CH 70.2

Xu Xinghe had turned into a stone on the spot, unable to speak for a long time.

The impact of learning that Marshal Ling is cooking was secondary. What was more important is what he suddenly remembered Ling Changfeng saying that night – “In the future, I can learn things you are interested in, and will try to understand the topics that interest you.”

At the time, he thought Ling Changfeng was just talking casually. He didn’t expect him to be serious.

Walking on the promenade tiles towards the kitchen with Qin Yuan, Xu Xinghe was a little nervous.

Qin Yuan was there to watch the fun, but he wasn’t.

He didn’t even know what he was going there for.

Anyway, when he came back to his senses, he had already crossed the corridor and arrived at the door of the kitchen.

Ling Changfeng was actually cooking.

But there was no chaos in the kitchen as he had imagined.

Marshal Ling was standing in the center of the spacious kitchen wearing a casual white shirt. His eyebrows slightly furrowed as he held a tablet and studied it carefully.

As he checked the recipe, he directed several housekeeping robots to work in the kitchen.

Xu Xinghe laughed. He really thought that Ling Changfeng planned to do it himself and learn how to cook fried rice.

But this is also fine. Marshal Ling was probably born to be a commander. Even in the kitchen, he commands a group of kitchen and bathroom robots domineeringly.

The food in the pot looks fine, but…

Xu Xinghe sniffed the air, and always felt that the food smelled a bit strange.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Ling Changfeng moved his ears slightly and turned his head.

A hint of surprise flashed across the eyes.

He raised his hand and looked at the time: “Didn’t you say you would be back at three o’clock?”

Xu Xinghe smiled and raised his eyebrows slightly. “This is the ‘surprise’ mentioned in your email?”

Ling Changfeng tidied up his shirt and nodded lightly. “Yeah.”

His ability to look poised can be said to be unparalleled, or maybe it’s because of his nature that he didn’t feel embarrassed, and can always maintain a calm and composed look.

Xu Xinghe walked into the kitchen and came to the electric stove. He seemed to show great interest in Marshal Ling’s cooking. “Is this fish soup done? Is it ready to drink?”

Marshal Ling glanced at the time, and nodded. “It’s okay to drink, but it may taste slightly fishy now, and will taste better after a while.”

“It’s okay, I’ll taste it first.” He scooped out a spoonful of soup and took two sips.

Then, under Ling Changfeng’s unblinking gaze, he poured the soup into his mouth.

Xu Xinghe: “…”

While maintaining the action of holding the spoon, his facial muscles suddenly became a little stiff.

Qin Yuan asked curiously: “What? Was it so delicious that you were stunned?”

Xu Xinghe turned his head and gave him a dry wink.

Seeing his wink, Qin Yuan was also curious. Arriving at the stove in two to three steps, he picked up the soup spoon: “I’ll try it too!”

He put a little fish soup in a bowl, and then swallowed it.

The next moment, he suddenly coughed violently.

“Cough-cough-cough-cough!”

Qin Yuan was so choked that tears almost came out. When his throat cleared up, he looked at his boss sadly, “No, your fish soup–cough-cough–why is it sour??”

Adjutant Qin, who’s known Marshal Ling for many years since they were classmates, has always been outspoken and never held back his tongue.

For example, at this moment, if he hadn’t been so choked that he couldn’t say a complete sentence, he would definitely go on a long tirade to criticize the weirdness and unpalatability of this fish soup.

How can a pot of fish soup that looks so normal be so unpalatable??

When Ling Changfeng heard the words, he frowned slightly.

He instructed the kitchen and bathroom robot to make it strictly according to the recipe, and it stands to reason that the taste will not be wrong.

He turned his attention to Xu Xinghe and wanted to ask for proof.

The latter swallowed the fish soup with difficulty and said euphemistically, “Did you read the recipe wrong?”

So Marshal Ling also came over, scooped a spoonful of fish soup from the pot, and tried it.

…

The frown deepened.

There was a hint of confusion in those mismatched pupils: “How could this happen?”

Qin Yuan laughed when he saw this.

He hadn’t seen such a confused expression on Ling Changfeng’s face for a long time.

He understands that this is probably because in Marshal Ling’s world, one is always one and two is always two. When a plan is executed as expected, the results will also be as expected.

So at this moment, their omnipotent Marshal Ling really didn’t understand why the soup he cooked according to the recipe, step by step, would have the opposite taste from what he had imagined.

Fortunately, Marshal Ling didn’t make trouble unreasonably to the point of trying to reason black into white.

Sighing in his heart, he said to Xu Xinghe, “It’s not delicious, don’t eat it.”

He lowered his eyes slightly as he spoke.

Upon a closer look, Xu Xinghe discovered that Ling Changfeng’s eyelashes are actually very long.

At this moment, the long eyelashes shuttered slightly, covering the originally sharp eyes.

He couldn’t see his eyes, but he could sense his emotions.

A nondescript metaphor suddenly appeared in Xu Xinghe’s mind-

If Marshal Ling was a cat, then it would probably have a straight face at the moment, slapping its paws in the corner, and hitting the ground with its tail unhappily…

Thinking of this, the corner of Xu Xinghe’s mouth raised and he smiled silently.

He rolled up his sleeves very calmly, turned his head, and asked Ling Changfeng: “What did you want to make for dinner?”

Marshal Ling pursed his lips and answered truthfully: “Sparerib yam congee, fish soup, lion’s mane stewed chicken… They’re all simple dishes, and good for the stomach.”

Xu Xinghe thought for a while: “I think I can do these too.”

Ling Changfeng was slightly startled and looked up at him.

Xu Xinghe had already walked straight to the sink and began to clean his hands. “Isn’t this yam all cut? It can’t be wasted.”

Then he turned to Ling Changfeng and smiled. “I’ll prepare dinner, can you help me?”

Marshal Ling nodded, and happily stepped forward to help.

Sunlight beamed through the glass skylight and evenly sprinkled a golden glow over the two of them.

A room full of warmth.

“Please pass me the sea salt… No, I said the second grid on the left, this is refined salt…”

“How come there are sweet potatoes and millet?”

“They are also used for congee, and said to nourish the stomach.”

” …My stomach is not so fragile.”

“Do you want to drink sweet or salty congee?”

“Either is fine.”

“Then one salty, and one sweet?”

“You can decide; I’ll listen to you.”

Qin Yuan stood far away from the kitchen door feeling a little redundant.

Moreover, the two masters of the Marshal’s mansion were busy in the kitchen. He was too embarrassed to wait here like a stick and enjoy the fruits of their labor.

So he asked politely, “How about… I’ll help too?”

As soon as the words fell, the two busy people turned around at the same time.

Xu Xinghe blinked in surprise, his expression seemed to ask: “Why are you still here?”

Ling Changfeng glanced at him indifferently, as if to say, “Why don’t you get out.”

Qin Yuan: “… “

He swallowed: “Then I’ll leave?”

Only then did Marshal Ling nod with satisfaction, and instructed him: “Don’t get close to Aaron, he will scratch you. Don’t try to touch Xiaoqi, Aaron will scratch you.”

After speaking, he turned around and continued to help Xu Xinghe.

Qin Yuan left with a head full of question marks. “Then what am I supposed to do??”

Marshal Ling didn’t turn his head, but there was still a bit of disgust in his voice: “Go drink tea upstairs.”

The unwanted Adjutant Qin: “…”

He turned and went upstairs angrily.

I can’t stay in this house!

QY – the conscious giant lightbulb.

XXH – the oblivious peacemaker.

LCF – the angry cat

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