Traveling Through the Stars

   Chapter 290

  The existence of Zhong Jun was very annoying to her. Although Zhong Jun only said a word with her, Luo Bi just couldn't tolerate the other party in the same space with her.

  Turn off the stove, set up a table again, wiped it clean, washed her hands, and filled the bowl of noodles, when she heard the sound of the door opening.

  Robi was shocked, who is here again? I was bored and put the bowl on the dining table to see who it was. As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the large balcony, I saw Feng Ling taking off his coat.

   "Feng Ling?" Luo Bi was stunned slightly, and subconsciously raised his wrist to check the time on the terminal. It was past nine o'clock: "Why are you on the airship so early?"

   "Five o'clock." Feng Ling walked over with his coat.

  "Give me the coat." Luo Bi instinctively reached out and asked for the coat from Feng Ling.

  Her actions were taken for granted, Feng Ling's hand holding the jacket became sluggish, and then handed it out.

  Robi noticed it, scolded himself for owing his hand, and accepted it calmly: "You haven't eaten breakfast yet. I just made breakfast. You wash your hands and eat first." After saying that, he went into the room and put his coat on.

Feng Ling glanced at her back, washed her hands in the sink, sat in the chair, looked at the breakfast on the table, with doubts in her eyes, picked up the chopsticks, just in time Luo Bi walked over and asked: " What are you doing?"

  He really couldn’t see what kind of rice Robbie cooked.

   "Pimple soup, if you are not used to it, make another one." There is a small half bowl in the pot. She made a little more for one person, and it would not be enough for two people. If Fengling doesn't want to eat it, she can make another one.

  To be honest, the face of this pimple soup does not look good, and Luo Bi is worried that Fengling will laugh at her.

  Feng Ling took a spoonful and put it in his mouth: "It's okay."

  This is not going to be done. Just when Luo Bi had this idea, Feng Ling put down the blue and white porcelain spoon: "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

After hearing this, Robbie suddenly felt disgusted. He couldn't help but feel contemptuous at his self-sufficient behavior. He smiled lightly on his face and said, "Whatever you want to eat, do whatever you want. I don't make much soup. It’s not enough for two people."

  Unhappy unexpectedly, Feng Ling raised her eyebrows and said nothing, rolled up her sleeves and started cooking.

  Robi glanced at the kitchen while eating gnocchi. He didn't eat it and fell down. He didn't know how to do it. He made the meal when he was hungry, but it was very boring to eat in his mouth.

  Fengling turned over the ingredients, fried two chicken eggs with phoenix tail, grilled slices of ham, and boiled two cups of moo-moo milk. When he finished, Robbie would have eaten enough, even washed the pots and bowls, went back to the room to take a shower, and lay on the bed to read.

  Fengling asked her to eat, she threw away the book, pulled the thin quilt over her body, and looked like she was going to sleep: "I'm full." Her eyes were tired, and she closed her eyes after she said it.

  Fengling stood still, squinting at the woman on the bed thoughtfully, then Luo Bifu opened his eyes again: "I'm sleepy, go eat."

  Fengling then bent over and pulled her thin quilt: "After you go to bed, I will be with you in a while." Turning and going out.

  Robi didn't sleep, staring at the door in a daze, he didn't know what he was thinking.

  Fengling had eaten, washed the dishes, went back to the room and took a bath in the bathroom.

He left for a mission last night, and only returned to the base at four o'clock in the morning. He took a shower and changed clothes before getting on the airship and rushed over. It was only a few hours after the interval. After a brief wash, he came out wrapped in a bath towel. .

  The woman was clearly asleep, and she opened her eyes when she heard the movement, and saw that he was closing again. The defensive thoughts were too heavy, and Feng Ling had a chuckle at the corner of her mouth.

  (End of this chapter)