Fast time travel: Mr. President, play tricks

Chapter 740 Foodie's Heart (Ye Luo's Story)
Everyone knows that I love food, so much that as long as it exists, I can ignore everything.

I know, they always say in private that I am a senior foodie, but in fact, only I know that I am not a foodie, but looking for an emotion in food that I cannot experience in real life.

I don't know what that emotion is, I can't say it, and it's even hard to feel it.

Until I met her, I was attracted by her live broadcast.

Weird isn't it?Even though it was through the cold screen, I could feel her true feelings.

Every movement seems to hide unknown emotions.

That feeling made me feel familiar, and it also made me feel happy.

So I asked my assistant to investigate her, and then without hesitation, I cheekily entered her and paid these prices, eating and drinking.

Fortunately, she didn't dislike me, but entertained me very friendly.

Hmm... well, I actually took her noodles.

She didn't blame me for anything, she just turned around and went to the kitchen to make good food for me... well, for us.

I'm obsessed with it, and I know it's what I've been looking for for a long time.

That is the emotion I have been missing, I long for it, and I must have it.

Later on, I kept going to her house to eat and drink, and she accepted me very kindly.

I have always known that she has the habit of live broadcasting, so every time I arrive at the meal time on time, hehe, in this way, I can have dinner with her!
Of course, all these are my own thoughts, but I don't know what she thinks.

What happened later was indeed beyond my expectation, but it made me realize that what I care most about should actually be her.

As a "kitchen killer", I spent a long, long time learning how to cook in order to be able to stand in front of her with integrity.

When I made this decision, the assistant looked at me in shock.

He knows what my cooking skills are like, otherwise she wouldn't be wearing a gas mask...

Cough cough... Well, the gas mask is really a difficult stalk.

In order to be able to cook properly, at least it won't smell so bad, and it won't taste so bad, I have put in a lot of effort.

It can be said that all my energy in my life has been spent on it.

I fried countless kitchens and stunned countless people. Finally, after five years, I managed to make edible food. I am so happy!

I confessed to her, and she accepted me naturally.

I love her, so I am willing to learn things for her that I never dared to think about, and I succeeded.

Luckily, she said she loves me too.

This is enough for me.

Later, we got together, got married, and had two kids.

Everyone is envious of us, um... they even write my cooking experience as an inspirational story in their textbooks.

Whenever we talk about this, the two of us always look at each other and smile, full of happiness.

I often talk about these things with my children, and they always look at me with contempt, but I don't care at all.

After all, I already have her~
Life is short, lucky to have her, this life is enough...

(End of this chapter)