Song Xian and Joey are both familiar with Jiang Nanxi's kitchen. They quickly arranged the menu and started to do it.

Jiang Nanxi took the initiative to come in and help pick and wash vegetables.

Ye Jingxuan stood beside him, like a giant baby, with his hands and feet tied, feeling fresh about everything and not knowing anything.

Joey threw it to him two garlics: "Skin the garlic, will it?"

Ye Jingxuan: "It should be!"

Joey rolled his eyes and looked at Jiang Nanxi: "Did you see it? You're so weak, and I don't know what those fans like him! Alas, they were all deceived by his face! This era of looking at faces is so fucking!"

Ye Jingxuan: "Joey, you swear!"

Joey gave him a blank look: "Are you a little fairy? You'd better fly away quickly, the world is not suitable for you!"

Jiang Nanxi smiled and said, "Joey, don't always target him. Everyone's living environment is different. They are not perfect. If I hadn't left the Jiang family more than ten years ago and arrived in Tangcheng, I would have been the eldest lady who would never touch the spring water! Life would change someone, and Ye Jingxuan might have lacked opportunities!"

Joey said: "If he is like this, it's better not to get married, otherwise it will also make people tired! Xu Wenchang was diligent before and could do everything. Once he got married, he would be like an old man. Now, in order to please me, he has regained the same trick he was chasing me. This man is really boring! If you can't end up together, then don't marry him!"

He mentioned Xu Wenchang unconsciously, and Joey was full of resentment again.

Jiang Nanxi quickly interrupted: "How many dishes are you going to make? I'll prepare to put down the plate."

Joey also knew that she had made a mistake, so she started discussing with Jiang Nanxi.

An hour later, a table of delicious and delicious meals were served.

Jiang Xiaolang and Xu Qiaoqiao also woke up. Jiang Nanxi asked them to wash their hands and sit at the dining table.

With two chairs missing, Ye Beixiao took two from his home.

Joey smiled and said, "It's quite interesting to live in the opposite door of yours. Why not just call it East Palace and West Palace!"

Jiang Nanxi: "Have you watched too many palace dramas?"

Joey shook his head: "I'm writing a palace drama now, and I'm writing a script directly."

When it comes to the script, she talked endlessly. In this regard, only Ye Jingxuan and her share the same language and even gave her a lot of suggestions.

Although Ye Beixiao and Song Xian were not prone to talking, they ate at the same table, so the two of them became more restrained and drank some wine together.

People talked and laughed, and the meal ended until ten o'clock in the evening.

After dinner, Jiang Nanxi made tea, three adult men sat on the sofa and drank tea, three women washed and brushed in the kitchen, and two children sat on the floor to play, forming a vivid and vivid life scene.

Song Xian and Ye Jingxuan both drank wine, Ye Beixiao called his bodyguard and sent the two homes separately.

Joey took Xu Qiaoqiao away too. Jiang Nanxi settled Jiang Xiaolang and returned to the East Palace with Ye Beixiao, it was already early in the morning.

The night outside the window is thick and the room is full of charm.

On the big double bed, two hazy figures intertwined, the shameful collision sounds, accompanied by sweat, the deep affection floated with the breath of love, and in the heavy breathing, they murmured each other's names, like a vow of friendship, or a sigh...

The wind stopped and the rain stopped, and the two of them seemed to be poured into water, and their bodies were sore but refreshed.

In the darkness, Ye Beixiao was full of energy. He kissed Jiang Nanxi's lips insatiable and whispered to her lips: "It's still the taste of the past, I remember correctly!"
Chapter completed!