Back in the car, Li Nanheng glanced at Feng Ling's expression as if he was carefully treasured in his pocket, and curled his lips with satisfaction.

He raised his hand and adjusted the angle of the rearview mirror casually, then turned his eyes to see her: "It's already dark, what do you want to eat at night? Should I finish eating first and then go back to the hotel, or go back to the hotel first?"

Feng Ling came back to his senses: "Ah, it's OK."

Li Nanheng reached out and rubbed her soft hair: "What are you doing while standing there? Come back to your senses."

Feng Ling had already come to his senses, but he was still a little stunned because of the gift that suddenly fell from the sky in his pocket.

I have never received any gifts since I was a child. In the base, everyone can come out for fun even on holidays or birthdays, but it is strictly prohibited to send birthday gifts and other things. Therefore, the group of old men in the base have long been used to it and don’t give anything. They also keep their feelings in wine and drink as soon as they say they want.

Later, Feng Ling had never been too close to anyone outside in the past few years. It seemed that Ji Nuan gave her some small things, but she did not specifically hold the title of gifts, but she just stuffed some things into her hands naturally.

So it was her first time.

The first time it was so expensive.

Li Nanheng, the boss of the xi base, has broken several examples for her.

She cherished her hands and gently stroked the cold dial in her pocket. It was not until the man stopped the car at the red light and turned to look at her again that she remembered what he had just asked, and said directly: "I ate a lot at noon, and I'm not hungry yet, so I can not eat it at night."

"It's not yet five o'clock, and I'll still be hungry at night."

"Then..." Feng Ling thought for a while: "Although I have only lived in China for a few months, I still have a deep impression of some of the delicacies there, especially hot pot. Can I eat hot pot?"

Li Nanheng looked at her, looked at the time again, and did not answer immediately. Instead, he suddenly turned the car to a roundabout in front of the island in front of him and quickly drove to the road to the left until he stopped in front of a large supermarket. While signaling her to get off the car, he said: "This is Los Angeles after all. If you want to eat authentic and delicious hot pot in the United States, you need to inquire about it everywhere. What you find may not be as good as your taste. Let's buy some meat rolls, vegetables and hot pot ingredients, and cook the hot pot by yourself after returning to the wine order?"

Feng Ling didn't know that the hot pot could be cooked by himself, so he nodded happily: "Okay."

Seeing her responding at the moment, Li Nanheng had no sense of being guilty of cheating the little girl.

There is a very famous hot pot city in Los Angeles nearby. It was run by a Chinese couple, but it takes a long time to queue up. It takes at least three or four hours from the start to eat until the end.

It's dark now, Chunxiao is worth a thousand gold for a moment, and he doesn't want to waste it outside for a moment.

It’s better to cook hot pot for her in the hotel room and hold the little woman in her arms when she’s satisfied with her food. Anyway, he can start feeding himself well. These three or four hours are so precious that they must be wasted on the bed, and must not be wasted on other places.

If you really want to eat, I don’t mind taking her out for a compensation tomorrow afternoon.

This time, the goal of buying things in the supermarket was clearer. In half an hour, I bought everything and went back to the car directly. Feng Ling was really not a foodie before, but after living in China for a while, I found that I was really worried about a lot of food in China. Now, when I was in the car, I thought of hot pot when I went back later, I wanted to go to the hotel immediately.

After finally getting to the hotel, Feng Lingdian forgot all kinds of things that would happen in the hotel tonight. He didn't care about it and felt embarrassed. He took the initiative to get out of the car to help get things, carrying various vegetable rolls and so on, and his face was full of expectations.

Although Li Nanheng could no longer wait, he didn't want to let her down. After returning to the room, he asked the hotel staff to bring in the induction cooker and the newly bought pots, and finally helped her cook the hot pot.

There is no chili in the hot pot, not Sichuan flavor, but the kind of soup hot pot. However, because it is too hot and hot, Feng Ling still has red cheeks and sweat on her head. She ate while using her hands to skew the scalded mouth.

Seeing that her usual light lips were red now, Li Nanheng became more and more absent-minded in eating. Finally, he simply left her to sit here alone to eat. He got up and went straight to the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" Feng Ling saw him get up and asked subconsciously. While asking, he stuffed a piece of tofu into his mouth.

"Take a bath, you eat first."

Feng Ling nodded again.

It was not until the sound of water came from the bathroom that Feng Ling was about to continue picking up the chopsticks into the pot that he paused, as if he suddenly remembered that there was still a tough battle to fight tonight.

Just listening to the drizzling sound of water in the bathroom, the feeling of hotness on her face became even hotter. She quickly put down her chopsticks and sat on the chair for a long time. She felt that she was sweating all over her head and body after eating. However, no matter how big the suite in the hotel was, there was only one bathroom. She must be embarrassed to go in and wash with Li Nanheng. Moreover, she was already full and could not eat for a while, so she sat here like this, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom for a while, and she was a little uncomfortable.

Until Li Nanheng washed out, the man walked out of the bathroom and wore a dark blue bathrobe. The thin and cool short hair was still dripping water downwards. The water droplets rolled down from the man's chin and submerged into the loose and half-open bathrobe collar. Just as he was about to come over to light a cigarette, he saw that the induction cooker in front of Feng Ling seemed to have been shut down for a long time. Feng Ling, who was still eating just now, was sitting there and wondering what he was thinking.

The man's beautiful eyebrows moved: "Don't eat?"

"Yeah, I'm full." Feng Ling didn't even have the nerve to turn his eyes towards him when he spoke, even though she knew he was wearing a bathrobe.

"Okay, eating too much at night is not easy to digest. If you want to eat it, find time to take you out tomorrow." The man picked up the cigarette box and put it down again, looking at her deeply with his eyes.

Even though the man had not said anything and did nothing, Feng Ling couldn't resist his obviously hotter eyes, so he quickly stood up and said, "I... go take a shower too."

As he said that, without waiting for Li Nanheng to speak, he quickly got into the bathroom and closed the door again.

Hearing the sound of her locking in the bathroom door, Li Nanheng curled his lips, raised his hand and pulled his hair away, which was still dripping. Then he heard the sound of water inside and laughed.
Chapter completed!