To Wen Xingchen's surprise, after the first day of flying around, Lu Jingning showed absolute enthusiasm for raising cats.
Not only did I log on to Xingwang to check a series of tips for raising cats, but I also started to cook cat food in a decent way.
Seeing the back of someone busy to and fro in the kitchen, Wen Xingchen leaned against the door and was silent for a moment, then suddenly walked up and embraced him from behind.
Lu Jingning could feel the fine strands of hair gently rubbing against his neck, and under the slightly itchy feeling, he couldn't help but gently pushed him with his elbow: "It's cooking, don't make trouble."
Wen Xingchen's unknown voice sounded from behind: "You haven't cooked for me yet."
Lu Jingning's originally busy movements paused slightly, as if he realized something, he glanced back at the other person's expression angrily and amusedly: "Brother Wen, are you jealous?"
Unexpectedly, under such ridicule, Wen Xingchen deserved to be extra calm: "Well, a big vat of vinegar has been turned over, what do you think should be done?"
Lu Jingning: "..."
Wen Xingchen: "So, when are you going to cook for me next time?"
Lu Jingning scooped up a spoonful of black food with a spatula, shook it in front of him, and asked, "Look clearly, this is my level of cooking, are you sure you want to eat it?"
Wen Xingchen's tone of voice carried the meaning that he regarded death as home: "If you are poisoned, you will eat it."
Lu Jingning choked up for a moment, and finally couldn't hold back his snort and pushed him: "That's fine, you just wait for me to poison my husband."
The two were fighting, when a group of black shadows whizzed past in front of them, and then stopped on the desktop not far away.
Briquette stared curiously at the two people who were hugging each other with a pair of round eyes. It seemed that they didn't quite understand what they were doing, so they meowed childishly.
Lu Jingning got out of Wen Xingchen's arms, immediately put the sticky stuff in the pot into a cute pet food plate, and greeted with a smile: "Little coal ball, come here, let me make it for you!" What's delicious?"
The briquettes glanced over the vague and weird food in the bowl, bared their teeth at him, turned around and ran away without looking back.
Lu Jingning: "Fuck! You stinky cat, stop quickly!"
Wen Xingchen hugged his body and leaned against the cabinet, watching the two figures, one big and one small, start their daily chase again, and couldn't help laughing out loud.
Since the little black guy came to their house, this kind of scene seems to be happening every day. The strangest thing is that no matter how many times he watches it, he never gets tired of it.
In the end, the briquettes still suffered a lot in terms of physical strength, and Lu Jingning carried them back exhausted by pinching the neck, and put them in front of the plate of dark dishes.
The tone is very persuasive: "Be good, briquettes, try your PAPA craft, huh?"
The coal ball gave him a look, then lowered his head, staring at the plate in front of him that didn't look like food, the little life seemed to be lost in thought.
In the end, under Lu Jingning's increasingly ferocious gaze, he was still forced by the other party's lust, tentatively stretched out the tip of his pink tongue, and licked it symbolically.
Lu Jingning watched its reaction expectantly, but at the moment when the tip of his tongue touched it, he saw the small black mass twitch suddenly as if being shocked by an electric shock, and then his whole body petrified, and he was paralyzed stiffly like this. He fell to the ground, motionless.
Lu Jingning's heart skipped a beat, and he stood up in panic, "Brother Wen! Something happened! What's going on, Brother Wen!"
Wen Xingchen stood not far away and saw the scene here, but he raised his eyebrows in the slightest panic.
Lu Jingning suddenly realized something, and when he turned around to look, he saw a little thing that was still half-dead and frozen on the ground just now jumped up the moment he turned around, "swimming" with lightning speed All of a sudden, he ran away and disappeared.
Lu Jingning: "..."
Fuck Nima, I have learned the trick of pretending to be dead!
Noticing the slightly raised corners of Wen Xingchen's mouth, he cleared his throat, and put on a proud tone: "As expected of the cat raised by General Lu Jingning, he is skilled in tactics and strategies!"
Wen Xingchen finally couldn't help laughing out loud: "Well, as expected of you."
