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"Can I take your words as a compliment?" Anhao squinted at him: "Overage, I'm obviously still in the stage of spitting up milk."

Regarding the word spitting milk, she recalled Rong Xue's attitude of not swearing a single curse word in order to maintain her image, although she could bear it no longer. An Hao felt secretly refreshed.

Seeing that Zuo Hancheng didn't think of Rong Xue's matter because of her words, at least in her opinion, Zuo Hancheng seemed to be really indifferent to that Rong Xue.

For a person like Zuo Hancheng who is very warm to his own people, a former ex-girlfriend will make him change to his current attitude. There must be some lingering past in it, but Zuo Hancheng doesn't care. If he is willing to mention it, it is impossible for him to figure out what he said.

She rested her chin on her hand, tilted her head to see that he had turned his eyes back to the two documents, and took another sip of the coffee in his hand. She grinned bitterly, and raised her hand to her mouth. Fanning the side, quickly put down the coffee cup and stood up.

"I planned to share the joys and sorrows with you, but it's too hard to bear! I'll go and make you breakfast!"

Zuo Hancheng didn't take his eyes off the document in his hand, but when he turned a page, he chuckled and said, "Are you making breakfast?"

"Don't use that skeptical tone, okay, I can still make egg fried rice anyway, just like cooking instant noodles, this is the most basic skill."

Zuo Hancheng chuckled, then turned his head to look at her, and said with a smile: "Then do it, remember to wear heat-resistant gloves, so as not to be burned by oil."

Such a heart-warming exhortation seemed to despise her IQ.

Even an egg fried rice can be scalded, what if her IQ is zero!

An Hao turned around and went straight into the kitchen, ran to the refrigerator, took out eggs and broke them, and was about to chop green onions, but suddenly froze for a moment, turned her head and looked around.

Egg fried rice, here are the eggs, where is the rice?

I haven't lived at home for several days, where is there any rice!

She glanced at the time and it was not yet six o'clock, and there was still time to cook, so she was busy washing rice and cooking again.

Hearing that this time the kitchen didn't make any noise like last time. Although Anhao was running back and forth on the kitchen floor wearing indoor slippers, the noise was not small, but at least it was compared to the last time. Once, and now it's sort of in order.

Zuo Hancheng continued to look at the documents in his hands. After all, Anhao really needs room for growth. After learning a lesson, he will always try a second time. Even if he really blows up the kitchen for a bowl of egg fried rice, he can only let it looking at her.

On the contrary, Anhao's performance this time was really unexpected. It took more than 40 minutes to cook the rice and fried rice. When she brought out two bowls of fried rice with eggs, she turned around and said, "It's time for dinner~ Come and try my egg fried rice."

After Zuo Hancheng signed the bottom document, he got up, looked back at An Hao's happy little face, smiled, first went into the bathroom to take a shower, and the rice was still hot when he came out Already at moderate temperature.

An Hao sat at the dining table and waited for him, only to see that Zuo Hancheng came out with only a bath towel around his lower body, and there were still drops of water dripping from his jet-black hair on his chest. His chest slipped down little by little, and finally sank into the towel wrapped around his waist.

It was a scene that people could imagine endlessly, An Hao bit her chopsticks and pretended not to see it, she just lowered her head and stared at the bowl in front of her.

A few days ago, when Zuo Yue lived here, she didn't see Zuo Hancheng dressed so casually and revealingly after taking a bath. It's clear that he deliberately seduced her this early in the morning.

"Can you eat?" Zuo Hancheng asked when he approached the dining table.

"Well, it's ok, eat it quickly, it will be cold in a while." Anhao raised her head and glanced at him again, but saw that Zuo Hancheng had already walked to the opposite side of the dining table and was about to sit down.

Seeing the perfect masculine lines of his naked upper body, Anhao bit her chopsticks hard, and really knew what it means to be a man-sex-confused-man!

Zuo Hancheng was about to pick up the chopsticks, but he saw that An Hao kept his head down, not daring to look at him, but secretly glanced at him from time to time, his face was already blushing quietly, just to prevent him from finding out , lowered his head a little.

Zuo Hancheng looked at her with a chuckle: "Didn't you say it's getting cold? Why don't you eat?"

"Hmm." Anhao put down the chopsticks that had been bitten in her mouth: "Let's eat..."

In order not to have a good breakfast affected, Zuo Hancheng finally got up mercifully and went into the bedroom to change into a more casual shirt and trousers that he often wears at home. The man who makes people blush has become a landscape in the home, which is homely, warm and approachable.

This made Anhao relax a lot, raised her head and said to him with a smile, "Try it quickly, how about my egg fried rice!"

Zuo Hancheng glanced at the fried rice in the bowl, the rice was indeed rice, and the eggs were indeed eggs, but the color of the rice was still whitish, as if it had just been cooked and thrown into the frying pan, stir-fried for a couple of times before it came out look at the egg again...

He sat down and picked up the black lumps on the rice with his chopsticks... You can still see a little bit of yellow color of the egg in it, and you can barely recognize it as an egg.

Anhao couldn't feel the scrutiny in his eyes at all, and just said excitedly: "Although the color doesn't look very good, there is nothing wrong with the eggs and rice, try it!"

Zuo Hancheng sighed, took a bite under her excited eyes, then chewed and swallowed calmly.

"How is it? How does it taste? Does it taste like the Chinese God of Cooking?"

Zuo Hancheng still looked at her calmly, and said in a flat voice: "What did you put in it?"

"Isn't it enough to just add salt when making egg fried rice? I think it's too common to just add salt, and I really can't make it up to my level. I put half a box of Shisanxiang in it."

"Cough..." Zuo Hancheng coughed in a low voice, raised his hand suddenly to cover his mouth and nose, coughed twice as if it wasn't too serious, picked up the glass next to him and took a sip of water, lightly Said: "Try it yourself."

Anhao found that Zuo Hancheng's eyes were a little red, and she looked at him in shock.

"What about it? The egg fried rice I made is so delicious that you are so moved that you want to cry? Men don't cry easily. I will be proud if my eyes turn red with just such a small touch."

She picked up the chopsticks as she spoke, looked at Zuo Hancheng again, saw him take another sip of water, and calmly ate another mouthful of fried rice, then looked at her calmly: "Look at me? Try Look?"

While An Hao was staring at him, she lowered her head, smelling the pungent smell of the fried rice, she suddenly became a little uncertain.