The god-level master of the cold and beautiful president

"coming."

Responding to the door, Chu Feng was puzzled, and after getting dressed, he left the bedroom.

"Well... I have all the food ready, go wash your hands and eat."

Yang Qing wiped the soup on his hands, and he didn't dare to look into Chu Feng's eyes. After saying something to Chu Feng, he returned to the kitchen.

"It's weird."

Seeing Yang Qing's performance, Chu Feng felt that something was wrong. He secretly maintained his vigilance, and after washing his hands, he came to the dining table.

"Did you do all of this? It looks pretty good."

Looking at the three dishes already placed on the table, Chu Feng nodded, although he was guarded, he still admired it.

"Well...it's okay."

Hearing this, Yang Qing forced himself to remain calm, and responded to Chu Feng, then she blinked and asked, "Are you going to eat?"

After speaking, a pair of small hands could not help but hold each other.

"Absolutely tricky..."

This little action caught Chu Feng's eyes, and Chu Feng immediately cheered up.

When he rented this house before, he only felt that the price was cheap, and secretly felt that there was something unspeakable in it. Now it seems that the unspeakable thing is about to happen.

"Okay, I'll eat."

Nodding to Yang Qing, Chu Feng picked up the rice bowl, then picked up the chopsticks, and wandered between the three dishes to choose...

But during this process, his gaze was always on Yang Qing's face - he wanted to catch abnormalities from Yang Qing's face.

"Is my face smudged?"

Seeing that Chu Feng was about to start eating, Yang Qing was worried about his debut, when he saw that Chu Feng was focusing all his attention on himself, he frowned in confusion.

She couldn't help touching her face, worrying that she accidentally stained her face when she was cooking.

"Still haven't shown your horse's feet..."

Realizing that Yang Qing's acting skills had reached the point of perfection, Chu Feng frowned inwardly, and then made plans to continue testing, but he didn't show it on the surface.

Immediately, he smiled lightly and said to Yang Qing: "No, the scene in front of me reminds me of an idiom."

"Idiom? What is it?"

Hearing this, Yang Qing asked suspiciously, and then looked at the dishes on the table, what idiom can you think of?
She frowned slightly.

"Delicious food."

With light in his eyes, Chu Feng stared at Yang Qing's face and said word by word.

"Uh……"

Yang Qing was taken aback for a moment, then gave Chu Feng a blank look, and complained speechlessly: "I'm not a little girl, so save your words for little girls!"

"Ha, let's eat..."

Hitting a wall, Chu Feng had no choice but to smile, and while talking to Yang Qing, he picked up an egg and put it in the bowl.

Seeing this, Yang Qing clenched her little hands unconsciously.

Of course, it wasn't because she had heard Zhang Ailing's famous saying: The heart of a man is through the stomach, and the heart of a woman is through...

Ahem, she was just nervous about whether her food would taste bad, for fear of losing face.

"This rice..."

The next moment, Chu Feng picked up a ball of rice and looked at it with a strange expression.

I saw that the rice in his chopsticks could even see the raw part of it.

Stuffed rice...

"This...the water may...maybe there is not enough water."

Seeing this, Yang Qing's expression suddenly became unnatural.

Then, she took the rice bowl from Chu Feng's hand and said, "Why don't you stop eating and try...try the food."

Originally intending to let Chu Feng taste the dishes she made, Yang Qing half-spoken, remembering his own craftsmanship, and lowered his voice unconfidently.

"Ah."

Seeing this situation, Chu Feng understood something, and he couldn't help but have a smile on his face.

The strange appearance of this woman before the relationship is all because of the table of food in front of her?

Guessing that Yang Qing might not cook often, or at all, Chu Feng secretly felt guilty for doubting Yang Qing's purpose. At the same time, in order to make up for this guilt, he already knew that the next scene should be How it went.

"Okay, this dish looks good, let me try how it tastes."

Nodding to Yang Qing, Chu Feng picked up a piece of tomato, ate it in his mouth, and then swallowed it without chewing.

"how do you feel?"

Yang Qing immediately looked at Chu Feng.

Although she made this dish, she thought it was for Chu Feng and it would be bad to try it, so she didn't try it first, so she didn't know how unpalatable the dish she made...

Yes, thinking of the cooking process, she already had a guess in her heart, it must be a bit unpalatable...

"Well, not bad!"

After recollecting the taste in his mouth, he found that it was very sour. Chu Feng thought that the scrambled eggs with tomatoes must have put too much vinegar, and the tomatoes were not fully ripe. He responded to Yang Qing in this way.

"really?"

Yang Qing asked a little unconfidently, then looked at the scrambled eggs with tomatoes on the table, and became eager to try.

But in the end, she still didn't dare to move her chopsticks...

Growing up so big, the food she eats is not to say that it is delicacies from mountains and seas, but it is similar. Even if the food on the table is created by her, she dare not 'test the poison'.

However, this did not prevent Yang Qing from showing a happy smile after hearing Chu Feng's compliment.

She immediately picked up a piece of extremely irregularly cut meat, put it in Chu Feng's bowl, and said, "Try this dish."

While talking, he looked at the meat in Chu Feng's bowl expectantly, hoping that this dish would also be praised by Chu Feng.

"Hehe, I'll try it."

Self-proclaiming that there is no food in this world that can poison him, Chu Feng smiled easily and put the piece of meat into his mouth.

However, because the piece of meat was too big, he chewed it this time.

The pieces of meat were springy...with a hint of fishiness...slightly salty.

The appearance of eight mature, this is Chu Feng's feeling after chewing.

Then, he swallowed it in one gulp.

"This meat is not bad. If you try it a few more times, it will definitely be better."

Giving a thumbs up to Yang Qing, Chu Feng didn't wait for Yang Qing to make a move, and poured a bowl of soup on his own.

He arrived a little salty.

"Oh……"

Yang Qing responded in a daze.

"One time is enough, the ghost will do it a few more times!"

She muttered to herself.

"puff……"

At this moment, Chu Feng's expression changed drastically after swallowing a small mouthful of soup, and he directly sprayed out the remaining soup in his mouth.

"hiss……"

In the next second, regardless of Yang Qing's feelings, he ran directly to the kitchen, and the sound of the faucet rang.

Good guy, did you kill the guy who bought the salt? It's so salty!
After pouring several gulps of water into his stomach to dilute the bitter salty taste, Chu Feng returned to the dining table with lingering fear.

"Well... have you tried this soup?"

Chu Feng pointed to the soup on the table.

Through Chu Feng's performance, Yang Qing already felt something. Hearing this, she shook her head, and then carefully asked, "Is it bad to drink?"

Difficult to drink?Not only is it hard to drink!
"I don't recommend you drink..."

Chu Feng kindly persuaded.

Although the previous two dishes were not tasty, they were not too bad. This soup is really too much!

"I didn't plan to drink...you said you wanted to eat my cooking, so this is all for you."

Yang Qing blinked, stared at the dishes on the table seriously, stuck out her tongue and said, "I dare not eat what I cooked."

Chu Feng stared at Yang Qing with a dark face: "..."