"Knock and knock..."

"Don't look for me if you have something to do!!" I yelled angrily.

"Click."

"Are you angry?" Qian Lingfeng walked in and sat beside her bed and said.

I ignored him and kept packing my clothes.

“We will give you ten thousand rents every month.”

"What?!" The clothes in my hand slipped to the ground, and then looked at him suddenly, "This is what you said!"

"Yes, our sleeping room." He said lightly, and helped me pick up the clothes that were slipping on the ground.

"Well, since you are so sincere, that lady will reluctantly agree." I looked reluctantly, but in fact I felt very happy.

"Stop pretending!" Qian Lingfeng said with a funny look.

I stuck out my tongue, "Where is Che Zuoru?"

“Talking on the phone outside.”

"oh."

"I didn't call you, aren't you angry?" Qian Lingfeng asked looking at her.

"Puchi, why? I feel like I'm angry when I hear your tone." I said with a wink.

"I." He opened his mouth and frowned slightly.

I smiled, reached out to put my hand around his waist, and leaned my head against his chest.

He was stunned for a moment and held me with his hand.

"Feng, why did you go there for half a semester? I really want to eat your cooking. The chefs of Che Zuolu's family are not as delicious as you do." I complained.

Qian Lingfeng was very helpless, neither angry nor happy. She only missed her cooking, but she once heard someone say that if you want to grab your lover's heart and grab her stomach first, should you feel lucky??

?

"Feng, you will cook again, right?" I left him a little, looked up at him, but my hand was still around his waist.

"No, I'm not a male servant," he said without saying anything.

I frowned and pulled his tie with my left hand, "I will only charge you eight thousand yuan at most."

“…”

"Five thousand!"

“…”

"Three thousand, this is the limit!" I pulled his tie hard and stared at him.

"Ahem, cough, cough..." He knocked off my hand, his face turned into a pig's liver, and I patted him for the back.

"You... are you okay?" I said with apologies.

"What do you think?" he said coldly.

"I'm sorry." I held his arms with both hands.

"You really want to cook with me?" he asked at me.

I nodded violently with sincerity.

"Okay, stop nodding, nodding again and it's all gone." He said with a funny look.

"You agreed, right?" I looked at him excitedly and nodded.

"Wow, that's great!!" I hugged him excitedly.

"Follower." He stroked my hair with his hands.

"You are quite lingering." A jealous voice rang out.

I let go of Qian Lingfeng and looked back. Che Zuolu leaned against the door, with his hands in his belt, expressionless, and Ailele was standing next to him.

"You're thinking too much." I pouted, "By the way, Feng cooks for us to eat, so, Che Zuoru, you should make some contributions, I'll only charge you five thousand a month."

I walked up to him and said.

Che Zuolu looked at Qian Lingfeng a little disbelief, and Qian Lingfeng nodded.

"That's it, Lu, just mop the floor and sweep the floor." I said with a smile.

"Impossible." He didn't want to say anything.

"Okay, since our young master of the car doesn't want to, then there is no need for me to take in someone like you. Please take your luggage out!" I said proudly with a calm face.

"Miss Ouyang, how can you let the young master do the work? But the young master."

"Miss Ai, no one is born with a bad life. He is just lucky. He was born with a wealthy family and is equal to others. There is nothing that can be done and no one can do." I hate the most when I interrupted Ai Lele.

Someone else says something valuable to the body.

Ailele's face turned red and white, and Che Zuolu and Qian Lingfeng shook their minds.

"Shangguan Xi, I promise you." Che Zuolu said with an evil smile.

"Young Master, you." Ailele was about to say something, but Che Zuoru glared at him and immediately stopped.

On January 20th, I started living with them. Che Zuolu and Qian Lingfeng each bought a folding bed, and at night, the sofa leaned over and placed their beds.

Qian Lingfeng cooks for us every day, and Che Zuolu doesn't care about hygiene at all, which makes my cute walls brand the traces of "cute". I was so angry that I chased him with a knife, Qian Lingfeng looked gloating.

, and often put down the blame.

Fortunately, Che Zuoru is high and learns things quickly. He suddenly has a set of cleaning methods that belong to him. It can be cleaned in less than fifteen minutes. Qian Lingfeng and I were stunned.

"Xiao Xi, I think it's very unfair." Che Zuolu said in a muffled voice.

At this time, they sat on my left and right watching TV. Just as I was watching a good plot, Che Zuoru spoke.

I said absent-mindedly, "Oh, let me hear it."

"Why do we do everything, and you don't have to do anything. Even if you take clothes to dry clean, Qian Lingfeng and I will take turns to take them back, and it will be the same when we get them back." Che Zuolu complained.

"Yes." Qian Lingfeng nodded.

"Hey, I want to wash dishes, but Qian Lingfeng doesn't give it to me." I said with my fingers.

"Then how many dishes do you make for us today?" Che Zuolu suggested.

"Me?" I asked with wide eyes.

"Yes, Xiaoxi, it's time for you to show your cooking skills. I heard from my mother that you cook very well." Qian Lingfeng said with a smile. His mother had said before that Ouyang Jing was first-class in cooking.

But Ouyang Jing has never shown her cooking skills...

"No way." Che Zuoru was shocked.

"No."

"Okay, don't be modest. Go into the kitchen. You shouldn't let our expectations of you down, right?" Qian Lingfeng pushed me into the kitchen, interrupted me, and raised his eyebrows and said.

"I."

"Yes, don't be so stingy." Che Zuoru interrupted me.

I looked at them helplessly, "Do you really want me to do it?"

They nodded in an unusually neat manner and I sighed.

Five minutes later, I was wearing an apron, holding a shovel in my right hand and a recipe in my left hand, while Che Zuoru and Qian Lingfeng were watching TV outside.

In the recipe, I chose a relatively simple dish called Mandarin Jade, which is cooked from a mixture of a few eggs, some celery, chili, lunch meat, and beef.

I washed the vegetables first, cut them, and then put them in oil. Everything was easy, but later I realized that I was really too naive.

I put the oil on, turned on the fire very hard, and laid the eggs.

"Crack and snap..." The oil became cheap, scaring me so much that my shovel fell to the ground.

"Xiao Xi, what's wrong?" Che Zuolu shouted.

"Are you okay?" Qian Lingfeng asked worriedly.

I could hear them coming and quickly stopped them from moving forward, "No, nothing, don't come in, otherwise I won't do it for you!"
Chapter completed!