Of course, Bei Mingao's personal cooking in the Xiao Mansion is also a secret, and not everyone can know it.

Because the relationship between Beiming Ao and Xiao Ye is a secret.

Absolutely no one should know.

Anyone who knows this is absolutely loyal to Beiming Ao.

Or his secret guard.

At this time, the Xiao Mansion's small kitchen was emptied out, and several guards were stationed outside. They all had ruthless faces and acted as if strangers should not approach.

Leng Qianqian, on the other hand, sipped her tea and squinted her eyes.

Now she didn't have to think about her own safety, let alone Chu Jiuchen's feelings, so her mind was filled with Bei Ming'ao, and she was actually thinking about what the unworldly Bei Ming'ao looked like when he was cooking.

A gentleman is far away from the kitchen, especially an aloof and arrogant person like Bei Mingao, who must be very impactful in the kitchen.

If it were modern times, a photo posted on WeChat would definitely become famous all over the internet.

You must know that Bei Mingao's face can definitely destroy heaven and earth. It is suitable for both men and women, young and old.

Not just handsome, but also full of masculinity, more beautiful than women and more handsome than men.

While Leng Qianqian was thinking wildly, Bei Ming'ao was also working hard in the kitchen. However, no matter what he did, he always had that proud figure, even when cooking.

There was no rush at all.

Half an hour later, Leng Qianqian saw the sumptuous dinner served by the servants.

Not only was it rich, but it was also delicious and delicious, making Leng Qianqian have an appetite all of a sudden.

Her originally depressed mood has improved a lot, and the last thing she can't refuse is delicious food.

Bei Mingao seemed to know Leng Qianqian's thoughts very well, and he served ten dishes before he stopped.

Although they were all common dishes, Leng Qianqian was slightly moved. It was not easy for a man like Bei Mingao to cook.

It was absolutely impossible for Leng Qianqian to say that he didn't care when he could prepare ten dishes at once.

Or, Beiming Ao is a person who is not good at talking, but he is definitely fast in action.

Leng Qianqian's dissatisfied mood disappeared, until he saw Bei Ming'ao, who was still unsullied, appeared, Leng Qianqian's eyes became clearer.

In fact, in modern times, she often cooked, but at that time it was good as long as she could cook the food, and every time she came out of the kitchen, she would be dirty.

Bei Mingao was wearing this black robe with dark stripes on the sleeves when he left. When he came back, he was still wearing this robe, but it was still as dry and elegant as ever.

That face still looked as if it was 2,580,000 yuan, but now Leng Qianqian looked at it, and it was much more pleasing to the eye.

Not so angry.

"You're hungry, let's do it." Bei Ming'ao still had the same virtue, as if the sky would fall if he said just one more word.

As he spoke, he picked up a dish with chopsticks, hesitated for a moment, and put it into Leng Qianqian's bowl: "I... made it, eat more."

Leng Qianqian originally wanted to say no, but when she saw that the chopsticks in Bei Mingao's hands were still clean, she swallowed her words back.

Bowed down to eat.

There were ten kinds of dishes on the table. Leng Qianqian ordered each one and was very satisfied: "Not bad, comparable to a first-class chef."

"You like them all?" Bei Mingao only ate one dish in front of him. He is actually a very picky person. Although he went to the small kitchen to prepare this dish, it was not his favorite.

He is even more picky when it comes to food.

"It doesn't matter if you like it or not, as long as you can eat enough." Leng Qianqian said lightly. She is indeed not picky about food, she has always been like this.

Bei Ming'ao was very satisfied and raised his eyebrows: "Nothing annoying?"

Leng Qianqian shook her head, with a smile on her lips.

Although she is not picky about food, she also likes this table of dishes made by Bei Mingao. It tastes really good.

"Who do you particularly like?" Bei Mingao asked again, looking at Leng Qianqian with raised eyebrows. He was in a very good mood and his voice was soft.

He looked straight at Leng Qianqian. In fact, he was becoming more and more satisfied with Leng Qianqian.

"No." Leng Qianqian told the truth, without much emotion on his face. It was obvious that the meal was very harmonious.

Her originally troubled heart relaxed a lot, her face turned slightly red, and she was obviously very satisfied with the meal.

These words made Beiming Ao even more satisfied. He did not focus on food and drink, so that he could be self-disciplined. The most important thing was to be easy to nourish.

