When he got home, Lin Miao, who was drowsy, fell headlong onto the bed.

It was the next afternoon when I woke up again.

Outside the house, there are sounds coming from time to time.

She pulled out her nose.

The fresh and sweet smell is a bit fishy, ​​it should be fish soup.

Grinkling sounds came from my stomach.

She turned over lazily and pressed her against the quilt.

I don't want to, but I feel even hungry.

She had to get up from the bed.

When I opened the door, the fragrance instantly blew.

My stomach suddenly screamed even louder.

Lin Miao touched her stomach and went to wash.

Luo Yan heard the movement and looked out from the kitchen.

Soon, Lin Miao came over.

"morning."

Luo Yan looked out the window.

The sun has set in the west.

Lin Miao grinned and sat down as if he didn't see it.

Luo Yan glanced at her and consciously served the fish soup.

He served another bowl of rice.

After sleeping for a whole day, Lin Miao felt that he could swallow a cow.

She couldn't wait to scoop the soup.

I almost didn't vomit it out after just entering.

"How about it?"

Luo Yan still had no expression on his face.

Only he himself knows what he feels at this moment.

"It's pretty good," I don't know how much homemade I used to swallow the soup before Lin Miao smiled dryly.

Luo Yan looked at her silently.

Suddenly I lifted it up and turned my head and poured it into the sink.

"Oh," Lin Miao wanted to stop it, but was half a beat slower.

"What a waste," she looked at the fish head hanging on the leaking water with a look of regret.

"That's hard for yourself?"

Luo Yan asked back.

"Actually, the taste is OK, but there is no cooking wine or salt," she hurriedly emphasized when Luo Yan saw him, "It's a bit light, but it's not that you can't drink it."

Luo Yan looked at her.

Didn't you put salt on your own?

It seems, it seems to be misplaced.

"I'll buy something to eat," he turned away.

"Wait," Lin Miao hurriedly grabbed him and pulled the apron that was hanging on him, obviously smaller than two sizes.

"Okay," Lin Miao looked up.

I feel cold for no reason.

She touched her arms and leaned in front of the heating.

The temperature seems not very good today.

Luo Yan glanced at her and went out.

The door was closed with no light or heavy weight, Lin Miao ran to the sink to prevent the aftermath.

Not long after, Luo Yan brought the food back.

After eating, Lin Miao was still a little tired, so he went back to continue to take a nap.

Have a good sleep.

It was already bright when I opened my eyes.

Lin Miao stretched and jumped up from the bed.

On the wall, the clock only points to six o'clock.

She pulled her pajamas, folded the quilt, and after washing, she went to the kitchen.

After a while, the fragrance filled the air.

Luo Yan was awakened by the screams of his stomach.

When I came to open the door, I heard the sound of washing up.

He walked to the dining room and saw a busy figure in the kitchen.

He curled his lips and turned to the bathroom to wash.

When he came back, Lin Miao was putting buns and side dishes on the table.

I laughed when I saw him.

"I made small bags of hot noodles and fresh meat."

Luo Yan sat down and picked up one.

"Just with the sauce," she pushed the bowl next to her.

Luo Yan looked at her.

The dark eyes seemed to absorb all the sight.

"Are you thanking yesterday?"

Lin Miao whispered, looking puzzled.

Luo Yan lowered his eyes to cover up the rising disappointment.

Lin Miao blinked and served two bowls of porridge before sitting down to eat with Luo Yan.

Luo Yan ate very quickly, and Lin Miao had just half full, so he put his chopsticks.

"Why do you eat so little?"

Lin Miao made it according to the appetite of two people.

Now, most of the buns are left.

"I'm full," Luo Yan turned to the study.

In the dining room, Lin Miao was eating slowly.

I got used to two people, but suddenly became one, and my appetite became much smaller.

She barely finished all the porridge and cleaned up the table.

Luo Yan came out of the study.

"I have something to do, go out."

Lin Miao whispered and came out of the kitchen.

"Can you come back at noon?"

"Not necessarily, don't wait for me."

Luo Yan pushed the door open and went out.

The door closed quickly.

Lin Miao stared at the door, very sure.

Luo Yan was angry.

But why is he angry?

She made breakfast as soon as she woke up, and it was his favorite meat bun.

That was much better than his bowl of fish soup.
To be continued...