I wouldn't fall in love with an old enemy

To be honest, Zhong Mingzhi didn't believe that Lin Lang could really cook. Judging by his appearance, he was a man who didn't touch his fingers.On the way back, I originally wanted to drop by and bring something to eat, but on second thought, if Lin Lang really cooked, it would be very disrespectful for him to take food home.

Anyway, if there is really nothing to eat, or if Lin Lang's cooking is really hard to swallow, it's not too late to make plans.

Although he was mentally prepared for disappointment, Zhong Mingzhi still had some expectations before entering the house.

Zhong Mingzhi had just inserted the key into the lock, and before he had time to open the door, Lin Lang, who was in the room, ran over to help him open the door... like a Pomeranian waiting for its owner to come home.

Lin Lang was not usually so enthusiastic, but now he was a little guilty: "You're back."

"En." Zhong Mingzhi took off his shoes and entered the room, and was about to take off his suit jacket when Lin Lang stretched out his hand to pick it up.Zhong Mingzhi felt that Lin Lang's flattering appearance was very amusing. After a little guessing, he guessed that Lin Lang must have promised to cook but failed to make it. He was afraid that he would criticize him. After all, he had been in the house for so long, and he really didn't smell the aroma of the food.He also handed the coat to Lin Lang, and teased, "Didn't you swear that you would cook?"

Lin Lang was quite thin-skinned, and when he was told this, two patches of blush burned on his cheeks, he hesitated and said, "That... I did it."

Zhong Ming raised his eyebrows.

Lin Lang continued to say without confidence: "Why don't we go out to eat."

Zhong Mingzhi was quite curious, walked around Lin Lang to the dining room, glanced at the kitchen, then at the dining table, and finally understood the reason for Lin Lang's guilty look.

The dinner table was fine, and there was a dish of unknown mixture of red, yellow and black in the middle. Zhong Mingzhi approached to take a look, only to find that it was a dish of scrambled eggs with burnt tomatoes.The rice cooker was taken out and placed on the table. One of the bells rang, and the aroma of rice came out. However, the rice was shaken by hands and put in too much water. Inconvenient meals for the elderly.

The kitchen was even more messy, tomato juice remained on the chopping board, broken eggs flowed down the side of the pot and covered the entire induction cooker, and other places were also messy, horrible... It should have been a place for people to see. In the scene where he couldn't help frowning, the corners of Zhong Mingzhi's mouth couldn't help but rise.

"Don't waste it when you're done," Zhong Mingzhi went to wash his hands, took out two sets of bowls and chopsticks, added some rice, and beckoned Lin Lang, who was standing on the edge, to sit down, "Try to see our first time cooking. How is the workmanship?"

In fact, judging by the appearance, Zhong Mingzhi should not have much expectation for Lin Lang's cooking.

Lin Lang was stunned. Zhong Mingzhi didn't beat him when he saw that he made the kitchen like this?And said he wanted to try his craft?Does he have a craft to speak of?

Under the huge impact, Lin Lang didn't notice the subtle overlapping words that Zhong Mingzhi used when he called him just now.

Seeing that Lin Lang was still standing there in a daze, Zhong Mingzhi smiled and said, "If you don't want to eat, I'll eat first."

Lin Lang came back to his senses, pulled out the chair and sat opposite Zhong Mingzhi, watching him pick up an unknown object, with mixed feelings, and couldn't bear to look directly with a hint of imperceptible expectation.

Zhong Mingzhi took a sip, and his face changed: "The taste is indeed a bit..."

Lin Lang almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, is he so upright?Can't you be a little more tactful?Sure enough, the warmth just now was all pretending!Zhong Mingzhi is a wolf with a big tail, first he arouses people's expectations, and then he deals a fatal blow.

But it was a fact that it was unpalatable. Although Lin Lang was reluctant, he reluctantly admitted his fame and knelt down in this small kitchen.No wonder there are people who say that a gentleman stays away from the kitchen, which is really a warning to the world.

Zhong Mingzhi saw Lin Lang's drooping face, and almost put the word "depressed" on his face, and stopped teasing him, and stretched out his hand to rub Lin Lang's hair: "You worked very hard."

Speaking of Lin Lang's hair quality is really good, when Zhong Mingzhi first saw him, he really wanted to try what it would be like to hold his long hair in his hands, but unfortunately he failed to do so.Although Lin Lang has cut his hair now, it feels as good as he imagined, and Zhong Mingzhi is a bit addicted to touching it.

Lin Lang was not moved by this comforting sentence, he was still a little depressed, looking at the meal he cooked in front of him, he didn't even have the appetite to move his chopsticks.Thinking about it this way, he himself didn't want to eat it. How great Zhong Mingzhi is, he just ate it like this...

