Chapter 193： : Choking to death does not pay for life (1)

"Can I take your sentence as a compliment?" Anhao gave him a slanted look: "I'm over age, I'm obviously still vomiting milk."

Regarding the word vomiting milk, she remembered Rong Xue's attitude that she could not bear it but still did not swear a dirty word in order to maintain her image, and her heart was refreshed.

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

For a person like Zuo Hancheng who will be particularly warm to his own people, a former ex-girlfriend will make him change into this attitude. There must be some lingering past in this, but Zuo Hancheng does not If you are willing to mention it, you can't figure out what he said.

She supported her chin with her hand, tilted her head to see that he had returned his gaze to the two documents, and took another sip of the coffee in his hand. She grinned bitterly and raised her hand to her mouth. Fanned, put down the coffee cup and stood up.

"I originally planned to accompany you to share the joys and sorrows, but it's too hard to bear! I'm going to make breakfast for you!"

Zuo Hancheng didn't look away from the document in his hand, but he chuckled when he turned a page: "Are you cooking breakfast?"

"Don't use that kind of skeptical tone, okay? I can still cook 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 to avoid being burned by the oil."

Such a heartwarming exhortation seemed to despise her IQ.

An egg fried rice can be scalded, when her IQ is zero!

Anhao turned around and went straight into the kitchen. She ran to the refrigerator and took out the eggs and broke them. She was about to chop the green onion, but she was taken aback for a while, then turned her head and looked around.

Fried rice with eggs, this egg is there, where is the rice?

I haven't lived at home for several days. Where can I find some rice!

She glanced at the time before six o'clock, and now it was still too late to cook, so she was busy washing the rice and cooking.

I heard that there was no more rattling noise in the kitchen this time like last time. Although I was wearing indoor slippers and stomping back and forth on the floor of the kitchen, the movement was not small, but at least compared to the previous time. Once, it is now methodical.

Zuo Hancheng continued to look at the documents in his hand. After all, a good health does need room for growth. After one lesson, he will always try a second time. Holding her.

But Anhao’s performance this time was really unexpected. The cooking and fried rice took more than 40 minutes to prepare. When the two bowls of egg fried rice were brought out, she turned around and said: ~ Come try the egg fried rice I made."

After Zuo Hancheng signed the bottom document, he got up and saw An Hao's happy little appearance. He smiled. First he went into the bathroom and took a shower. After he came out, the meal was still very hot. The temperature is already moderate.

Anhao sat at the dining table and waited for him, only to see Zuo Hancheng walked out with a bath towel around his lower body. There were still drops of water dripping from his dark hair on his chest, following along. His chest slipped little by little, and finally fell into the bath towel around his waist.

It's a scene of endless imagination. Anhao bit his chopsticks and pretended not to see it, and only lowered his head and stared at the bowl in front of him.

When Zuo Yue lived here a few days ago, she didn't see Zuo Hancheng's clothes so casually and exposed after taking a shower. This shows that he deliberately seduced her this morning.

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

"Well, it's okay, eat it quickly, it will be cold after a while." Anhao raised his head and glanced at him again, only to see that Zuo Hancheng had reached the opposite side of the dining table and was about to sit down.

Seeing his naked-naked upper body with perfect male-sex lines that could no longer be perfect, Anhao bit his chopsticks hard, and really knew what male-color-confusion-person is!

Zuo Hancheng was about to pick up the chopsticks, but he saw Anhao keeps his head down and dared not look at him, but he secretly glanced at him from time to time. A flush appeared on his face, just to prevent him from discovering. , Lowered his head a bit.

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

"Hmm." An Hao put down the chopsticks that had been bitten in his mouth: "Now eat..."

In order not to be affected by a good breakfast, Zuo Hancheng finally got up compassionately and went into the bedroom to change to a set of more casual shirts and trousers that he usually wears at home. He instantly became sexually-sense. The blushing man has become a landscape in the home, with a warm and approachable feeling at home.

This made Anhao relax a lot. He raised his head and smiled at him and said: "Try it now, how about the egg fried rice I made!"

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. It seemed to be thrown into the wok and stir-fried twice before being served. Look at the egg again...

He sat down and used his chopsticks to pick up the black stuff on the rice...More or less the yellow of the egg could be seen in it, and he could 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 good, there is nothing wrong with the eggs and rice, you can try it!"

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

"How is it? How is the taste? Is there a taste of Chinese God of Cooking?"

Zuo Hancheng still looked at her calmly, and said flatly, "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 to my level. I put half a box of thirteen incense in it."

"Cough..." Zuo Hancheng coughed lowly, raised his hand abruptly to cover his mouth and nose. After coughing twice as if not too severely, he picked up the glass next to him and took a sip of water. Said: "Try it yourself."

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

"As for? The egg fried rice I made is so delicious that you are moved to the point of crying? If a man has tears, he doesn't flick, his eyes are red after such a small touch. I will be proud."

As she spoke, she picked up the chopsticks and looked at Zuo Hancheng again. Seeing that he drank another sip of water, took another sip of fried rice, calmly, and then looked at her calmly: "What am I doing? Look?"

While Anhao stared at him, his head was already lowered, and he felt a bit choking on the fried rice, and suddenly became a little uncertain.