Then he squeezed out some ointment on the back of his hand, and gently applied it to the healed wound. A fire of desire slowly rose up in his lower abdomen. He swallowed hard and pressed it down.
She lay on the bed with chilling enjoyment. For a long time, she waited for him to give her the good medicine, but she was still immersed in it.
"Eat these."
"no appetite."
"Whatever you want to eat, I'll have someone cook it for you." Shi Feiyan stood up with a sigh.[
"Then you cook it for me?" Xinhan turned his head and looked at Shi Feiyan pitifully, his clear pupils full of expectation.
Shi Feiyan raised his eyebrows, opened his lips, and looked down at her in confusion.
"I don't know how to cook. Stop messing around and be good, I'll let the kitchen redo it for you."
Xinhan means that you don't comply, and you play a petty role and only want him to do it: "I won't eat what others cook, I only want what you cook, and I want you to cook it for me!"
Shi Feiyan frowned helplessly, leaned down, stretched out his hand to pinch her face and said softly, "You dare to do it for me. Okay, I'll do it for you!"
No one has probably seen the biggest boss in the entire No. 8 mansion wearing a scarf and working clumsily in the kitchen.
The depression from last night was gone, and I stood watching with a happy face.
A man who was respected by everyone, aloof in the eyes of others, and capable of making all the changes, was surrounding a pile of ingredients and didn't know what to do with it.
The chef next to him seemed to be even more awkward than Shi Feiyan, and he gave instructions respectfully.
Shi Feiyan cut carrots with a kitchen knife.
It's strange to say that he usually plays flying knives and is called a magic swordsman. Why is it so twisted when he picks up a kitchen knife?
.
My anger finally calmed down a lot.
Teasing him to avenge his spanking.
Shi Feiyan whistled, raised his eyebrows and snorted at Xinhan, who was causing trouble, and said in a threatening tone: "Do you want to eat what I cook, or do you want me to make a fool of myself in front of my subordinates? Destroy the glorious image of the great boss in their hearts.
"
The heart was cold and Nunu kept silent.
I stood beside him stupidly, looking at his rare clumsy look, smiling from ear to ear, and suddenly I felt that this time was really good.
"Yan, you are not omnipotent." Xinhan happily took the fruit plate handed over by the servant, inserted a piece of apple with a toothpick, and rejected it crisply.
He even inserted a piece and handed it to Shi Feiyan's mouth. He shook his head and refused to eat. He glared at Xinhan fiercely and continued to fight with the carrot under his hand.
"The omnipotent, that's the charger! There will be times when people can't help themselves."[
Shi Feiyan suddenly felt a sense of depression building up in his chest, and continued to ask the chef on standby what to do next with an unkind expression.
After the oil was put into the pot, Xinhan was kicked out of the kitchen. According to Shi Feiyan, the fumes in the kitchen were too heavy and hurt his skin.
In fact, where did the oil smoke come from? It was obviously because he was afraid that he would make a fool of himself.
Reluctantly, he took the fruit tray and walked to the small pavilion in the yard to sit down. The little boy was playing ball with the servant enthusiastically, and his giggles could be heard everywhere.
When the little one saw Xinhan, he ran to Xinhan's side, crawled onto Xinhan's lap, pursed his lips and said, "Mom, you are so sleepy. Dad doesn't even allow me to go to the room to see you. Are you guys?"
Aren’t you playing games again?”
"..."
Feeling cold and vague, I did not discuss the child's thirst for knowledge and concentrated on using the fruit tray in his hand to distract the little one.