Chapter 77: It smells so good~

"I just got here and I'm still unfamiliar with it..." Fang Ling thought about it but still felt that it was not a good idea.

Although she is my senior, we have only met for a short while and have only had contact because of joining the team and providing treatment.

We are complete strangers and I don't even know how to start a conversation.

"It's better to be a stranger. It's useless to be an acquaintance." Qin Ming nodded vigorously.

Is that so?

Fang Ling roughly understood it.

Because they are acquaintances, I subconsciously feel a sense of security, which makes me even sadder.

Will she be strong in front of strangers?

"And it would be best if you could comfort her. She was born a beggar and has come all alone to this day. It's very inspiring. The same lonely experience may inspire her."

The situation was urgent, but Qin Ming still considered a lot of things.

Letting Fang Ling try to explain may seem a bit abrupt at first glance, but there is actually a reason for it.

There are not many people in the academy that Ye Lingling is slightly familiar with, and they are all in the team.

However, they all have happy families. Even Dugu Yan, whose parents have both passed away, is loved by her Titled Douluo grandfather.

Only Fang Ling!

The newcomer Fang Ling was born into a poor family as a beggar. He had a broken leg since childhood and had a tragic life experience, but his behavior was inspiring and he had a strong will.

Having come to this point all alone, his identity, experience and youthful and sunny temperament are most suitable to comfort Ye Lingling.

Fang Ling pondered for a moment and felt that Qin Ming was right.

Although Ye Lingling's situation is a bit strange and she is not familiar with the place at all because she just arrived, it is indeed a good idea to take this opportunity to get in touch with her.

According to the original plan, she had no intention of committing suicide, so nothing should happen to her as soon as he arrived.

I was thinking about how to start.

Fang Ling's stomach suddenly made a gurgling sound.

After running all morning, even he was hungry.

When you are hungry, you should eat.

There is a way!

Fang Ling's expression was a little strange, and then he jumped down from the tree under the gaze of the two people.

Then he quickly walked to the upwind side of Ye Lingling and started cooking.

Fang Ling ignored her and let her cry.

Various spices were brought out.

Because the Frost Ring has a built-in refrigerator effect, he considered integrating into the group and specially prepared a large number of fresh ingredients before coming to the academy.

Although Ye Lingling was crying, the sudden arrival of someone still distracted her a little and made her pay attention.

The new junior, what is he doing?

She saw Fang Ling chop the trees with his martial spirit, take out a table and a few pots from his ring, cut vegetables, chop meat, and cook...

A raging flame rose.

The movements are smooth and the process is pleasing to the eye.

Soon, a plate of food that whets one's appetite just by smelling it was picked up by him in one hand.

Walking closer with the plate in hand, Ye Lingling was tempted by the aroma. Her taste buds began to stir. Her mouth began to secrete saliva involuntarily, and her stomach began to growl.

She instantly covered her stomach with her cheeks flushed, her eyes still a little swollen, the black veil was wet with tears and stuck to her cheeks, "We are familiar with each other? What are you doing here?"

The voice was cold.

Fang Ling said gently: "Senior sister, do you want to eat?"

Ye Lingling lowered her head and wiped her face with a towel. She put on a new black veil before raising her head. Her voice was thick with nasal tones, making it a little more adorable:

"Huh~ Teacher, are they asking you to enlighten me again?"

After running so far, she was indeed a little hungry, but her stubbornness and self-esteem made it difficult for her to bow her head easily.

"Go away. I feel sick now and don't want to eat anything."

"Really not eating?"

Fang Ling deliberately whispered in her ear, as if to comfort her: "It's not too late to cry after you eat. You ran so far, you must be hungry, right?"

"Hmph!" Ye Lingling was so angry that she made up her mind and turned her head away.

Fang Ling shook his head slightly. It was no wonder that he was being blamed. He thought to himself: If you don't eat, I will!

He picked up the chopsticks and immediately began to taste the food in his hand with relish.

Every chewing movement is as slow as possible, appearing so elegant and satisfying.

The tempting aroma slowly drifted away, accompanied by the subtle chewing sounds, like an invisible silk thread, tightly wrapping around Ye Lingling's various senses, making her feel itchy.

Damn Fang Ling, did he do this on purpose?

Ye Lingling had run many laps and was already very tired. She knelt on the ground, her hunger suddenly aroused, and she couldn't help but curse inwardly.

It smells delicious and I really want to eat it.

As soon as the thought came to her mind, she slapped herself in the face again.

Ye Lingling, what are you thinking about?

How can you be seduced like this?

The aroma rushed into her nose, the chewing sound caused her saliva to begin to secrete a lot, and her stomach was rumbling.

Everything was inviting her to join this feast for her taste buds.

Turning her head slightly, she caught every detail of the enjoyment on Fang Ling's face.

The desire for food and the meaningless persistence in my heart began to fight fiercely.

In the end, the desire to eat delicious food quickly prevailed slightly.

Deliberately ignoring the words she had said before about not wanting to eat, Ye Lingling slowly stretched out her hand and said in a whisper: "I want to eat too."

The action was still somewhat hesitant.

Fang Ling just chuckled and handed over the dishes and chopsticks, with a hint of teasing in his eyes, as if he had already expected her to make such a choice.

How could it not be?

The Emperor Zhenxiang will punish every dishonest person.

Ye Lingling controlled the chopsticks with her slender fingers and easily picked up a piece of tender meat.

After a slight hesitation, she lifted her veil and blew on it, then slightly opened her red lips and slowly put it into her mouth.

The slice of meat touched her sensitive tongue tip, and a complex and wonderful taste of saltiness and slight sweetness instantly bloomed.

This is the harmony of clear mountain springs and the warm spring sun, with a subtle hint of spiciness, gently teasing every nerve ending of the taste buds.

It not only satisfies the taste buds, but also comforts the soul.

All the worries and sorrows disappeared.

"It smells so good~"

Ye Lingling admired from the bottom of her heart, thought for a moment, and then took off her veil.

Beneath it was a cheek as pink as a newly blossomed peach, the skin as delicate as porcelain, like the most tender petals in the morning dew light.

The watery blue eyes are affectionate and charming.

I just cried, of course I'm beautiful, and the traces of my tears are still there.

After picking it, she immediately began to eat it in small bites.

Fang Ling felt relaxed and at ease.

Prepare her meal and serve her some good soup, and then eat together.

After eating, Ye Lingling stopped crying. Delicious food can really soothe the pain in her heart.

With a hint of satisfaction, she wiped her mouth with a handkerchief and asked in confusion, "Why did the teachers ask you to come here?"

"You know you can cook, and you carry all kinds of tools and prepared ingredients with you?"

"Your cooking is indeed delicious, better than the ones in the academy."

Ye Lingling admitted this.

Fang Ling shook his head: "No, I think it's simply because of my past identity."

"identity?"

"Ah." He said in a low voice, "I was a little beggar before I became a soul master. I broke my leg by myself."

"Ah?" Ye Lingling was stunned for a moment.

"How...how is it possible? A broken leg, such an injury, how?"

"Maybe many people died, but I am still alive."

(End of this chapter)