I smell something strange. Get up and take a look."
"It tastes weird?"
Feng Ling looked at the contents of his pot again: "What else is there besides oil?"
"Put some honey in. Don't you mean that girls like sweet things? I made my own honey omelette."
Feng Ling: "..."
She knew before that Young Master Li was good at everything, but he really couldn't do cooking. When she lived in his apartment, she had eaten food cooked by him several times. How should I put it? , it's ripe, and it won't upset your stomach, but the taste is very terrible, so terrible that except for people like her who grew up among wolves, it should be difficult for others to swallow it.
But I didn’t expect that more than two years had passed, and there was no progress at all.
"You want to make breakfast?" Feng Ling asked.
Li Nanheng gave her a look like "Do I look like I'm cooking dinner?"
Feng Ling pursed her lips and suddenly reached out to take the frying pan in his hand: "Get out of the way, don't block it."
Seeing Feng Ling's attitude as if he wanted to show off his skills in the kitchen, Li Nanheng stepped aside very consciously.
After getting out of the way, in a blink of an eye, Feng Ling skillfully poured out the inedible eggs in the pot, scrubbed the inside of the pot, put it back on the stove, poured some water in, and then beat it. She put two eggs in, and a minute or two later, she put two perfect poached eggs on the plate next to her.
Looking at the two golden poached eggs, Li Nanheng glanced at Feng Ling's hands again, and then watched her skillfully add boiling water to the rice in the rice cooker.
"Your cooking skills were mediocre before. Where did you learn them now?"
Feng Ling continued to do his own business, without looking back at him, and replied coldly: "I'm not a young master like you. When you leave the base, there will be people who try their best to come to your door every day and take care of your daily life. It's impossible for me to eat takeout every day. , two years are enough for me to learn how to make food, isn’t it strange?”
Li Nanheng saw that she was indeed more skillful in her movements than when she was cooking two years ago. He stood aside, watching her movements, and the corners of his mouth inadvertently curled up.
Feng Ling simply couldn't stand his cooking skills. The food clearly didn't taste good and he was still injured. What was he doing in the kitchen so early in the morning
She didn't say she wanted to have breakfast at his place in the first place, so would she eat it if he did it? And it looks so unpalatable.
She packed up the things in the kitchen and prepared other ingredients. After preparing several good breakfast dishes, she was about to take the plate to the dining table outside. When she turned around, she suddenly saw a man watching her from the side. , Feng Ling's movements suddenly stopped, and when she raised her eyes, she saw the man looking at her, as if he was looking at a little wife.