Lu Chen took out the instant noodles from the cupboard, lit the fire and started cooking. Of course, anyone can cook instant noodles.

But Wang Ying, whose whole body was pressed on the sofa, was watching very carefully.

"You haven't cooked it?"

Lu Chen asked slightly suspiciously as Wang Ying watched his movements carefully.

"I didn't see you cook it."

"I'm not a handsome guy!"

"But you can cook instant noodles better than the handsome guy."

Lu Chen almost spit a mouthful of blood into the instant noodles. What does it mean to be better than a handsome guy who knows how to cook instant noodles?

Is this the only advantage of a person like me?

After beating two more eggs and cutting some tomatoes, a bowl of hot instant noodles was delivered to Wang Ying.

"Smells, really smells."

Before he could speak, Wang Ying praised Lu Chen.

"If you're not hungry, let's eat."

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Wang Ying looked at Lu Chen doubtfully.

"I'm not hungry."

Lu Chen took the unfinished Coke on the table and continued to take a sip.

Wang Ying ignored Lu Chen and turned to deal with the instant noodles cooked by Lu Chen. She was probably really hungry.

Wang Ying ate without caring about her own image.

"Take it easy, you're getting choked."

Lu Chen saw Wang Ying's panic and started to persuade him.

"Look, your hair is stained by the soup."

Lu Chen was very careful and smoothed Wang Ying's hair, not forgetting to take out a tissue to wipe away the oil stains at the ends of the hair.

Conveniently, Wang Ying's hair was placed behind her ear.

Lu Chen once again saw Wang Ying's side face clearly as he was eating noodles, but at this time Wang Ying's chopsticks just stopped in mid-air.

There were drops of water on the cheeks rolling down into the instant noodles.

"Are you so excited about eating instant noodles?

You haven’t eaten in several years.”

Lu Chen didn't know why, thinking that Wang Ying had not eaten instant noodles for too long and was so excited that she cried.

Wang Ying's tears fell even faster when Lu Chen discovered her current appearance.

Lu Chen obviously realized that this was not because of instant noodles.

"If you don't want to eat it, don't eat it."

Chase Lu stroked Wang Ying's back to calm her down a little.

However, the more Lu Chen acted in comfort, the more Wang Ying cried, and at this time all the cries she had been holding back came out.

The eyes that fell out became even more anxious.

Wang Ying suddenly put down her chopsticks and turned to look at Lu Chen, her whole face wet with tears.

Lu Chen was greeted by Wang Ying's more sudden movements, and Wang Ying directly kissed Lu Chen on the cheek suddenly.

Lu Chen looked at Wang Ying blankly, wondering what was going on.

"hehe!"

Suddenly, Wang Ying burst into laughter again.

"What?"

"You have green onions on your face."

Lu Chen happened to use the reflection of the TV in front of him to see that the place where he was kissed was a lip mark made of green onions.

Sure enough, green onions appeared on my face.

Wang Ying carefully stopped laughing at this time, took out a piece of paper from the table and carefully wiped the oil marks on Lu Chen's face.

As if time and space were about to stand still at this moment, Wang Ying had wiped away the oil marks on Lu Chen's face but still did not stop.

"I've been tricked. My face is almost scratched by you."

Lu Chen felt his cheeks begin to feel hot, and he probably had a layer of skin rubbed off.

But he still enjoyed it when a girl wiped his face with her own hands.

Wang Ying smiled, rested his head on Lu Chen's shoulder again, and looked at the man's not-so-handsome profile.

After calming down, I started talking.

"Do you want to hear a story?"
Chapter completed!