[BTS Jung Hoseok] Mr. Jung, your dew elf, please check it out

"As long as Bingyue wants, he will not refuse."

"Because Bingyue made it, he thinks it's good."

"I don't want to get closer to her"

In fact, she didn't have to do this, because Zheng Hoseok never thought of letting Bingyue do it.

Whatever she wants to eat, take her out to eat or buy it for her.

As long as Bingyue wants, he will not refuse.

Why should you learn cooking?

If it were in the Silk Country, Bingyue would definitely not have to worry about cooking, there would be maid elves who would prepare it carefully;

But it's different here, there is no longer a maid elf, there is only her.

Rather than going to a restaurant or ordering takeout, Bingyue prefers to do it herself, and she enjoys the process.

However, Bingyue would also be happy to go out to eat with Zheng Hoseok.

Of course, she also had a small thought: she wanted to feed him.

But this man doesn't seem to eat much. Bingyue knows that because of his profession, he is very strict about body shape management.

Therefore, Bingyue rarely reads those fried and high-calorie recipes, and focuses more on low-fat and healthy diets.

If you really want to have a meal, just order takeout.

He did admit that he preferred Bingyue's cooking.

What's important is the intention. As for the taste, Zheng Hoseok doesn't care much.

Regardless of whether it tastes good or not, he can eat it. Well, because Bingyue made it, he thinks it’s good.

Seeing the man opposite holding the knife and fork in his hand, he had already divided the omelette sandwich on the plate into two;

Bingyue suddenly realized a serious problem: this was her third attempt.

The first two times were either overcooked or too dry, which was all unsatisfactory.

Bingyue believes that the current level of cooking is probably at a level that only she can eat.

It’s probably because I did it myself and put on a layer of filters.

So she wasn't very sure whether Zheng Hoseok could accept this breakfast.

The appearance looks decent, but just thinking about the panic state when entering the kitchen to cook for the first time still makes me feel scared.

Not only was the phone knocked to the floor, but the hot oil sizzled;

It wasn't enough for it to boil in the pot. It even jumped out of the pot and splashed on the back of her hand, which made her shudder because of the heat.

Bingyue didn't dare to get too close to the frying pan for fear of being splashed by the oil in the pan again.

I can only hold the shovel and carefully dig up the solitary piece of toast;

But there was really no way to save it, it was too burnt and black to be eaten.

Bingyue held her hand against the wall and gasped softly. She had never been so embarrassed.

Fortunately, Zheng Hoseok wasn't there, otherwise the latter would have laughed so hard that she would have been asked to leave the kitchen.

No, forget it, don't let him eat it, she went downstairs to buy one.

Thinking of this, Bingyue's hand was already holding down the one that Zheng Hoseok was about to lift and put into his mouth.

"Ok?"

"How about, don't eat it, I'll go downstairs and buy one."

"I like to eat what Bingyue cooks for me."

She just thought about those words for a moment, and the man had already put the sandwich in her mouth.

It's delicious. It tastes okay. What is she worried about?

"good to eat."

"real or fake?"

Bingyue's knife and fork haven't started to move yet, so she doesn't know whether this time is considered a success or a failure.

"I'm not going to lie to you." Zheng Hoseok cut a small piece and put it into Bingyue's mouth.

It was soft and fluffy. As he said, it seemed that it was done well this time.

“Jung Hoseok.”

He was looking at her all the time, even when she was eating the bread he handed her.

"Ah."

I stopped seeing her now, and seemed to have found something I really wanted to do. I cut a piece of bread and fed it to Bingyue.

Only then did Bingyue realize that the other party's dinner plate was almost empty, but hers had not been started yet.

It was just a small fried egg sandwich, and it took a long time for these two people to eat it.

With the help of a knife and fork, the meal was divided into small pieces and brought to each other's mouths. Finally, it was over with a sip of honey lemonade at the same time.

It was impossible to suppress the smile on her lips, especially Bingyue, who couldn't control it anyway, so she stopped hiding it.

"I'll go clean it up."

Before the elf could recover, Zheng Hoseok walked around behind Bingyue first;

He reached out and half-wrapped her in front of him to get the plate.

In fact, a plate that can be reached with just a slight touch has to be so troublesome to pick up.

I don't want to get closer to her.

He looked down at the person in his arms.

The man seemed to have flown to nowhere in his mind, sitting there motionless, with a faint red cloud hanging over his ears.

Zheng Hoseok put his fist to his mouth and chuckled. In fact, he could kiss her just by turning his head slightly, but he was wondering whether to do so.

Bingyue cooperatively took a sip of lemonade and turned her head away. Zheng Hoseok could only silently go to the kitchen to clean up.

She didn't feel much relief from the cold lemonade.

This breakfast was very exciting.

He was standing behind her just now, holding her in a virtual hug. As long as she leaned to the left, she could lean into his arms.

His face was on one side, especially close to hers;

Her warm breath slapped Bingyue's cheeks and ears from time to time.

Her heartbeat was beating so fast that her rhythm was disrupted.

Fortunately, his eyes shifted to the glass of lemonade, and Bingyue took a big sip as if he had found a rescuer.