Spoil Him, Heal Him

"Yeah." Lu Zhanbei replied, paused for two seconds and then said: "But that photo is really prone to crookedness. I'll just say it's too high-profile, you still say no."

Tong Yi, "..."

Tong Yi felt that if she watched with Lu Zhanbei again, she would suffer a myocardial infarction, and she would turn off the projection screen.

The picture is cut.

Lu Zhanbei turned his head and looked at Tong Yi somewhat inexplicably, "Why don't you look at it?"

"It's boring, and you need a good rest. You can't stay up late. I have to get up early tomorrow. I have an appointment with Sister Yao in the studio in the morning. Let's go to bed early." Tong Yi made a bunch of excuses.

Lu Zhanbei nodded easily, and when he got up and got out of bed, he said, "Take Zheng Wei tomorrow, and let him follow you in the future. You are now well-known, and it is not safe to get in and out alone."

"it is good."

Lu Zhanbei stood by the bed, his eyes fell on the snacks at the small table, "What do you want to eat at night, tell Aunt Qiu, let her make it for you, don't eat these, it's not good for your health."

"Yeah." The words Lu Xiyao said to her suddenly flashed through Tong Yi's mind.

My brother would look at the recipe and study the cooking alone in the kitchen, then put it in a food box and put a fried heart-shaped egg on it.

So he asked: "Do you know how to cook?"

Lu Zhanbei, "Why ask this suddenly?"

"Just ask casually."

"know a little."

Sure enough.

Tong Yi was sour in her heart, as if she wanted to compare with someone. She looked at Lu Zhanbei and said, "I don't want to eat what Aunt Qiu made, but I want to eat what you make. Would you like to make it for me?"

"Want to eat now?"

"Ok."

Lu Zhanbei frowned slightly, "You will really embarrass me."

His voice was stained with a thin smile.

Embarrassed?

Is it embarrassing to let him cook for her?

Tong Yi felt like a stone in his heart, uncomfortable tightly, and there was a feeling of being broken by someone, and the pain of tearing.

Tong Yi drooped his eyelids and covered all emotions under his eyes, "Forget it, you can rest early."

"What do you want to eat?" Lu Zhanbei's low voice floated from the top of his head.

Since it's embarrassing, she doesn't want it.

Tong Yi stuffed a few potato chips in his mouth and said, "Potato chips are delicious, so I won't bother you."

Lu Zhanbei reached out and touched the top of Tong Yi's hair, "I've used all the trouble, are you angry?"

"No." Tong Yi tilted her head, avoiding Lu Zhanbei's touch, her nose was sour, and the potato chips in her mouth were particularly unpleasant, feeling sour and spicy.

"Hey……"

A helpless sigh floated above his head, "I'll give you a bowl of noodles, it tastes bad, don't blame me, after all, the left hand is not as flexible as the right hand."

Tong Yi's thoughts stayed on the first half of the sentence for a few seconds, and then he went to the second half of the sentence, and then suddenly remembered that Lu Zhanbei's right hand was injured, raising his eyes, the man had already walked to the door.

Tong Yi got out of bed and hurried to catch up. "You just said that the embarrassment was because of your hand injury?"

Lu Zhanbei raised his eyebrows, "Otherwise?"

Tong Yi whispered, "I thought you would not do it for me."

"How come." Lu Zhanbei raised his hand and gently scratched the tip of Tong Yi's nose, "Fool." Then he took her hand and walked out together, "What do you want to eat?"

Tong Yi's eyes fell on Lu Zhanbei's right hand wrapped in gauze, "Forget it, don't eat it, wait for your hands to get better, you can do it for me."

"It's okay, it's okay to make a bowl of noodles."

The corners of Tong Yi's lips curled up slowly, and followed Lu Zhanbei step by step downstairs, "I want to eat egg noodles."

"it is good."

The two went downstairs and entered the kitchen.

Lu Zhanbei washed the pot with one hand. Tong Yi wanted to help, but Lu Zhanbei refused, "You go to the restaurant and wait."

"But your hand..."

"It's okay."

"No, I don't worry, I'd better stay here with you, and hit you by the way."

Lu Zhanbei's thin lips hooked slightly, and his voice was indulgent, "as you are."

Aunt Qiu heard the movement and came to the kitchen. She was shocked when she saw Lu Zhanbei standing in front of the sink washing the vegetables. "Mr. Lu, just tell me what you want to eat. How can you do it yourself?"

Lu Zhanbei, "It's okay, you go to sleep."

Aunt Qiu knew that Lu Zhanbei was the same, so she turned her head to look at Tong Yi, "Miss Tong, please persuade Mr. Lu, he has never cooked before, and this hand is still hurt. What if he hurts again? ?"

Tong Yi also felt a little sad, watching Lu Zhanbei and said: "Why don't you forget it, I'm actually not very hungry."

Only then did Aunt Qiu know that the person who wanted to eat was Tong Yi, and said hurriedly: "Miss Tong, tell me what you want to eat, and I will make it for you."

"No, Aunt Qiu, go to bed, just have me here."

Lu Zhanbei said this, and Aunt Qiu didn't dare to say anything, nodded, and said to Tong Yi before leaving, "I'm in the first room in the corridor on the first floor. Call me whenever I need to."

Tong Yi, "Okay."

Aunt Qiu nodded and went out of the kitchen.

"Yiyi, bring that drain basket here." Lu Zhanbei raised his chin slightly and pointed to a place in Liulitai.

"Oh." Tong Yi took the drain basket and stood beside Lu Zhanbei to pick up his cleaned vegetables. "Do you think Aunt Qiu thinks I am too much? Your hands are hurt, but I still let you down. The chef cooks noodles for me."

"I'm happy to cook noodles for my girlfriend."

Tong Yi pursed her lips and smiled, "The mouth is quite sweet."

Lu Zhanbei washed the vegetables and a few green onions, then washed the pot and put it on the stove, turning around and asked Tong Yi, "Would you like scrambled eggs or fried eggs?"

"Fried eggs."

"Okay." Lu Zhanbei went to the refrigerator and brought an egg over, opened the fire, oiled, and fried the egg.

Tong Yi frowned when seeing the fried yellow eggs coming out of the pan, and muttered in a low voice, "Why isn't it heart-shaped?"

The range hood roared, but Lu Zhanbei did not hear clearly, "What did you say?"

He was injured, and cooking her with one hand was already very good to her, and she shouldn't pick and choose.

Tong Yi shook his head, "Nothing."

In a moment, a bowl of fragrant egg noodles is out.

Lu Zhanbei used his left hand the whole time, so his movements were a bit awkward, but the whole operation was orderly, and he could see that he could indeed cook.

Thinking that his cooking skills were learned for other women, Tong Yi instantly felt that the noodles in the bowl were not fragrant.

In the restaurant, Tong Yi was eating noodles absent-mindedly.

When Lu Zhanbei saw Tong Yi picking noodles with chopsticks from time to time, he didn't eat a few bites, nor did he eat a bite of fried eggs. He couldn't help asking, "Isn't it delicious?"

"No, it's delicious." Tong Yi ate two bites of noodles, and when he lowered his head to pick the noodles, he said casually: "I don't know you can cook. Did you learn it on purpose?"

After waiting for two seconds, without seeing Lu Zhanbei answering, Tong Yi raised his eyes and looked at him, "Why don't you speak?"

"Taught myself."

"Why learn to cook?" Tong Yi was afraid that he would ask too deliberately, what Lu Zhanbei would see, and added, "Isn't it usually a girl's job to learn to cook?"