After the Soft and Cute Cooking God Entangled with the Cold Academic God

The most unlucky thing that happened to Su Nuo in his life was that he was driven to his old neighborhood by his roommate because he thought the cooking smelled too bad. He also knocked over the top takeaway in the school when he opened the door. What was even more unlucky was that this aloof academic god had a stomachache after taking a bite of takeout, and the redness at the end of his eyes actually made his heart tremble. The Yangchun noodles cooked as apology became the only outside food that Lu Zhiye, who was allergic to taste, could eat for many years. So, the cold academic god handed over a "meal ticket contract": "I will provide you with competition resources, and you will cook for me every day." Su Nuo thought it was just simple mutual benefit, but she didn't expect—— In the preliminary round, the judges ridiculed him for having "simple tools". Lu Zhiye threw out a copper pot from his century-old pastry family on the spot and said with a cold face: "My pot is not worthy of his craftsmanship?" The sausage was secretly replaced in the rematch. Lu Zhiye asked him to use instant noodles to make assorted fried rice. He also clumsily carved carrot flowers and arranged them on the plate, coaxing in a low voice: "Your home-cooked taste is better than any delicacies from the mountains and seas." He relied on his connections to spread rumors about Xie Hua. Lu Zhiye showed off the contract in public in the cafeteria and exposed evidence of plagiarism, and protected him behind him: "My people, it is not the turn of others to make irresponsible remarks." From the campus food competition to the national chain, from a bowl of Yangchun noodles to two-flavored dumplings, Su Nuo gradually discovered that this life-wasting god had already engraved his preferences in his bones - remembering that he did not eat onions, ginger, and garlic, he helped him occupy the front row of the cooking class, and even used recipes handed down from his grandmother as bait when he proposed. "Lu Zhiye, when did you start liking me?" Lu Zhiye hugged him from behind while he was cooking sausages and rice, resting his chin on the top of his hair: "From the day I ate the noodles you made for the first time and my stomach didn't hurt."