Li Zan glanced away when he saw it, but still remembered it in his mind.

Jiang Heng: "I'll clean it up later."

Li Zan sat down and casually glanced at the coat next to his thighs, and happened to see a crocodile embroidered on the cuffs, which was the brand's logo.

Jiang Heng came over barefoot, picked up the coat and hung it on the hanger, and asked Li Zan: "Have you eaten?"

"No." Li Zan was about to order takeout, so he asked casually: "Do you cook?"

Jiang Heng: "Yes."

Hearing this, Li Zan closed the phone page: "Can you cook?"

Jiang Heng: "Is it strange that a genius can cook? Your kitchen is quite well-equipped and has an oven." After a pause, he took off the towel from his shoulders, put on his shirt and continued: "But it's so clean that there's no oil fume.

Captain Li, do you rely on takeout for all three meals?"

"Not entirely." Li Zan's face remained as usual: "I go out to restaurants occasionally."

Jiang Heng laughed. He walked towards the kitchen and said, "Do you have any taboos?"

Li Zan: “I won’t eat onions, ginger, garlic, parsley, celery, and peppers.”

"..." Jiang Heng was surprised: "What seasoning do you rely on?"

Li Zan: "Do you need these seasonings for home cooking? Is it because the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are not enough, or is the chicken essence and MSG not delicious enough?"

Jiang Heng was disgusted: "Forget it about oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar, are processed seasonings like chicken essence meant for human consumption?"

Li Zan: "You have such a strong taste that you have the nerve to dislike artificial seasonings?"

Jiang Heng opened the refrigerator and took out a few dishes. Hearing this, he immediately retorted: "My taste is normal."

Li Zan gave a 'haha' taunt and leaned against the kitchen door with his arms folded. He saw that the kitchen was filled with vegetables and meat. The beer he put in it was moved to the lower floor, and he couldn't help but ask: "Did you buy it?"

Jiang Heng: "I'll go out at noon if I have nothing to do. No need to pay, just pay for the rent."

Li Zan didn't want to give it to him at first. He watched Jiang Heng start cooking.

Seeing that he is skillful and impressive in his cooking skills, he seems to be really good at cooking, but I wonder what his level is.

Jiang Heng: "You have nothing to do. Come and help me."

Li Zan snorted, turned around and walked away without looking back.

"Dad will never enter the kitchen in his life."

Jiang Heng was surprised for a while, shook his head and said to himself: "If you haven't entered the kitchen yet... who can stand you in the future? Who is willing to serve you every day?"

Li Zan didn't hear it. He took a can of beer and opened it in the living room to drink. When he saw the key on Jiang Heng's computer flashing, he knew it was okay.

The corner of his eye focused on the busy figure in the kitchen, and after a while he gave up the idea of ​​turning on the computer to check.

Li Zan thought to himself, for the sake of knowing how to cook, he would believe it for now.

Jiang Heng was busy in the kitchen for nearly an hour before he came out with the hot meal. Before calling anyone, Li Zan and the smelling dog came over and sat down spontaneously, pulling on their slippers.

"Go get the dishes and chopsticks yourself." Jiang Heng said.

Li Zan didn't even raise his head, he just picked up a pair of chopsticks placed on the plate and tasted every dish, basically choosing the meat.

tasty.

The quality of home-cooked food is quite high, the color, aroma and taste are all good, especially there is no strong chicken essence or MSG taste like take-out food.

Li Zan has been eating takeout and restaurants for several years, and his tongue has been basically assimilated by the taste that seems to have been trained in the same cooking school. Now when he eats hot home-cooked food, his taste buds come alive with joy.

Jiang Heng came out and took a look, raised his eyebrows and said, "The chopsticks in your hand are the ones I used."

Li Zan paused and raised his eyelids. He was about to say that it would be healthier for a man to drink some saliva, but when he touched Jiang Heng's light gray eyes that reflected the light, he suddenly stopped because of the unclear emotions inside.

I don't know why my originally justified behavior is a bit hard to explain.

"Saliva exchange..." Jiang Heng extended his tone and suddenly dropped: "Rounding it up, Captain Li, do you think we are tongue-kissing?"

Li Zan: "The distance you are entering is a bit far."

Jiang Hengzui replied quickly: "Am I not tall?"

Li Zan: "..."

Li Zan's silence made Jiang Heng realize that his joke seemed to go a bit too far. The habits acquired from the three religions and nine streams in the past may not be tolerated by the glorious Captain Li.

Jiang Heng was thinking about apologizing, but he saw Li Zan put down his chopsticks and stood up, putting his hands on his belt as a gesture to untie it.

"Come on, Bibi." Li Zan raised his chin: "Dad doesn't want to hit you, dad just wants you to learn to be humble."

Jiang Heng was in a rare daze. He looked at Li Zan, whose eyelids were slightly closed and his face was calm but not acting according to common sense. Suddenly he laughed like crazy, his shoulders shook: "Sorry, I don't compete, I'm afraid

I feel inferior."

"Captain Li, please take a seat."

During the dinner, he kept asking random questions: "Captain Li, have you ever had a girlfriend?", "Do you have a boyfriend?", "Captain Li, have you ever been beaten up by a gangster like you?", "Li

Team, who else have you been rogue to?"

…

"Captain Li, are you interested in me?"

Li Zan claps his chopsticks, throws away the bowl, and turns around to leave.

He regretted that he had taken off his belt earlier.

Jiang Heng's expression of interest as if he had seen a monkey really deserves a beating!!

"Captain Li, you have to wash the dishes——"

Jiang Heng responded with a door slamming shut.

Jiang Heng laughed while eating. When he finished eating and was clearing away the dishes, he was still thinking about Li Zan who had just taken off his belt, and he was extremely happy.

Because of his mild mysophobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder, Jiang Heng worked hard to clear the dishes, clean the kitchen, and collect water on the floor.

It was already half past nine when I came out again, and I received a text message on my phone: Institute of Chemistry, Guangdong University.

After Jiang Heng finished reading and deleted it, the screen of his phone quickly went black, reflecting his cold and solemn expression.
Chapter completed!