"Mr. Nangong Lin, what attitude do you think I should take towards you? Aren't you also a person who is good at wearing a mask?"
"In front of all the people who admire you, how gentle and elegant you are, how knowledgeable and talented you are, and how gentleman you are? How gentle are you? How considerate are you? At home, it's the complete opposite?"
"Ahem... Of course, you need an image in front of people..."
"Stop, I don't want to discuss this with you, I'm just making a metaphor."
She always felt that it was a waste that Nangong Lin did not have the surname Tang. It was a serious waste that he did not become the 532nd generation descendant of Tang Monk!
"Okay, my eldest lady, I understand, where have you been? No matter what, you must not go out again today."
Zimo was coming, and he had already said that he wanted to entertain him with good food, so he must not let Zimo underestimate him.
"Why?"
Although she had planned not to go out again, Nangong Lin's words like this really made her feel uncomfortable, and vaguely, she seemed to feel that nothing good would happen.
"I have a friend coming over. I have to cook a good meal tonight. I have already promised that I will cook a sumptuous dinner for him!"
"...Your friend? An artist, a calligrapher? Or an artist?"
Most of the friends of this type of people should be from this category?
"Uh?... He's a genius."
"Oh, genius..."
The slight sarcasm made Nangong Lin feel uncomfortable all over. The emotion in Leng Hewu's heart made him look very flat.
"He's just a genius. Okay, I won't talk nonsense to you. Hurry up to the kitchen and see what materials are missing, and then immediately write a list. I'll go shopping and come back as fast as possible. I must not let my
My friend is disappointed. In front of him, I have compared you to a five-star chef."
"...Nangong Lin, you probably didn't brush your teeth."
How much pressure is it to be a five-star chef? Although she has always known that her cooking skills are indeed good, but they are definitely not advanced to that level. The important thing is...how many friends does he have? It's embarrassing
The fewer people come, the better
"Fuck you, I brushed my teeth and I praised you for doing something good? You're like an idiot."
"...How many of your friends are coming?"
"1!"
"Just 1? Are you sure?"
“Very sure!”
“ok good!”
If you have one, you won't be embarrassed. Five-star? Well, it should be very good to have a three-star standard. She doesn't have that confidence.
"What good?"
"You don't need to know this. What type of food does your friend like? Spicy or not? Local food or stir-fry? What are the taboos? What are the favorites?"
"Tsk, it seems that you are quite experienced. Wait, I will also write a list. We will exchange lists later."
"ok!"
Maybe the time to spend with Nangong Lin has entered a countdown, so she should be more generous, sacrifice a little, and cooperate with him a little
After all, thinking back, although this guy was a little clingy sometimes, he still took care of her anyway. If she hadn't been willing to take her in unconditionally, she didn't know what she would be like now.