"Didn't Bai Bai see it long ago?" Ji Baimo's lips were full of smiles. His amber eyes looked even more gentle and passionate under the glasses with golden wire frames. Ji Baimo's appearance was extremely outstanding. When the peach blossom eyes rose up, they looked like a frivolous noble man, with peach blossoms flooding, but when the peach blossom eyes were just staring at others normally, it would give people a feeling of affection at the end of the eyes, gentle enough to make them suffocate.

"I'm already a vain person. I won't admit my account after eating it all in vain. I don't remember it." Ji Baimo said again to Yan Bai's ear, as if to make Yan Bai remember what he felt at that time. His hand was on Yan Bai's back. He clearly remembered where Yan Bai was more sensitive to, and clearly remembered...every part of Yan Bai's body.

Yan Bai's face was fiddling with Ji Baimo's hand, and it finally faded away, but now it appeared again. She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her lips were pursed tightly.

"Did Bai Bai remember now? Bai Bai untied my clothes with his own hands just now, right?" Ji Bai Mo spoke, stretched out and touched Yan Bai's cheeks with both hands. Ji Bai Mo's palms were relatively cold, so when he touched like this, it just reduced the temperature of Yan Bai's face.

Yan Bai naturally remembered it. She got up and walked straight to the kitchen, while Ji Baimo followed closely behind.

Ji Baimo knew how to tease people at the right time. He looked at Yan Bai's ears with a little red tip and chose not to mention what happened just now.

The kitchen is cleaned up, and now the tomato beef brisket is still stewed in the casserole, giving off a burst of fragrance.

There were still a few pieces of pork belly with fat and thinness left on the display board. Yan Bai stood in front of the cutting board and raised the kitchen knife in his hand neatly. His movements were extremely standardized, and he even cut the pork belly into meat of the same size and thickness like obsessive-compulsive disorder. He looked at it together. If this was not a kitchen, he almost thought that his host was dissecting an unknown object.

Every time I see my host picking up a knife to cut something, 114 always has the illusion of honey, thinking that my host is dissecting a small class.

Yan Bai's movements were very straightforward and neat, and she seemed to be a skilled expert in the kitchen. Until all the ingredients were prepared, Yan Bai was in trouble with the cut pork belly and various onions, ginger and garlic ingredients on the cutting board.

My eyes skipped over oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, etc., as if I was calculating the dosage, the time to put it down, the order of put it down, etc. It didn't look like I was preparing to cook, but it was like... preparing to solve some difficult math problems.

"Give me your hand." Ji Baimo approached Yan Bai's back and finally couldn't help but take action. He reached out and held Yan Bai's hand, wrapped Yan Bai's hand in his palm. He raised the corners of his lips, his voice was low and hoarse. He grabbed Yan Bai's hand, and then taught Yan Bai step by step.

Turn on the gas stove and pour an appropriate amount of oil into the pot. There was no finely calculated dose. Ji Baimo almost grabbed Yan Bai's hand like this, teaching Yan Bai step by step like an adult teaching a child. Yan Bai also learned very seriously until... Finally, the fragrant braised pork was out of the pot.
Chapter completed!