A Niu's action of serving the rice paused for a while, and then smiled and said, "What? It tastes bad if I try it?"

Ling Luoyu took a bite of the pancake and his eyes flickered: "No, but I am used to the taste of this kind of home-cooked side dish, so why don't you...make something like a big restaurant!"

A Niu raised his head in surprise: "The taste of the big restaurant...???"

"Yes, the taste of a big restaurant!! You are all home-made dishes, I can also make them, nothing special..."

A touch of disappointment appeared in Ah Niu's eyes, and an insignificant flash quickly passed away: "What do you want to eat?"

"What to eat...I haven't eaten it anyway, so I'm curious. For example, the taste of dragon liver and phoenix brain... It's not the taste of your vegetables and mushrooms anyway..."

Ling Luoyu's chopsticks grabbed the dishes at random, turning a blind eye to Aniu's excitement.

The room fell into silence for an instant, and Ling Luoyu clearly felt the breath escaping from Aniu's body.

It was a kind of oppressive aura, somewhat tyrannical and domineering.

But that kind of breath disappeared in an instant, and when she caught it again, it had already disappeared.

Ah Niu put down his chopsticks dullly: "Those you said...I don't know how to cook...I will cook these simple dishes!!"

After a short pause, he pointed to the meal.

"The chicken and vegetables are all stolen from others, and the mushrooms are picked in the mountains... If you want to eat dragon liver and phoenix brain, I don't have that thing... and I can't make it!!"

Ling Luoyu bit the pancake, looked at him sideways, and laughed calmly.

"I thought you could do everything... Seriously, it's not uncommon for a big man to cook, but pancakes are unusual... Who taught you?"

She tugged, and then brought the topic to the person who taught him to cook.

There is an intuition in Ling Luoyu's heart that the person who taught Aniu to cook may be the center of the story.

Sure enough, Aniu's eyes would be wrong when he mentioned this person.

He sat there silently, biting the pancake in his mouth, chewing and swallowing without feeling, then biting again, chewing and swallowing again.

Ling Luoyu didn't urge, but just sat there silently eating with him, but stared at him with his eyes.

After a long time, she turned her head and whispered: "The one who taught you to cook...isn't it your wife?!"

Aniu seemed to have been touched, suddenly raised her head and looked at her eyes scorchingly.

"What do you mean??"

"It's nothing... I just think those who can cook, are all women... You can cook, you must have learned from your daughter-in-law... Why? What I said is wrong? Is it because you have no daughter-in-law, or are you not with your daughter-in-law? Learned?!"

Ling Luoyu continued following this question decisively and sharply.

Aniu's reaction proved that she was right! !

The man who taught him to cook has an absolute story.

Ah Niu's breathing gradually became rapid, and his eyes flickered slightly.

"How about you? Do you have a sweetheart?!"

Ling Luoyu raised his eyebrows indifferently, saying that your words were quite fast, and he was quite capable of climbing up the pole.

He took a sip of gruel: "Do you think someone like me...will have a sweetheart?!"

"Then how can I be your sweetheart..."

"puff!"

Ling Luoyu's mouthful of porridge, even water and rice, sprayed on Aniu's face.

"You...what did you say??"

"I said...I will be your sweetheart!!" There was rice hanging on his head, but he didn't mean to wipe it off.