Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Chapter 346 Eating and Sincere Relationship

In the open kitchen, Zhu Jiu and Jingzhi worked in perfect harmony, one preparing the ingredients while the other stirred the wok, both of them were busy as hell.

The three people who actually wanted to eat were gone.

Caolu and his two apprentices went next door to help Gigi build a defensive formation.

The faucet was running all the time, and a few corianders were burnt and wet in her hands, and even a few leaves were smashed and washed into the sink. She was obviously distracted.

A hand reached out from the side, turned off the faucet, and gently brushed away the water droplets on the front of her shirt.

The roaring range hood also stopped, and the kitchen suddenly became quiet. However, Jingzhi, who was a bit nervous, did not notice his unusual expression.

She looked through the half-open window at the people standing outside the opposite yard, but most of her eyes were actually focused on the figure who was sticking the talisman paper.

"To be honest, Doctor Huang is quite unlucky. In his previous life, he was chased by the Ghost King, and in this life, he's being chased by a pervert..."

Halfway through her conversation, she turned to look at Zhu Jiu, who was holding a spatula. "Her ex-boyfriend is a human. I think we still have some leftover alarms from your research in my warehouse. How about we install a couple for her after we're done?"

Zhu Jiu immediately retracted his dark gaze and promised her softly, "Okay."

The gas stove had been turned off long ago, but she still didn't notice.

She felt extremely sad. The person in charge had said that she was not allowed to make things difficult for her. Zhu Jiu, who had already made trouble twice, was too embarrassed to ask for a little fairness.

What's more, she always responds to soft words rather than hard ones.

He was so jealous that he did lose his mind.

Zhu Jiu turned off the gas and scooped up the pork ribs with plum and honey sauce that were still smoking in the pot.

He lightly closed the tip of his chopsticks, picked up a small piece and put it to her mouth, then turned back to Jingzhi who always trusted him and ate whatever he fed her.

It tasted salty, sour and sweet. She narrowed her eyes slightly and chewed faster.

Zhu Jiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the dish was to her taste, but he still insisted on making a sound to draw her attention back.

"How's that? I did it."

Jingzhi's cheeks twitched a few times, and a clean bone was spit out and thrown into the trash can. Her eyes finally fell back on his face.

Seeing the obvious disappointment on his face, Jingzhi stopped chewing.

It’s over.

She just saw Ah Zheng distracted and was caught by him.

Jingzhi pulled out the kitchen knife standing next to her, quickly chopped the coriander until only the stems were left, and guiltily picked up a small piece and sprinkled it on the ribs next to her.

She immediately started praising him: "You barely cooked in your previous life, I didn't expect you to be such a great cook."

Zhu Jiu: "I learned this specifically in this life. I longed to meet you. When I miss you, I'll find something to do with you."

"This is your favorite dish..."

Jingzhi suddenly turned sideways to face him, her eyes filled with guilt that was almost overflowing.

"me……"

Zhu Jiu glanced out the window and met the gaze of the person looking at him from the thatched cottage.

He retracted his gaze, raised his mouth slightly, put the chopsticks into her hand, and asked in a low voice: "Feed me, okay?"

Love was evident in his deep brown eyes, and when his peripheral vision met the thatched cottage next door, there was a hint of hidden provocation.

Jingzhi stared down at the plate of spareribs in his hand, tears almost falling, and she didn't notice Zhu Jiu's little movements at all.

He said he wanted to eat, so she picked up some and fed it to him considerately.

There was a little brown sauce on the edge of his lips. He reached out a finger, gently wiped it off, and put it into his mouth to suck it off without any disgust.

Such a natural action made Zhu Jiu blush quietly.

Caolu straightened his lip line, clapped his hands, and said goodbye to Gigi.

The steps he took when returning were quite fast, and the turtle almost couldn't keep up.

Ma Shangfeng followed Cao Lu closely, almost sticking to his back.

He was almost starving to death. If it weren't for the fact that he called Caolu "Master", he would probably have been the first to go.

