2520 Cooking by Myself

As Han Zhuoli said, his finger came to her shoulder first, "Does it hurt here?"

"It hurts." Lu Man was so badly wanted by him last night, it felt like he was about to fall.

So two hands unconsciously grabbed his shoulders.

The arms were hanging, stretched, and tensed, and even the shoulders were stiff and painful.

Han Zhuoli squeezed her shoulders, and his neck relaxed.

Lu Man turned her back, and Han Zhuoli massaged her back again, and even the acupuncture points were accurate.

"The position is accurate, the strength is enough, so you are so good at massage." Lu Man relaxed all over, and her comfortable little face flushed.

"People from the Eight Great Families used to go to Lanshan University to learn one or two skills when they were young." Han Zhuoli explained with a smile, "Acupoints are also learned together naturally. Although I haven't learned any massage techniques specifically, as long as you pay attention Accurate acupuncture points, grasp the strength, and you will be fine."

After pressing it for a while, Lu Man's stomach started to growl.

Lu Mann was still lying on her stomach at the moment, but when her stomach groaned, she immediately buried her face in the fluffy and soft pillow in embarrassment.

As a result, Han Zhuoli's chuckle sounded from above.

Lu Mann showed half of her blushing face again, "I don't know who made my stomach growl?"

"I did it, I did it." Han Zhuoli said quickly, "You don't have the strength and don't want to get out of bed, so let me get you something to eat?"

Lu Man nodded obediently. Just as she was being happy, she suddenly thought of a question, "Can you cook?"

She had never seen Han Zhuoli touch the kitchen.

Aunt He was usually there, and occasionally she would cook by herself, so there was nothing wrong with Han Zhuoli.

"It shouldn't be difficult." Han Zhuoli frowned slightly, "I searched for recipes on my mobile phone. Although it's noon now, the two of us just woke up not long ago, and we can't eat any heavy food, so we will cook it for breakfast."

Han Zhuoli thought about it, breakfast is not difficult, "I should be able to do it."

"Speaking of which, I haven't eaten anything you cook yourself." Lu Man turned around expectantly, "It doesn't need to be complicated, just something simple."

Even if she wanted something complicated, Han Zhuoli wouldn't.

But Han Zhuoli was full of confidence, "Okay, leave it to me."

So Han Zhuoli got out of bed, took a shower in five minutes, put on his home clothes and went out.

Lu Man really wanted to watch it, so she made a video call with Han Zhuoli again.

It took only two seconds for the call to be made before Han Zhuoli picked it up.

Han Zhuoli's smiling face appeared on the screen, and behind him, it happened to be the background of the corridor outside.

"I just left the bedroom, so you miss me?" Han Zhuoli asked with a smile.

Lu Mann didn't deny that, wanting to watch him cook was actually a way of missing him.

"I'm in pain all over now, I don't want to go down, but I also want to see how you cook for me." Lu Man lay on his side, more comfortable.

Through the screen, Han Zhuoli saw that half of her face was squeezed, like a pig.

But Han Zhuoli said this secretly in his heart, but he didn't dare to really tell Lu Mann.

Han Zhuoli didn't realize it yet, but he had unconsciously developed bronchitis.

Hearing that Lu Mann wanted to watch her cooking live through the video, she went to the study to find the phone holder.

This was used by Lu Mann during the live video broadcast with fans before, and it just so happens that he can use it now.