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Xiao Fan suddenly felt that this little maid wasn't so appealing anymore.

She couldn't even do a small thing well.

"Uh… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to just now."

Zhao Jing pulled a tissue from the table, bent down, and wiped the water from Xiao Fan's mouth.

Hiss!

Xiao Fan gasped.

Could this be seen without a membership?

Sure enough, steamed buns and the like were still very fragrant.

Xiao Fan retracted the thought he just had without thinking.

If she couldn't do it, she could practice; no one was good at it from the start.

"Comfortable~"

Xiao Fan lay on the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief.

To his surprise, Zhao Jing's massage technique was actually excellent.

It was even better than Red Romance's 007's technique.

"How are you so good at this? Did you learn it before?"

"Cultivating martial arts, I understand the various acupuncture points."

After the massage, Zhao Jing stood up, her cheeks flushed with an unusual blush.

Just now, while Xiao Fan was getting his massage, his hand kept accidentally touching her leg.

Each time she wanted to say something, Xiao Fan would pull his hand back.

This happened repeatedly, and now she felt a bit afraid seeing Xiao Fan.

That feeling just now made her feel very strange; her heart rate had sped up considerably.

Was this really cultivation?

Zhao Jing kept asking herself inwardly.

Just then, Xiao Fan's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"I'm going to sleep, go warm up my bed for me."

This was also one of the unequal terms between them.

Xiao Fan also wanted to experience the taste of corruption and dabble in society's bad habits.

He couldn't get such treatment at home.

Hearing Xiao Fan's words, even though Zhao Jing was inexperienced, her face couldn't help but feel hot.

I hope you're not lying to me, otherwise… Zhao Jing thought to herself.

Then she walked into Xiao Fan's bedroom, pulled back the covers, and lay down.

Xiao Fan lay on the sofa for a few minutes before walking into the bedroom.

"Get out, I'm going to sleep."

Zhao Jing felt relieved, quickly and gently pulled back the covers, and got out of bed.

"Close the door on your way out, don't call me unless it's important, I like to sleep until I wake up naturally."

Saying this, Xiao Fan pulled back the covers and lay down.

"Okay."

Zhao Jing responded and walked out without looking back.

When she reached the door, she gently closed it.

"This is life, so comfortable."

The bed was warm and filled with a unique fragrance.

Chapter 88: Chef God Zhao Jing

The smell was very pleasant, and Xiao Fan quickly fell asleep… until some time later… a burnt smell drifted in.

"Holy crap? Is it on fire?"

Xiao Fan quickly got out of bed.

After opening the door, a thick black smoke filled the entire villa.

In the black smoke, a figure was busy with a pot.

Inside was a steak, fried beyond recognition… And besides the steak, there was a pile of black things on the plate outside.

Xiao Fan couldn't even distinguish what they were.

It was great… my foot!

"How about you just don't cook anymore?"

Xiao Fan looked at Zhao Jing, who was operating like a tiger, and rubbed his forehead helplessly.

Who would understand? She didn't use oil or water when cooking, and she didn't even turn on the range hood.

"Young Master, you're here, would you like to try the dishes I made?"

Zhao Jing was clearly still unaware, instead, she walked up to Xiao Fan with the pot.

"Have you eaten it yourself?"

Looking at the steak, which was blacker than ink, Xiao Fan's face was covered in black lines.

He even suspected that Zhao Jing was deliberately trying to get revenge on him.

"No, didn't Young Master say not to use chopsticks before you?"

Zhao Jing blinked, seemingly a bit confused as to why Xiao Fan would ask that.

"I'll allow you to eat first now, you try it."

Xiao Fan felt it was necessary for Zhao Jing to recognize her own cooking skills, which would be good for her and for him.

It was a good thing for both of them.

Zhao Jing picked up her chopsticks, grabbed the steak, and took a small bite.

With a "clatter."

The pot fell to the ground in response.

Zhao Jing's face alternated between green and pale.

Water!

Zhao Jing ran to the kitchen, turned on the faucet, and gargled.

Bitter! It was simply too bitter!

Zhao Jing felt that all the bitterness she had tasted in her twenty years combined.

Was nothing compared to this piece of steak.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner!"

Having recovered, Zhao Jing looked indignantly at Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan clearly knew everything but didn't tell her, which was simply too much!

Xiao Fan shrugged, "What did I say? Isn't this your own good cooking?"

"It's a miracle I haven't accused you of attempted murder."

"You!"

Zhao Jing glared fiercely at Xiao Fan; she had put so much effort into learning to cook.

Only to be met with Xiao Fan's mockery.

Even though she had special feelings for Xiao Fan, she couldn't help but feel a little angry.

"Alright, alright, don't look at me like that.

I'll cook later and show you what a chef god is."

"You just boast."

Hearing Xiao Fan's words, Zhao Jing sneered inwardly.

She admitted that what she made was indeed very unpalatable.