At the ti, she just thought it was inconvenient to carry so many bags, so she casually asked the salesperson for a big bag to put everything together, without realizing that Lu Jing would notice this.
Now, with Lu Jing confidently guessing who she went shopping with, Zhang Lingying inexplicably felt guilty, but then she thought sothing was off.
What’s the big deal about shopping with Leng Jian? Why should she be afraid of Lu Jing knowing?
Zhang Lingying instinctively didn’t want to explain this issue, so she casually asked, "Have you eaten?"
"No appetite." Lu Jing didn’t continue to ask who she was with today, turning his head to keep staring out the window.
Zhang Lingying: "..."
If he doesn’t want to talk, fine, it’s not like she’s the one going hungry.
Zhang Lingying was just about to turn back to her room when she heard Lu Jing’s voice, eerily saying, "You can’t learn how to love soone just by watching romance movies."
Zhang Lingying whipped her head around, staring at Lu Jing as if she’d seen a ghost: "..."
Lu Jing shrugged nonchalantly, pointing to the DVDs on the TV cabinet. Those were classic movies recomnded by netizens, and she’d been studying them tirelessly for days, now all exposed to Lu Jing’s eyes.
No wonder he knew what she had been up to these days.
Not a Mind Reading Technique.
Zhang Lingying suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, then thought of sothing that made her cheeks blush involuntarily.
Locking herself in a room to study romance movies, how embarrassing, and now she’s even been caught...
"Who said I want to learn how to date? I’m just curious, can’t I watch?" Zhang Lingying stiffened her neck, trying to justify herself.
"Oh." For once, Lu Jing was easy to talk to, glancing at her without continuing to mock.
But in the next second, he leisurely added, "If you cook a bowl of noodles, I might consider teaching you."
"Didn’t you say you had no appetite?" Zhang Lingying eyed him suspiciously, as if she couldn’t understand how soone could be so inconsistent.
Lu Jing didn’t care at all, "I wasn’t hungry a mont ago, now I am."
Zhang Lingying: "..."
She inexplicably felt like he was mocking her, like her foolishness made his al more enjoyable?
"I can’t cook." Zhang Lingying gritted her teeth aggressively, lying through her teeth.
She originally thought Lu Jing would certainly expose her lie, but he accepted her excuse calmly, stood up from the floor, and asked her, "Are there any ingredients in the fridge?"
Without waiting for her reply, he’d already gone into the kitchen to check.
Finally, he pulled out the few eggs and tomatoes from the fridge.
"Do you have any noodles at ho?"
"In the storage cabinet, the one right in front of you." Zhang Lingying followed him, pointing out the location, and then watched as Lu Jing started handling the ingredients in front of her with practiced ease.
His movents were swift, with no hesitation whether cutting or cooking the noodles.
No matter how it tastes, at least it looked pleasant enough.
"You know how to cook?" Zhang Lingying asked impulsively.
Logically, the Lu family was a notable family; it wouldn’t make sense not to have servants in the villa.
And since Lu Jing usually has to manage Re Group, he didn’t seem the type to cook himself.
Hearing her words, Lu Jing paused his chopping of the tomatoes for a mont, a shadow flickered in his eyes then disappeared, "I cook occasionally."
The Lu family is not the sa as the Qin family.
Though Qin Nanyu was raised by his grandfather, his grandfather adored him.
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