The servantsâ eyes widened when they heard Xu Xingheâs bold suggestion. While shocked, they couldnât help but admire his bizarre and outrageous idea.
Ling Changfeng kept a straight face and did not speak.
But that expression was clearly asking âwhy donât I have a shareâ.
Xu Xinghe felt the low air pressure vaguely surrounding him, and shrank back with some guilt.
But after thinking about it â he didnât promise to prepare dinner for Ling Changfeng! Whatâs the point of feeling guilty?
So he straightened my chest and planned to fight.
âYou didnât say you planned to come back for dinner. And even if you did, I didnât promise to cook for you!â Xu Xinghe said confidently.
Hearing these words, Ling Changfeng looked at him, and looked at the servants behind him.
Ice-spring-like cold gazes swept across the servants in turn, making several people shudder.
In the end, his eyes fell back to Xu Xinghe.
Xu Xinghe pondered for a while, feeling as if he understood his emotions: âAre you trying to ask why they all had a portion but you donât?â
The servants behind him: â???â
Ling Changfeng: ââŠâ
He denied this statement: âNo.â
Itâs true that Marshal Ling felt this way, but itâs absolutely impossible for him to admit it.
The servants came back to their senses as if they had just woken up from a dream, and all felt like their lives were in danger.
Donât dare next time! Let us go!
Ling Changfeng looked at Xu Xinghe and said blankly, âI was thinking, although you use my kitchen, my ingredients, and my people, you didnât leave me a share.â
Xu Xinghe: ââŠâ
Damn! Isnât it just some dried scallops, scallops, mussels, abalone, squid, and salmon!
As an alpha, how can you be so pretentious??
But after all, he canât say he didnât eat it. Xu Xinghe finally decided to take two steps back to ease the situation. âYou didnât say when youâre coming back. This kind of seafood will not taste good when itâs cold, so I shared it with everyone first. âŠbesides, youâve never been interested in food?â
Unfortunately, Ling Changfeng refused to step down. Raising his eyebrows slightly, he slowly asked: âWhen did I ever say Iâm not interested in eating?â
Xu Xinghe: ââŠâ
Are you starting to speak nonsense with your eyes open?
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Xu Xinghe gritted his teeth and said, âDonât you take nutritional supplements three times a day?â
Ling Changfeng said lightly, âThat was the past.â
Xu Xinghe sneered: âThen when did you start changing your taste?â
Ling Changfeng: âToday.â
Xu Xinghe: ââŠâ
He felt that even if he entangled with Ling Changfeng longer, there still wouldnât be any result.
But then again, why did Marshal Ling suddenly hold a grudge just for a bite?
Xu Xinghe thought about it, and attributed it to an alphaâs self-esteem.
After all, his subordinates ate some, but he didnât. Isnât this shameful?
So Chef Xu showed his kindness and decided to protect Marshal Lingâs face in a small way.
He patted his chest generously: âThen next time I cook, Iâll save a portion for you.â
After a pause, he added: âWhat about tomorrow, will you be at home tomorrow night?â
ââŠâ Ling Changfeng, who was silent for two seconds, replied, âI have something tomorrow night, and canât come back.â
Xu Xinghe could only spread his hands in resignation. âOkay, then Iâll make some for you tomorrow and leave it in the refrigerator.â
His tone was relaxed, and didnât care much.
Ling Changfeng was very concerned.
He is not obsessed with mountain delicacies2as in rare or good food, or even Xu Xingheâs cooking skills.
He just wanted to have dinner with his little spouse.
From this point of view, cold food stored in the refrigerator is actually no different from his usual nutritional supplements.
For the first time in history, Marshal Ling began to wonder if his schedule was too full.
Even for a moment, he subtly realized a dilemma that one cannot balance family and career.
But he didnât feel distressed facing this dilemma, but felt some joy in this pain â
Heâs now a married person.
âNext time. Iâll be at home next time.â
After Ling Changfeng finished speaking, he turned around and planned to go back upstairs to change his clothes.