I walked to the entrance, changed into slippers, and just as I took a step, the thatched cottage rushed forward and I almost fell to the ground.

A figure flashed in front of him and supported him. When his eyes met Ma Shangfeng, who was standing behind him with an embarrassed look on his face but eyes green with hunger, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Why don't you lift your foot? You're so bold as to step on your master's heel."

Ma Shangfeng: “Oh.”

Xigui is also a greedy person, otherwise he would not do such a thing as eating two bowls of noodles, his stomach was about to burst, but he couldn't spare a bite for Ma Shangfeng.

After entering the door, he kicked off his cloth shoes and before he had time to change into slippers, he leaned on the back of the chair and stared at the dishes on the table.

Cao Lu felt embarrassed and couldn't hold back his face. He stood up straight, gently brushed her hand away, and said to his two disciples with a stern face:

"Don't be so rude."

"Master, I'm hungry." Xigui covered his stomach and said coquettishly.

But his ruddy complexion was not convincing at all.

On the other hand, Ma Shangfeng, whose face was as pale as a tree, was really hungry.

He slumped down on the edge of the sofa, leaned his head against the wall and groaned:

"Master, if you don't give me something to eat, I'm going to die."

Food, food, food, two gluttons.

Cao Lu was about to give him a lecture when a gurgling sound suddenly appeared in the quiet living room.

Thin Turtle: "It's not me. No, it's me. I'm really hungry."

Ma Shangfeng chuckled twice and rolled his eyes, "It's not me, my stomach has long been too hungry to growl."

Cao Lu covered his growling stomach and subconsciously looked at Zhu Jiu who was leaning against the kitchen counter watching the show.

His face was flushed red, but he was too embarrassed to say a word.

After being put in solitary confinement, he only ate a small piece of bread.

When I went to Gigi's house, I only drank milk.

After coming here, although he drank two bottles of milk this morning, he hadn't had a single bite of dry food for almost the entire day, so he must be very hungry.

Jingzhi took off the sword from his back and stood beside the sofa, then pushed his back towards the dining table.

"Sit down first, I'll make you some food."

……

The atmosphere at the table was also subtle.

While eating his rice, Xigui looked at Zhu Jiu, who looked extremely similar to his master. Could this person be his master's descendant?

He looked younger than Ma Shangfeng and was very caring towards his master's wife. The level of tacit understanding between the two made his master seem like an outsider.

The little turtle is becoming more and more confused.

At this moment, a piece of pork ribs was hanging above the bowl in the thatched cottage, and she asked with concern:

"Don't you eat meat?"

Caolu shook his head slightly and said no.

I just don't want to eat.

Only the dish of lettuce in front of her was made by her, and the other meat dishes were made by Zhu Jiu.

Zhu Jiu's look just now made him very happy.

Although he is older than Zhu Jiu, he is not infinitely tolerant.

"Then...would you like to try some spareribs? I love them. Jiu is a great cook. Would you like to try a piece?"

Zhu Jiu said calmly, "...If you don't like it, don't force it."

Anyway, both he and Jingzhi love this dish.

Everyone has a rebellious nature.

The more you don't want me to eat it, the more I will have to taste the saltiness.

Caolu's hand holding the bowl suddenly raised up and caught the meat on her chopsticks.

After tasting it carefully, Cao Lu looked at her seriously and replied, "It tastes very good, sour and sweet. I like it too."

Suddenly, her whole face turned red.

No matter how she listened to this sentence, she felt something was wrong.

He accidentally touched his girlfriend's thatched cottage, blinked slightly, and looked confused.

Why are you suddenly shy?

He is telling the truth.

She didn't say anything, so Cao Lu had to turn to face Zhu Jiu and praise him sincerely:

"Your cooking skills are very good. This dish is very much to my liking."

Zhu Jiu was stunned for a moment, then he lowered his head uncomfortably to drink the soup, and hummed softly.

He is so sincere, wouldn't it be too unkind of him to embarrass an old man again?

Ma Shangfeng, with his mouth full of grease, had no room to speak.

Why say so much? Just show off!