The system's voice sounded at this moment: [Friendship value is 50, and the friendship value of the current host and task target is -130, please continue to work hard. 】

Lin Lang was startled: "!"

Lin Lang: "You haven't broken the system, have you added 50 all of a sudden?"

System: [Not bad, it is detected that the task subject is now in high spirits, please make persistent efforts. 】

Lin Lang made a calculation in his heart and found out: "Oh my god, I just made a meal, and he was so happy that he added 50 points all of a sudden? Wow, then I make one meal a day, and I can return after three days. Cultivation Realm?"

It's really flattering, just thinking about it, a mysterious smile appeared on Lin Lang's face.There seemed to be a real fire burning all year round outside the Nine Flames Palace before his eyes, his body passed through the wall of fire without any damage, his snow wolf would fly to his feet and rub against his trouser legs with a faceless face, His subordinate with facial paralysis would kneel beside him and say to him, "Welcome Palace Master back"...

System·Specialized pouring cold water·System: [I suggest that you do not have some unrealistic ideas, and find a way to get along with the task object in a down-to-earth manner. 】

I also know that it is impossible to increase the friendliness by 50 points every time I cook a meal, but Lin Lang's mood has not been hit much. On the contrary, he is very happy now, shaking his head, wishing to hum a little song to express his mood How brisk.

Zhong Mingzhi naturally didn't know the existence of the system. In his opinion, Lin Lang became elated just after listening to his words of reassurance.

Little kids are easy to coax.

But he himself is quite coaxable, and he was bribed by a meal of hellish darkness.

Zhong Mingzhi's parents are foreigners. They have been doing business abroad for a long time. The business is big and people are very busy. They may not go back to China during the holidays. After all, festivals like the Spring Festival in China are still the same in foreign countries. It's a weekday.He has lived in a boarding school since elementary school, until he went to university. He eats in the school cafeteria when school starts, and sometimes goes to live with his aunt's house during holidays, and sometimes goes abroad for a few days.

Since he was a child, he has almost never experienced the feeling of having someone at home cook a meal for him. When he goes to a relative's house for dinner, others just bring an extra set of bowls and chopsticks, not for him.

As for after work, he usually orders lunch boxes at the company for lunch, and rarely has the leisure to cook for himself when he gets home.Generally speaking, people who live by themselves will always develop some life skills, especially cooking, but Zhong Mingzhi is an outlier, he can do some basic things if asked, but he still thinks it is troublesome to cook alone. What is the restaurant open for?Isn't it just for people like him to visit?If everyone cooks at home, won't all chefs in restaurants be laid off?

There was one exception, a department manager from a company next door I knew in the same office building wanted to pursue Zhong Mingzhi.Maybe it’s because I heard somewhere that to grab a man’s heart, you have to grab his stomach first. Once I brought a big bag of ingredients to Zhongming’s house, and I was busy in the kitchen all afternoon, and the meals I made were really good It made people give a thumbs up to praise, but at that time, Zhong Mingzhi only felt disrespectful to this enthusiasm, and didn't mean to be moved much.

On the contrary, Lin Lang's plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, which he didn't know how to describe, slightly opened the door of Zhong Mingzhi's heart that had been tightly closed.

Lin Lang is his little snail boy.

Zhong Mingzhi also thought about it seriously. If Lin Lang really lived in his house for a long time, then the current eating habit of either ordering takeaway or eating outside is obviously not healthy for a boy who is still developing.So he suggested: "In the future, I will invite an aunt to cook at home."

One second Lin Lang was still wondering what he was doing stupidly, and the next second Lin Lang pursed his lips: Sure enough, Zhong Mingzhi still thinks his cooking is unpalatable.

Lin Lang's desire to win was suddenly aroused: "You don't want to invite auntie, once you are born and second time you are acquainted, I will do it a few more times, maybe I can open a small restaurant and make a fortune."

Zhong Mingzhi really admired Lin Lang's blind optimism, and if he was asked to cook a few more meals, his kitchen might be scrapped.But he didn't say that, he just said: "It's ok, invite an aunt to come back, you can ask the aunt for advice."

"It makes sense."

Zhong Mingzhi was quite afraid that Lin Lang would argue with him, so he breathed a sigh of relief: "Good boy, I'm worried that it's not healthy for you to eat takeaway or go out every day."

Lin Lang asked back: "What about you? Didn't you do the same before?"

"Me?" Zhong Mingzhi smiled, and flicked Lin Lang's forehead, "I'm already an adult, okay, you're still growing, don't be willful."

Lin Lang, whose real age is about six hundred years old: "..."