Chapter 808 I'm Cooking to Feed You

After receiving his teasing gaze, the little gratitude in Leng Zhiyuan's heart disappeared. She thought he was actually a considerate person, but now he seems to be so bad.

Just to embarrass her.

"I'm hungry, what do you think?" She glared back fiercely.

"I'm hungry. I've given you the ingredients, but it seems like you can't even feed yourself. Miss Leng, tell me, besides being able to fight, what else can you do?" Zhou Yao is tall and has long legs. Standing there, his big, articulate hands rolled up his sleeves neatly.

"You!" Leng Zhiyuan was so angry that she might rush up and break his neck in the next second.

At this time, Zhou Yao moved. The 1.9-meter-tall man squatted down in front of her and picked up the pot. Then he picked up the broom and swept up all the dirt and threw it into the trash can. He then mopped the floor, and it was very clear. The floor tiles that were almost in a mess by her became clean and shiny again.

Leng Zhiyuan was stunned. She didn't expect that a man like him would also do housework. She stepped back a little, and the man walked to the vegetable basket in the living room, "Mrs. Zhou, what do you want to have for dinner?"

She didn't answer. He lowered his eyes and found two tomatoes and two eggs in the vegetable basket. He took a new handful of noodles and walked to the kitchen.

Leng Zhiyuan saw him cleaning the pot, then putting cold water on it and burning it over high heat. Then he took out two large bowls and started mixing the condiments. He then cracked the eggs into the bowls and mixed them evenly with chopsticks. His movements were methodical.

"You...what are you doing?"

Zhou Yao turned to look at her after hearing this. He raised the corners of his lips. His strong features suddenly softened under the dim light at night, "Didn't you see? Don't you want to eat noodles? I'm cooking."

As he said that, he turned around and said with a smile to himself, "Hey, do other men have such a hard life like me? After the day's mission is over, they have to cook and feed their wives when they come back."

Leng Zhiyuan felt his ears burning, and he began to act inappropriately again.

Sometimes she felt that he was so changeable, sometimes acting like a hooligan, sometimes serious, sometimes being careless, and she really didn't know which one was the real him.

She sharply withdrew her gaze from his handsome and upright back, "Humph", she turned her face away ungratefully.

Zhou Yao put the noodles into a bowl mixed with seasonings, then washed the pot. He began to stir-fry tomatoes and eggs over high heat, and Leng Zhiyuan quickly noticed the aroma.

She took a sneak peek and saw that he put the fried tomatoes and eggs into the noodles, and the bowl of noodles became full of color, flavor and flavor.

She swallowed involuntarily.

At this time, Zhou Yao held the two bowls in his palms. He walked towards the dining table. When he passed by her, he glanced at her awkward little face, and then smiled, "What are you doing here? Go get the chopsticks."

Leng Zhiyuan didn't intend to take it, but she was really hungry. Besides, it was really pretentious for her to freeze like this. People didn't take it seriously at all and kept making fun of her.

She walked over and took two pairs of chopsticks and sat down across from him generously. He didn't speak any more, and she lowered her eyes and started eating the noodles.

His cooking skills were really good, and this bowl of noodles was the best she had ever eaten. At that time, she was convinced that it was because she was starving.

Zhou Yao finished eating quickly. He got up and went to the bedroom. Leng Zhiyuan raised his head and glanced at his bowl. The bowl was empty and he had eaten cleanly.

No soldier will waste food.

After Leng Zhiyuan finished eating, she got up and put away the dishes. Although it was her first time washing dishes, she couldn't leave him to wash them and then listen to his ridicule. Compared with her self-esteem, she was more willing to wash dishes.

After stumbling to finish washing the two bowls, she heard the sound of water flowing in the shower room stopped when she walked out of the kitchen door. The door opened, and Zhou Yao, wearing a black vest, walked out wetly.

He has already taken a bath.

He held the dirty clothes he had changed in his hand and glanced at her slowly, "Have you washed the dishes? That's right. A woman should behave like a woman. Otherwise, no man will dare to marry you in the future?"

"I want you to take care of it!" She glared at him.

Zhou Yao chuckled and went out.

Leng Zhiyuan walked to the door and took a look. The man was standing by the sink and bent down. There were dirty clothes he had put down in the round basin. He had his hands in it and was washing the clothes.

She was stunned. He was a grown man doing laundry?

She looked at him seriously. The man's figure was really straight and upright. Even if he bent down, his back was charming. It was late autumn and he only wore a black vest. When he was washing clothes, the muscles in his arms were all the same. The sight of the bronzed skin stained by the cold air made people dizzy.

Below was a pair of camouflage military trousers with a vest tied inside, and a loose black leather belt. Leng Zhiyuan didn't dare to look down and hurriedly looked away.

They say he has a distinguished background and an amazing family background, and she agrees with it. The young master of the Zhou family has everything he wants. How does such a man need to cook and wash his own clothes?

Soon the man finished washing the clothes, and there was a rope hanging outside the door. He didn't use a hanger, but casually hung the clean clothes on it.

Leng Zhiyuan took a look. The clothes were wet and wet, and the way they were hung was ugly. In short, they were casual enough, more like his unruly temperament.

"Mrs. Zhou, do you want me to wash your clothes for you?" She heard him teasing when she was looking seriously.

She raised her eyes to look at him. Maybe his eyes reflected the countless stars in the sky, which made his narrow eyes brighter than before. He was smiling, showing his white teeth...

She admitted that he was indeed... handsome. He was different from the handsomeness of those men. There was a compelling heroic spirit in his facial features, and his valiant appearance made him stand upright.

But what he said was so...bastard!

"Thank you, no!" She stiffly spat out a few words.

Zhou Yao smiled, then walked into the living room. He took a blanket, lay down on the sofa in the living room, and then closed his eyes to sleep.

Leng Zhiyuan froze dryly by the door. Did he just fall asleep like this?

At this time, the man put an arm behind his head, without opening his eyes, and spoke calmly, "This is the army, please bear with me for the time being and don't cause trouble for me. I have to go out for training tomorrow morning, and I am too busy to take care of you. Three days a day I will order the meal."

"When the time is right, I will find an excuse to send you back for three months. Miss Leng, I believe you will cooperate, okay?" He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her intently.

There was no trace of smile in his eyes anymore, and he stared at her coldly and brightly.

There was something surging in Leng Zhiyuan's heart and she immediately became cold. Although she didn't know what it was yet, she nodded coldly, "Major General Zhou, please rest assured. I will definitely abide by the three-month agreement."

She walked into the bedroom.

…

The next morning, Leng Zhiyuan opened his eyes.

She glanced at the night outside the window. It was probably around six o'clock in the morning. It was winter, and the weather at six o'clock was still covered with a layer of cold fog.