Lu Jingning maintained his expression and turned his gaze out of the window, pretending not to hear the implication of this sentence.
After a while, he turned his head again, looked at Wen Xingchen and asked, "So, are you sure you want to eat?"
Wen Xingchen replied without hesitation: "Of course."
…
After all, Lu Jingning satisfied his old Gong's requirements and shifted the focus of research from cat rice to egg fried rice.
Logically speaking, this should be a very simple dish.
At least from the steps of the introduction, it seems that this is true.
However, Lu Jingning said that he could understand every word and every sentence in the description, but when it was implemented in practice, it seemed that this was not the case.
Thinking that this meal was going to be eaten by Wen Xingchen, his hand holding the spatula couldn't help trembling slightly.
Fortunately, the sales of the final product were pretty good. At any rate, compared to the black ball of cat rice for the briquettes, this bowl of egg fried rice looked less scary.
When Wen Xingchen picked up the chopsticks, he could feel the nervous gaze of the person in front of him.
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up a little, and he took a mouthful very calmly.
Lu Jingning had been paying close attention to the reactions of the tasters, but he couldn't tell anything from Wen Xingchen's calm expression, so he couldn't help but ask, "Is it delicious?"
While chewing slowly, Wen Xingchen replied, "Well, I'm very talented."
Lu Jingning was affirmed, and the heart that was hanging was finally relieved.
Seeing Wen Xingchen eating mouthful like this, he was extremely happy and filled a bowl for himself.
As soon as he sat down at the table, he saw the coal ball not far away looking at him, and greeted him with a smile: "Little coal ball, delicious food, do you want to have a bite?"
Briquette's whole body was full of vigilance, but seeing that Wen Xingchen seemed to be eating with gusto, he still walked over hesitantly with small steps.
Seeing that it was willing to approach, Lu Jingning's mood became brighter, and he picked up a spoon and brought it to it.
The coal ball moved the tip of its nose and sniffed it. It was sure that the smell was much better than the previous "poison", so it opened its mouth and took a small mouthful.
Lu Jingning's face was full of smiles: "How about it, isn't it delicious? You... Fuck! Why are you running?!"
Seeing that the escape mode was turned on again after the briquettes had been eaten, his expression froze completely, and he frowned suspiciously as he put the rice in the spoon into his mouth in one bite.
When the strange taste flooded from his mouth, he immediately spit it out in a mouthful, almost bursting into tears.
Lu Jingning never expected that his first show would be such a result. He looked at Wen Xingchen with a look of astonishment, only to see that his bowl had unknowingly bottomed out, and then he noticed that the pot next to him had already drained. After drinking more than half of the water, his complexion suddenly became complicated.
After a moment of silence, he reached out to snatch the other party's bowl, but was avoided by Wen Xingchen.
Lu Jingning pursed his lips tightly: "It's so unpalatable, don't eat it."
Wen Xingchen put the last bite of rice into his mouth in twos and twos: "As long as it is made by you, everything is delicious."
If it wasn't for the frantic pouring action, just under the indifferent expression, it seems that this is indeed the case.
Lu Jingning's ears couldn't help but feel warm, and he was a little frustrated: "It seems that I'm really not good at cooking."
Wen Xingchen rubbed his head with a smile: "As long as I like it."
Lu Jingning watched him hesitate to speak, but he still didn't say anything.
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That night, the lights in the living room were on all night.
Lu Jingning looked into the bathroom worriedly from outside the door, and suggested countless times: "Why don't you go to the hospital?"
Just after Wen Xingchen vomited, he waved his hand weakly: "No, it will be fine in a while."
The god of war, who will always stand on the battlefield, seems a little shaky at this moment.
Lu Jingning handed him another cup of hot water. Looking at the obviously pale face, he felt distressed and blamed himself, and couldn't help but secretly made up his mind.
Brother Wen must not be hurt again! If there is a next time, he must try the poison himself first!
In the corner not far away, the round eyes of the coal ball looked at the two people who were still tossing around in the middle of the night without blinking, and let out a soft cry.
Meow meow, fortunately Ben Meow runs fast!