Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

"Stealing skills?"

Ling Zhao caught up with him and asked, "Come to think of it, your college entrance examination results were so good, was it because you used the review materials I gave you?"

Ji Lin suddenly stopped and asked, "How do you know my grades are good?"

Ling Zhao was in a daze for a moment, pretending to remember that he hadn't taken the bowl yet, and walked back while saying, "I heard about it from my high school classmates."

"You are in contact with your high school classmate, who is it?" Ji Lin was jealous.

He contacts others, but you don’t contact him?

Isn't the relationship between them no more than that of ordinary high school classmates?

But Ji Lin quickly remembered what Ling Zhao said last time. It must be because he suddenly became "cold" to Ling Zhao that year that Ling Zhao didn't want to contact him.

Ling Zhao paused as he pulled open the cupboard door. "It's been so long, I don't remember it very well."

Even though Ji Lin understood why Ling Zhao didn't contact him, he felt puzzled when he thought that he was not as good as other classmates.

The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. I couldn't even eat breakfast.

"Don't you have much appetite?" Ling Zhao looked at the half-full bowl of porridge in front of him with concern. "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

Ji Lin's heart was suddenly touched. He picked up the bowl and quickly finished the remaining porridge. "This is enough. It's not that I have no appetite. I just..."

"what?"

Worried that he would really go to the kitchen to work again, Ji Lin said without blushing or panting: "I'm afraid of the heat, let's eat it after it cools down."

Ling Zhao was silent for a moment, and Ji Lin thought he would complain about him being too delicate.

As a result, Ling Zhao got up and went to the kitchen, took out another bowl, filled half a bowl with it and put it aside, then took the bowl in front of Ji Lin, filled half a bowl with it, and then placed the half bowl of porridge he had prepared in front of him.

"After you finish this half bowl, eat the other half, then it won't be hot anymore."

Ji Lin looked at Ling Zhao in a daze.

He knew before that Ling Zhao had a good temper and a low temper, and he also knew that he was very patient.

But he really didn't expect that his patience with himself would reach this point.

If he said something like this at home, Ji Qing would definitely tell him to get lost, his parents would definitely dislike him, his grandmother would say that a grown man should act so delicately, and Fu Yan would definitely tell him to get lost too.

Ling Zhao almost indulged him.

Thinking of this, the previous unhappy mood suddenly disappeared. Ji Lin picked up the small bowl of porridge in front of him and ate it with a smile on his face.

After breakfast, Ji Lin stood at the door and watched Ling Zhao go out to school.

He waited until Ling Zhao was out of sight before turning back into the house.

Why do I suddenly have a sense of déjà vu of a wife watching her husband go to work?

Ji Lin rubbed his arms. To be honest, Ling Zhao was the wife and he was the husband. He was definitely the 1...

Realizing what he was thinking, Ji Lin looked at the ceiling in silence and despair. He was going crazy!

……

Two days later, Ji Lin's nanny called him.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Xiao Ji, I've been away for too many days. I can go back tomorrow."

Ji Lin was on his way home from school. He lived not far from the school, but instead of driving, he chose to ride a bicycle, which was both environmentally friendly and good for exercising.

When he heard the nanny say that she would be back tomorrow, he stepped on the brakes and supported himself with one foot, "You're coming back so soon?"

Unsure whether Ji Lin had been in Yin Yang for too long, the nanny smiled awkwardly and said, "Otherwise, I'll hurry up and try to go back this evening."

"No need to rush." ​​Ji Lin said quickly, and was very considerate. "If you have something to do at home, just stay at home first. I'll give you a few more days off."

The nanny was obviously stunned, "But you eat..."

"I can handle it myself. That's it. Don't come back for now." Ji Lin reminded her again and again before hanging up the phone.

Then, he dialed Ling Zhao's phone number, "Ling Zhao, my nanny has something to do at home and can't come back for the time being."

"Yeah." Ling Zhao was revising a document, holding his phone in one hand and a pen in the other, revising it on paper. "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you."

……

Two days later, Ling Zhao went to Ji Lin's house after class as usual and cooked for Ji Lin.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard a series of banging sounds coming from the kitchen.

Ling Zhao's heart skipped a beat. This was abroad, and the security there was not as good as at home. A shooting was not impossible.

Ling Zhao was thinking of Ji Lin in his heart, so he didn't care about his own safety and instinctively rushed towards the source of the sound.

Sure enough, Ji Lin ran out of the kitchen with a painful expression, and when he saw Ling Zhao, he shouted, "Help!"

Ling Zhao rushed over and pulled him over, "What happened..."

There was another bang in the kitchen.

Ji Lin turned around and held Ling Zhao in his arms, lowered his head, and said, "Don't go in yet. I followed the steps in the recipe my grandma gave me to make sweet and sour pork. How come the pot exploded?"

Ling Zhao: “…”

His tense nerves suddenly relaxed, it turned out that it was not a shooting, but an oil pan explosion.

He knew how to make sweet and sour pork, which involves frying pork tenderloin in a pan.

"There must be water, which is why the pot exploded. I'll go turn off the fire first."

As he said this, he was about to push Ji Lin away.

But how could Ji Lin let Ling Zhao go to such a "dangerous" place, so he explained: "I didn't yell for help because I was scared, it's just that cooking is too difficult."

Having said that, in order to prove that he was not afraid of the frying pan, Ji Lin let go of Ling Zhao and turned into the kitchen.

Suddenly, there was another bang from the oil pan.

Ji Lin paused, gritted his teeth, picked up the pot lid beside him and used it as a shield, then reached out to turn off the fire.

"See, I told you I wasn't afraid..."

When I turned around, I met Ling Zhao's smiling eyes.

Ji Lin actually forgot to put down the lid of the pot.

After the two of them cleaned up the kitchen together, Ling Zhao was about to kick Ji Lin out of the kitchen.

"Don't try to steal my advice. I never taught you to blow up the kitchen."

Ji Lin rested his hands on the kitchen door frame and said, "Don't worry, I will succeed sooner or later."

After finishing the meal, Ji Lin handed a box to Ling Zhao, "This is for you."

Ling Zhao sat on the sofa and took the box. "What?"

"You'll know if you open it." Ji Lin sat next to him.

Ling Zhao opened the box and found a pair of sneakers.

Ling Zhao recognized the brand at a glance. Shoes of this brand are difficult to order because they only make limited editions.

And the price is ridiculous.

"Why did you suddenly give me something?" Ling Zhao touched the shoe surface.

How did Ji Lin know that he liked these shoes?

It’s not that he didn’t have money to order the shoes, it’s just that he had saved all his money and didn’t think of spending it recklessly.

Ji Lin cleared his throat and said, "I can't let you cook for me for nothing. Besides, I saw you look at these shoes a few more times when you were flipping through the magazine. I guess you like them."

Ling Zhao curved his lips, "Thank you."

When Ling Zhao was about to leave and was changing his shoes at the entrance, he saw a pair of shoes in the shoe cabinet that were exactly the same as the ones Ji Lin gave him.

He froze for a moment.

Those shoes belong to Ji Lin.

The two wore the same limited edition shoes.

This subtle feeling made Ling Zhao's heart beat faster.