Chapter 705

She was stunned, and there was a trace of panic in her eyes, giving birth to a sense of embarrassment waiting to be found. Like a frightened little rabbit, I was completely at a loss. But Feng Zhuo was still indifferent and calm, not even a trace of surprise, and said, "come in!" Tao Yaoyao was very embarrassed. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the man's deep and calm eyes for a moment, then cleared his throat, pretended to calmly lift his left arm and waved to him: "hey... You're still busy working." Feng Huo gave a faint hum, and then continued to work hard. Tao Yaoyao didn't leave either. Instead, he stood at his desk and tooted his mouth to the left, the right, the top, the bottom, and finally Feng Zhuo. Feng Zhuo raised his eyes, looked at him for the first time, and then said in a low voice, "what's the matter with me?" Tao Yaoyao coughed and smiled, "nothing. Just come and see if you're finished." Feng Zhuo: "..." their eyes looked at each other again. Feng Shao's deep eyes could not see any emotion, but he raised his hand to hold half of his face, looked at her leisurely and lazily, and looked at her comfortably: "do you want to help?" Ah??! Tao Yaoyao was stunned, and then his eyes turned cunningly, flashing a strange excitement. She thought, "by the way, you haven't eaten my dumplings for a long time. Why don't we make dumplings?" Feng Zhuo: "..." when did he eat her dumplings- In the kitchen, Tao Yaoyao asked Feng Shao to roll noodles and make dumplings by himself. Each dumpling was very small, rich and mellow, and some had a fancy. On the surface, Tao Yaoyao seems to be an expert in making dumplings. But she lied to Feng Zhuo, saying that he used to like making dumplings with her and that his favorite was eating her dumplings. They are all used to test Fengjiao. After the dumplings came out of the pot, Tao Yaoyao took out 50 for Feng to burn, and piled a bowl full of Haida bowls. Glancing at the dumpling bowl in front of him, Feng Zhuo looked deeply at Feng Zhuo: "I used to like this?" Tao Yaoyao nodded, "well, and you have to eat 50 at a time, saying that this is the best taste in the world. If you don't hate the capacity of your stomach, you want to eat 50 more, just like you want to live another 500 years ~ Then she waved her arm and made a flying posture. Feng Zhuo: "......" Fifty can support the dead. Do you want another fifty? Can she be more false? Tao Yaoyao saw that he didn't move, so he took a dumpling, dipped some vinegar and sesame oil in the small plate, and then handed it to Feng Shao's mouth: "ah ~ ~" Feng Shao frowned, "I don't like to be jealous." Tao Yaoyao said, "this is red wine vinegar. You like it. Really, trust me." Feng Huo looked at her suspiciously. Finally, he opened his mouth and put the dumplings in his mouth. Before tasting the flavor, Tao Yaoyao couldn't wait to ask, "how is it? Is it delicious?" He is not stingy with his praise: "good." Then he saw the injury on Tao Yaoyao's finger, and his eyes suddenly cooled down: "what's the matter?" Looking at such a nervous fengzhuo, Tao Yaoyao seemed to see the previous him and felt that his amnesia was false again: "it's all right, but he accidentally scraped a little just now." Feng Zhuo said calmly, "there is no cook at home. What do you want to eat for them to make in the future? I don't like to eat this dumpling, nor do I like to have a bag with you." Tao Yaoyao was silent