Chapter 933: There Are Wind Chimes in the South, and Hengmu in the North (One Hundred and Ninety-Six)

Seeing Feng Ling start stuffing mouthfuls one after another, it was as if he had never eaten in eight hundred lifetimes.

Li Nanheng looked at her with self-doubt: "Delicious?"

"Well, it's delicious." Feng Ling looked up at him, laughed while eating, and nodded subconsciously to prove what he said was true.

Li Nanheng didn't say any more until Feng Ling was almost finished eating. Seeing that she ate very quickly, could it be that it was really delicious?

He suddenly picked up the chopsticks and put a mouthful of rice into his mouth.

""The rice has less water and is very hard.

The man picked up another bite of food and put it in his mouth.

""

Seeing Li Nanheng's darkened expression, Feng Ling didn't look at him again, but just lowered his head and continued eating on his own.

The man didn't try to stop her from deliberately "applauding", but said indifferently: "Forget it, let's order takeaway next time."

Feng Ling put down the bowl: "Actually, it's really not bad."

Li Nanheng sneered: "Stop flattering."

In fact, ordering takeaway is indeed better. After all, this is obviously the first time for Boss Li to cook. Both dishes are extremely salty. I don’t know how much seasoning and salt are put in. I can only say that I am lucky. It's overcooked, even a bit overcooked, but it won't spoil the stomach after all.

But Feng Ling has a strong desire to survive at present, and he still said: "Look, I'm almost eating up, boss, as long as you can eat enough, don't be so picky."

Li Nanheng glanced at her coldly: "You think I'm you? Can you eat any sour wild fruit in the jungle?" Having said that, he suddenly looked at her seriously: "So you Could it be that you could eat raw meat when you were a child? Otherwise, how on earth could you swallow the things I made?"

Feng Ling: ""

Looking at each other, she stared at him speechlessly for a long while, and then looked at the home clothes on the man. At this moment, in such a place, far away from the base, far away from so many troubles, it was only in this tranquility that she realized that Boss Li has a certain temper that belongs only to the dudes of the aristocratic family. It is not bad, but it is domineering and impolite.

After all, he is still the young master of the Li family. He has taken off the military uniform of the base. In fact, this man is just a pure Li Nanheng.

Feng Ling didn't know why he was thinking of these things now,

But looking into his dark eyes, he still answered truthfully: "I have never eaten raw meat, I can't eat it, I remember when I was very young, the she-wolf who fed me took that kind of meat that was torn off from some kind of beast. The raw meat was given to me, and I threw up when I saw the bloody thing, and I couldn’t eat it at all.”

Li Nanheng glanced at Feng Ling's fair face: "So how did you survive?"

"Eating wild fruits, or relying on the instinct of survival to find some edible weeds and vegetables nearby, as well as the "milk" of the female wolf, in short, I lived to about five years old. I was very thin when I was taken out of the jungle." As she spoke, she took another bite of food and put it into the bowl in front of her: "So for me, it's enough to have hot food. I'm not picky."

Feng Ling's eyes were calm and calm, and before Li Nanheng had time to feel sorry for her childhood experience, those superfluous thoughts were erased by her calm eyes.

Everyone's experience is different. Although such an experience is indeed too difficult for a little girl, if it weren't for this, she would not have sneaked into the base by chance, nor would she have stayed here and been He found.

Or maybe it was the first time in Li Nanheng's life that she didn't have so much courage to imagine how she survived the five years in the jungle.

Such a small, such a small girl.

After Feng Ling ate up all the food, he put down the bowl and chopsticks, raised his eyes and saw that Li Nanheng had been looking at her, but he didn't say anything more, she looked back at him: "Boss, I ate all the food, you If you are hungry, just order your takeaway, I am already full."

Li Nanheng glanced at the empty bowl in front of her, and couldn't tell whether he should feel sorry for her for really eating it, or laugh at her for being so upright that she really ate it all.

He hooked his lips, and suddenly said, "Do you want to see the apartment I bought with your money?"

Feng Ling almost forgot about it, and subconsciously asked, "Where is it?"

"Downstairs here is the same size and layout as mine. I'm not sure what kind of decoration style you like. It would be too troublesome to decorate in the future, so I only made simple decoration and it's not suitable to live in right now. .”

Feng Ling's eyes paused for a moment, and then turned around in a blink of an eye.

If it is the same size and the same pattern

At the beginning, Li Nanheng said that he used her money to help her buy a small apartment.

But his place must be at least two hundred square meters, and it is a duplex. Although she didn't pay much attention, she also saw that there was a staircase over there to go up, so it would be at least three to four hundred square meters.

If it is the same, is this still a "small" apartment?

Feng Ling didn't know how much it would cost to buy an apartment here in Los Angeles, and he didn't know which street it was on, but he felt that the place where Boss Li could live would definitely not be cheap.

She wanted to ask how much the apartment he bought for her cost, but the man got up to answer the phone.

Seeing Boss Li's back when he got up to answer the phone, Feng Ling glanced at the empty bowls and chopsticks on the table, picked them up and went straight into the kitchen.

After Li Nanheng hung up the phone, he heard the sound of water coming from the kitchen, and seeing that Feng Ling was no longer at the dining table, he guessed what she was doing, turned around and walked in, with his tall and tall body leaning against the door, looking at the Feng Ling was standing by the sink washing the dishes.

"Put it there, don't wash it." A man's voice came.

As if Feng Ling didn't hear it, he was still scrubbing the bowl in his hand seriously.

Seeing that she insisted on washing, Li Nanheng walked over with a slight sigh: "There is a dishwasher, put it in there."

Only then did Feng Ling see the dishwasher on the cabinet next to him. After a pause, he lowered his head and continued to wash: "It's okay, there are only two or three bowls, just wash it once."

The man stretched out his hand at this moment, took away the bowl in her hand under the running water, and put it aside again: "You are injured now, you can either go back to bed to sleep, or go to the sofa to rest, there is no need to do anything .”

Feng Ling's hands were empty, and looking at the bowls and chopsticks that were a little farther away, he had no choice but to shake off the water under his hands, and didn't insist anymore, turned around and walked out with an "oh".

Not long after, Li Nanheng walked out of the kitchen, and saw Feng Ling standing in front of the French windows in the living room, with his hand lightly pressed against the window, watching the passing vehicles and pedestrians downstairs.

This is the tenth floor, not so high that you can't see the road clearly, but it is also very high, and you can see very far.

She didn't know which road it was, but judging from the nearby construction facilities, it should not be far from the city center.