TSFLIP Chapter 931

She took out the sausage and checked the expiration date on the packaging. There was still a week left, so she figured it should be fine to eat. She also took the two eggs out of the fridge and walked into the kitchen.

Ming An immediately followed her in. “Hey, kid, can you cook?”

“No.” Fengguang spat out the two words coolly. Under Ming An’s speechless gaze, she pulled out her phone, opened a browser, and searched for “eggs sausage.” Right away, instructions for stir-fried eggs with sausage popped up.

Ming An rubbed his chin and clicked his tongue twice. “So phones can be used like this…”

“What are you, a fossil?” Fengguang shot him a glance. “You don’t even know phones have a search function?”

He sighed helplessly. “I’m really bad with modern electronic devices.”

Hearing his tone reminded Fengguang of her own stubborn, old-fashioned father. Her dad wasn’t fond of phones or computers either. Maybe people from a few hundred years ago were all this slow to adapt.

Too lazy to bother with him, she first washed the pan thoroughly. Then, following the instructions on the webpage, she cracked the eggs, sliced the sausage, mixed the sausage into the beaten eggs, heated the pan and added oil, poured the mixture in all at once, cooked one side, flipped it to cook the other, and when both sides were a golden brown, broke it up and plated it successfully.

Ming An was utterly amazed by the entire sequence of actions.

Fengguang let out a smug snort at him. In truth, this was her first time cooking, and she had indeed performed a little too smoothly… but she quickly figured it out. Maybe in some other world, she’d once been a full-time housewife and gained an instinct for cooking. That had to be why she could show off like this in front of him now.

She thought about it some more and looked over at Ming An standing beside her. When he noticed her suddenly looking his way, he blinked in confusion.

She suddenly felt sorry for him—a middle-aged shut-in with poor life skills who didn’t even know how to take care of himself… no, a hopeless middle-aged shut-in.

She took out a bowl and divided the food on the plate in half, then stuffed one bowl into his hands. “Stop eating instant noodles every day. Eat something healthy once in a while.”

With that, she carried her own plate out of the kitchen. Even without rice, having some dishes was enough to fill her stomach.

Ming An watched her retreating figure. His dark, careless-looking eyes narrowed slightly, then curved upward a bit as well, and he followed her out of the kitchen.

Thanks to years of aristocratic upbringing, Fengguang displayed excellent table manners. She didn’t speak while eating and didn’t let her utensils make any noise. At a glance, she finally looked like a proper young noble lady.

Ming An was completely different. He ate, however, he pleased. At some point, a small black cat appeared with a meow and jumped onto the table. With great affection, he picked out a bit of food and placed it in front of the cat, then patted its head and said, “Xiao Hei, Xiao Hei, you’ve followed me for so many years and really suffered. Today you can finally eat something normal.”

“Hey!” Fengguang looked up at him. “Cats aren’t allowed to eat sausage!”

Ming An propped his chin on one hand and turned to look at her with a smile. “It’s fine. Xiao Hei isn’t an ordinary cat. It was raised on my blood.”

She frowned in confusion. “Raised on your blood?”