Back in the dining room, Luo Yan sat consciously in the position with a big bowl, pinched the spoon, and took a sip.

The slightly hot soup slid across the esophagus to soothe the rebellious stomach.

"Is it delicious?"

Lin Miao likes to eat this kind of soup and water, and is also very talented in this type of food.

Luo Yan nodded and lowered his head expressionlessly.

I complained in my heart that it would be great if there were Huajuan.

He glanced at the stove where the wok was only placed, and he felt deeply that she needed a steamer.

After dinner, Luo Yan kept his feet and left as usual.

Lin Miao didn't care either. After packing up, he took out the book and prepared to review it.

Near noon, the door was knocked again.

Lin Miao opened the door.

"Why don't you ask?"

Luo Yan frowned.

Lin Miao blinked.

Can she say that it feels like it is him, so it is opened?

"Give."

Luo Yan put down the things.

"What's this?"

"Can," Luo Yan sniffed, and there was no smell of food in the air.

He pursed his lips in disappointment.

Lin Miao was stunned.

What a pot to do?

Luo Yan turned around and left.

Lin Miao yelled, but saw that the door was closed on the other side.

Lin Miao couldn't, so he had to open the bag.

What is this?

Lin Miao grinned when he took out the big steamer with a cover curtain.

Such a big one, one pot is enough for five or six people to eat.

Lin Miao came to the kitchen with a steamer in his arms.

She washed it clean, she thought about it.

The wound on the knee has just scabbed, and it is inevitable that it will be pulled up and down the stairs.

And the shadow of last night was still there, and she really didn't want to go out.

It’s better to make a few steamed buns with some noodles.

She did it as soon as she wanted and quickly made the noodles.

She saved herself in the kitchen, so she washed her hands and went to the desk to continue to review.

The temperature is high in summer and the face wakes up quickly.

I recited a text, went to the kitchen, poked it, and saw that it was almost the same, so I took out the noodles and kneaded them while adding them.

I felt that my tenacity was almost over, so I became a steamed bun and placed on the cover curtain in turn.

She glanced at the time and started picking vegetables.

When she was almost busy, she looked at the little steamed bun and saw that it was so waking up, she opened fire.

Then wash and cut vegetables, wait until the steamer is gasped, and start making soup.

Before Lin Miao made soup, she liked to stir-fry the pot.

So she would open the window before moving the oil.

The smoke drifted out along the small window.

Luo Yan was watching TV and smelling the smell in the air. He got up from the sofa and came to the balcony.

In less than a minute, the smoke became smaller, and only a few strands of hot air that seemed to be present and vaguely dissipated.

Luo Yan pursed his lips and sat back on the sofa again.

Eyes staring at the door.

Time is walking minute by minute.

After almost five minutes, it was still quiet outside the door.

Luo Yan's lips gradually became pursed, and his eyes staring at the door slowly turned dark.

Yes, no one belongs to anyone.

He was really thinking too much.

Luo Yan closed his eyes, took the key, and opened the door.

But Lin Miao was standing there, holding his hands awkwardly.

"I'm going out," Lin Miao grinned and smiled dryly.

Luo Yan raised his eyebrows and had no expression on his face.

"I tried the steamer, please help me see how it is." I didn't think it was when I used it just now. Now that I saw someone, Lin Miao suddenly reflected on his face that he was too overly handsome and used it when he gave it to me.

She lowered her head and grabbed the corner of her clothes, feeling embarrassed.

Therefore, I didn't see a trace of light passing through Luo Yan's eyes.

"Okay," he said lightly, crossing Lin Miao into the house.

Lin Miao turned his head and only glanced at his back.

She hurriedly closed the door of his house and followed him back.

Close the door and Luo Yan went into the bathroom to wash his hands.

Lin Miao brought out the soup and served a bowl for each of them.

Luo Yan sat down, looked at her, and pinched the steamed bun that was only one-third the size of the current one.

"It's so convenient to eat," Lin Miao explained.

Luo Yan nodded and took a bite and only half of the steamed buns were left.

The steamed buns are just right for the time, and they are hard and time-consuming. The chewy texture is slightly sweet and chewy.

He bit hard a few times, swallowed it, and put his other half into his mouth.

Lin Miao blinked and saw him take a sip of the soup. He then took a steamed bun and bit it slowly with half the size of hers.

Luo Yan's eating speed is not slow, his movements are not rough, but instead makes people feel elegant and noble.

Soon, a plate of steamed buns was found.

When there were only two, Luo Yan stopped and started drinking the soup.

"You eat it," Lin Miao said: "I'm full."

As the master's home, it is always difficult to keep the guests hungry.

"Do you eat cat food?"

Luo Yan frowned and looked at the steamed buns she had been eating since she started fighting.

Lin Miao pursed her lips.

Who knows that he has such a big appetite?

There is no refrigerator here, so the food must be cooked just in time to avoid wasting it.

Her measurements were based on the measurements she had last night and this morning.

After Luo Yan finished speaking, seeing that Lin Miao's face was not good, he also followed the black face.

"I'm full, and you'll have the rest. Don't waste it."

Lin Miao looked down on him.

She didn't eat anything, just as she didn't eat enough.

She took a bite of the steamed bun and sipped the soup.

Luo Yan sat aside and watched her eat slowly.
To be continued...