Before she could get close to the knife holder, Locke had already raised his hand and stuffed the knife into the knife holder, "I hope you can stay away from things that can hurt people, such as... knives!"
Luo Xiaoqian picked up the eggs on the table sarcastically, "I just want to beat the eggs well."
After boiling water, opening the seal and pouring the noodles inside into the boiling water to cook, Luo Xiaoqian neatly beat the eggs and prepared some other seasonal vegetables as side dishes.
I remember, Leng Zimo made Chinese-style fried spaghetti for her before, and it tasted good. How did it come out in the right order?
Recalling his cooking procedures, Luo Xiaoqian lit the fire, set up a flat-top pot, and started frying noodles.
Locke watched her cooking, and his eyes fell on the side of her face. Seeing her concentration, he couldn't help but lose consciousness.
The kitchen has never been a place where Locke would appear. Oil smoke, ingredients... In Locke's view, everything here means chaos and trouble, but now the word kitchen is no longer a place that Locke cannot accept.
Locke couldn't help but walked over and stood behind Luo Xiaoqian. Looking at the cute white earlobes exposed in her hair and the skin exposed in the collar, his lips and tongue were already dry.
Stretching out his palm, he slowly lifted up a lock of her hair, sniffed it at the end of his nose, and then moved his face towards the back of her neck.
That fine porcelain-like skin looks very alluring.
Put the oil first, then the tomatoes, then probably the pasta...
Luo Xiaoqian muttered secretly in her heart, while quickly stirring the noodles in the pot with a shovel. Feeling the sudden approaching breath from behind, she instinctively ducked to the side, crooked her palm, and almost spilled the fried noodles in the pot.
"what are you doing?!"
Grabbing the shovel, Luo Xiaoqian looked at Locke warily.
At this time, Leng Zirui had already reached the napkin. Hearing the sound from the kitchen, he immediately ran in.
"What's wrong?!"
"fine."
Locke took two steps back and said with some displeasure.
Leng Zirui was so shrewd. He took one look at the expressions of the two of them and landed on Luo Xiaoqian's angry face. He had already guessed.
Sniffing, he lightly shrugged his shoulders, "Sissi, your face... seems to be blurry."
Luo Xiaoqian came to her senses and hurriedly turned over the noodles in the pot. It was hard for her to have an attack in front of Leng Zirui, not to mention that she wanted to hear news about Leng Zimo.
Leng Zirui walked up to Locke, hugged his shoulders and pulled him out of the kitchen.
"Women, you need to be coaxed slowly. This is the same as cooking. You need to put in the oil first, then heat the oil little by little, add the ingredients, and stir-fry slowly until all the vegetables and noodles are cooked.
Let’s get into the flavor of the sauce and then have a great time.” Pushing Locke onto the chair, Leng Zirui sat down on the chair next to him and smiled very ambiguously, “Think about it, prepare it carefully and make it carefully.
Every noodle has the flavor of meat sauce, that kind of pasta is the most delicious, isn’t it?!”
Locke smiled back at him, "No, ROY, a real chef will prepare his own sauce. Is that kind of pasta the most unique?"
"Oh?" Leng Zirui looked at him curiously, "Tell me about it?"
Locke shook his head, "Every chef has his own special recipe, and this recipe must always be kept secret."
Even if the other party is ROY, Locke still does not fully trust him, and of course he will not tell him about Dr. Yin.
