You Are The Apple of My Eyes novel Chapter 626

The bone soup in the pot began to boil.

Michelle turned off the gas, poured the soup into a large bowl and boiled another pot of water.

"No, I can take care of small animals, but the same can't be said for plants. In high school I managed to kill a succulent plant."

"How is that even possible?" Leon was so shocked that he almost lost his balance and slid off the door frame.

What a strange girl! She couldn't even take care of a succulent plant.

He was really curious. "How did you let it die?"

"Well, I exposed it to too much ultraviolet radiation." Michelle lowered her head in embarrassment.

The water in the pot was just right and it was time to put the noodles in. They were scattered into the pot like fireworks exploding in all directions.

"So the sun killed the plant then. You really love strawberries, right? When I have time, I'll plant a field of strawberries for you," Leon said with a smile as he shook his head.

"Really?" Her eyes wide and full of expectation, she hesitated and then asked, "Leon, are you going to plant them yourself?"

He moved closer to her and gently flicked her forehead. "I will assemble some people to plant them."

"Thank you, Leon." Michelle rubbed her forehead and turned around to continue cooking her noodles.

She added some chopped onions and a couple of vegetables to the pot.

The soup smelled delicious even though it wasn't the grandest dish in the world. It was enough to get Leon's stomach grumbling. He picked up his chopsticks and ate slowly, taking a sip of the soup with a spoon occasionally.

Sitting opposite him, she watched him eating his noodles quietly.

He was an incredibly handsome man and he was a beauty in her eyes.

There were just aspects of him that were beautiful, but not exactly feminine.

His eyes, nose and mouth were all gorgeous. Beyond that, his whole figure was beautiful.

She was captivated. Michelle wanted to see him every day.

Unfortunately, she wasn't a good photographer so she just couldn't quite capture his beauty in her pictures. Eventually she decided to give up that endeavor.

If she didn't take the photos, though, she wouldn't be able to look at him every day.

She pondered whether she should just take the pictures or not.

With her head in her hands, she tried to solve her dilemma.

Facing her inquiring eyes, Leon felt a little uneasy.

Noticing her so happy and then changing to a frown, he didn't know what she was thinking about. "Michelle, are you looking at me or are you looking at the noodles you cooked?" Leon raised his head to look at her. He kept scooping noodles into his mouth and slowly chewing, waiting for her answer.

She came back to her senses and asked, "Leon, do you like the noodles? Are they delicious?"

"Not bad. The noodles are quite tasty and the soup is very nice. You really made a decent effort." He took a spoonful of soup and blew it gently before putting it into his mouth.

Michelle nodded in surprise. "Leon, you are so awesome. This soup was made with the secret recipe that my mother taught me."

"No wonder it tastes so good." When he finished eating, he wiped his mouth with a tissue and said, "Thank you for your hospitality. Michelle, you kept staring at me just now. What did you want to tell me?"

She pursed her lips and confessed, "Leon, you look beautiful. I want to look at you all the time, but my photography skills are so terrible that they don't do your good looks any justice."

"I'm here. You don't need to look at photos. If you really want to take photos of me, you can do it after you learn how to." The charming man gave her a smile.

"Okay. Looks like I have something to learn in my free time then." She reached out to take his bowl to go and wash it.

He stopped her and said, "Put it aside. I will do it myself. Just go to bed. You need to go to your class tomorrow."

She looked at him and then looked at the bowl on the table. After hesitating, she asked, "Leon, are you sure you want to wash it?"

"You cook and I wash the dishes. I think that's a reasonable split of responsibilities. Is something wrong with that? Go to sleep. Your roommate is already sleeping," Leon stood up and urged.

"Okay," she replied, but still didn't leave. She looked hesitant, as if there was something important on her mind.

Noticing her odd behavior, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Michelle bit her lower lip and asked worriedly, "Leon, did you run away from home like Nini?"

He was stunned but soon smiled. "No."

She wanted to find out what was going on but chose to swallow her words instead. Maybe it would be a bad thing to pry too much.