Just after walking two steps, he suddenly stopped at his feet, turned around to face Xu Xinghe, and asked, âAre you tired from making so much food?â
Tired! That is quite tiring!
Although Chef Xu instructed others to complete the preparatory work, he cooked the two large pots of seafood himself. It took a lot of effort to cook so many ingredients. He even suspected that his arms would be sore when he woke up tomorrow.
Xu Xinghe described in detail the efforts he made to cook. Marshal Ling nodded after listening, and then said to him earnestly: âSince youâre so tired, donât make so much next time. Just make two personâs worth, okay?â
Xu Xinghe: â?â
That night, Xu Xinghe took a comfortable bath in the jacuzzi and enjoyed the automatic massage. When he came out of the bathroom, thinking that he had finally ended the busy day and could have a good rest, the bedroom doorbell rang.
As soon as Xu Xinghe saw the surveillance camera, his whole body felt bad.
Why is Ling Changfeng here?!
Ever since the fact that Ling Changfeng could evade the mastermindâs monitoring and they donât have to share a bed was exposed, they hadnât shared a bed for a while.
âExcept for the extreme case of being drunk last night.
Therefore, he hadnât seen Ling Changfeng outside his room for a long time.
Xu Xinghe: ââŠâ I donât really want to open the door.
He stepped forward and asked into the monitoring microphone. âItâs so late, whatâs the matter?â
The person outside the door paused and said lightly, âYou open the door first, and Iâll tell you when I go in.â
Xu Xinghe suddenly became more alert. âWhatâs the matter? Iâve changed clothes and am about to rest. Why donât you talk here?â
Ling Changfeng took a step back unhurriedly, looked at the camera, and said, âAre you sure you want me to say it here?â
Even through the screen, Xu Xinghe felt a little numb at the mismatched gaze: âJust say it here!â
âAfter you got drunk last night, hugged my arm saying you want to sleep with me every night from now onâŠâ Before he could finish the words, the door was manually pulled open, and a supple, white arm stretched out, grabbed his wrist, and dragged him inside.
Actually, Xu Xinghe couldnât pull him with his strength, but Marshal Ling didnât resist at all and let Xu Xinghe pull him inside.
Inside the house, Xu Xingheâs face was a little red. He didnât know whether it was because he had just taken a shower or something else.
âHow can you say something like this at the door!â
He exploded the thorns all over his body like a surly little hedgehog.
â Full of pink thorns.
Marshal Lingâs eyes swirled around Xu Xinghe inadvertently.
His little spouse is tall and thin, seeming quite unassuming. At this moment, the thin arms and wrists were exposed from the loose bathrobe, swaying, and the originally fair skin was steamed into a faint peach pink.
Ling Changfeng admired it for a few seconds, then lowered his eyes lightly: âDidnât you ask me to speak at the door?â
Xu Xinghe: ââŠâ
This guy definitely did it on purpose!
âWhat I said last night, no matter what it is, doesnât count! Donât mention it again in the future!â Xu Xinghe said angrily.
Ling Changfeng looked at his blushing face, and his nose suddenly moved slightly.
It was as if I saw a fragrant flower trembling on the branches.
He took time to ask: âWhy?â
Xu Xinghe: ââŠâ
Why are you asking?! Of course itâs because itâs too damn embarrassing!
âAnyway, this matter is finished!â
Ling Changfeng stood still in the center of the house, looking both strict and calm.
A pair of mismatched pupils looked at him. A faint smile seemed to flash in those eyes, but the tone was still calm: âJust because you say itâs over, itâs over?â
Xu Xinghe gritted his teeth and said, âWhat else do you want?â
Ling Changfeng thought for a moment, then suddenly took two steps forward and said to Xu Xinghe in a low voice: âWhereâs my hush money?â
The continuation of XXHâs drunken actions. I almost feel secondhand embarrassment for the poor guy.
P.S. This and the next are separate chapters in the original; just titled the same.
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1rhetorical questions he wants to ask LCFâs whoâs speaking inexplicable words2as in rare or good food