"However, it would be a pleasure to have such delicious meals every day." Leng Qianqian added, raising her eyebrows lightly and smiling softly.

The exquisite facial features, the cheeks like water roses, the lively eyebrows, and the princess-colored lips all made Bei Mingao intoxicated. He was not a superficial person and would never judge people by their appearance.

But Leng Qianqian's beauty still made him unable to extricate himself from it.

I couldn't bear to look away and just stared at it.

Originally, Leng Qianqian was still smiling, but Bei Mingao's eyes were so direct that she was stunned for a moment, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly: "Is there something on my face?"

As he spoke, he gently wiped it with his hand.

"No, no..." Bei Mingao quickly looked away: "Eat."

"It's inexplicable, I've been eating all the time." Leng Qianqian made a face and shrugged indifferently: "Are you afraid of cooking every day?"

"If you want to eat..." Bei Mingao subconsciously answered.

Then he coughed again: "I can cook it for you every day."

"Forget it." Leng Qianqian waved her hand: "How can I take up your precious time?"

"It doesn't matter." Bei Mingao said seriously. This was not a confession. If he cooked for Leng Qianqian every day, then their relationship would be self-evident.

It's definitely a leap forward.

It won't be as difficult as it is now.

"Well, you can go to Jinyu Restaurant every day? I can't go to Zhizi Mansion every day." Leng Qianqian still shook her head. She really wasn't picky about food.

There won’t be too many demands, and we won’t embarrass ourselves or others because of eating.

Her expression remained unchanged and her words were casual.

This is indeed a very real problem.

"Do we have to go to Jin Yu Restaurant? Lu Si is not a kind person." Bei Ming'ao frowned again and returned to this issue.

This is the point of difference between the two people.

"I don't think I asked him to buy the yard." Leng Qianqian raised her eyebrows, as if she didn't care. She also knew the details of Lu Si.

However, she knew that as long as he had three gold stars in his hand, Lu Si would not have any other ideas.

At most, they design the poison in their own hands and take possession of it.

However, Leng Qianqian didn't care, because no one could take away her poison unless she was willing to give it to her.

"I can also buy you a yard." Bei Mingao looked unhappy. He now had the urge to hit someone.

Leng Qianqian actually made him have the urge to get angry. This girl seemed to be very capable of making people angry.

"No need." Leng Qianqian waved her hand: "I can't bear it."

"Girl." Bei Mingao glared at Leng Qianqian: "Are you trying to distance yourself from our relationship?"

His voice was very soft, his tone was very gentle, and his face had no expression. The corners of his mouth were pursed slightly, and his eyes were dark and he couldn't see anything.

That look is a sign of anger. If Eucommia ulmoides and Xiao Ye were here, they would definitely find a reason to escape.

But Leng Qianqian didn't care, and just nodded thoughtfully: "You saved me this time, so I owe you a favor. As for us... we don't seem to have anything to do with each other."

Said so lightly.

His face was unmoved, calm and calm.

"You..." Bei Mingao's face turned green, and his hand held the chopsticks very hard.

"What? What does His Highness think we have to do with each other?" Leng Qianqian didn't take Bei Ming'ao's anger seriously. She was not someone to be manipulated.

When I like you, you are God; when I don't like you, you are nothing.

Even though she had not completely given up on Beiming Ao, she was confident and arrogant even when she asked Beiming Ao to take her away from the Ninth Prince's Mansion.

I won't lower my head now.

She, Leng Qianqian, is not a noble girl, but she has her own pride and her own principles.

"Okay, Leng Qianqian." Bei Mingao gritted his teeth, and his usually calm face lost control of his emotions for the first time.

Just because the person sitting in front of me is Leng Qianqian.

"Your Highness, it's not good for your liver to calm down your anger." Leng Qianqian kindly reminded: "Besides, getting angry at the dinner table will affect your appetite."

She is never generous and always takes revenge.

Of course, she has a clear distinction between grudges and grudges, repaying grudges and repaying favors. There is never any conflict between these two points.

Seeing Leng Qianqian's innocent smile from beginning to end, Bei Mingao felt very heavy in his heart. After all, he had hurt her, and he actually made her care so much.

Perhaps he was too self-centered in the past and never considered other people's feelings.
To be continued...