Chapter 297 I, Mr. Yan, are wise, wise, and witty, and the universe is invincible
Yan Han stood at the door. Hearing the sound of surprise, he turned his head and saw Song Xiang digging a big spoonful of rice with a shovel and looking in his direction with bright eyes.
"Mr. Yan, it's successful!"
Stupid woman, I don't know what to be happy about.
When he took her to buy Ty International, he never saw her so happy. Her eyes were bent into crescents. If you look carefully, you can see that there is an inconspicuous little pear dimple on the right side of her face.
Why didn't I realize it before? We've been together for five years.
He stood there with a serious expression, thinking about something important.
Song Xiang was too lazy to guess, so she found two bowls, filled the rice with her, brought it to the main room, and then invited Yan Han to eat.
As the sun sets, the temperature drops, and a slight evening breeze blows in, making it much more comfortable than at noon.
Yan Han dragged his heavy steps, sat down opposite Song Xiang, and swept around the things on the table.
He opened his mouth and raised his hand to support his forehead.
Throughout the day, although he frowned, he never showed such an unacceptable expression.
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed.
Yan Han straightened up in a second, with a serious expression on his face, "What are you laughing at?"
Song Xiang wiped his face, but still couldn't help laughing, and said intermittently: "Do you have the illusion that you are here to participate in the transformation plan?"
Severe coldness formed a hill between his brows, as if he was confused and thinking.
Song Xiang thought he didn't understand what the transfiguration plan was, so he explained: "It's just disobedient children in the city who are sent to the countryside to receive real beatings."
Yan Han: "If I beat you here now, no one will stop me."
Song Xiang pouted, "Mr. Yan, it's come to this. Please be more polite to me."
She knocked on the bowl, "At least I can still cook."
Unlike you, Mao Yong doesn't have it.
Yan Han knew what she was thinking without having to guess. He lowered his head with a cold hum, took a handful of rice with chopsticks and stuffed it directly into his mouth.
Song Xiang leaned over and asked, "How is it?"
Yan Han tried to chew, and then laughed out loud the next second.
He looked at Song Xiang with mocking eyes and swallowed the food in his mouth first.
"Try it for yourself?"
Song Xiang had a bad feeling, so she carefully dug out a chopstick of rice and put it into her mouth, chewing it slowly.
Damn! Stuffed with uncooked rice!
Just as she was about to spit it out, Yan Han spoke from the other side: "I burned the fire. How dare you try to trample on the fruits of my labor."
Song Xiang grimaced and swallowed hard.
Yan Han was proud and crossed his arms across his chest, "It's very useful. It can make this kind of rice."
Song Xiang turned his head and rolled his eyes, whispering that he was stingy.
As soon as he raised his eyes, the bright light from outside entered his eyes.
"Mr. Yan, something seems to have happened."
Yan Han followed her line of sight and looked over, then stood up and ran outside in large strides.
Song Xiang ran out and saw the fire in the kitchen.
"Water! Water!!"
It has to be said that when women encounter certain dangers, a large number of them will yell, especially when there are men in front of them.
Song Xiang's brain was not working very well, so his first reaction was to look for water.
Yan Han first pulled her arm away, then quickly walked into the main room and took out a bottle of Coke from what they brought.
Song Xiang saw him holding a Coke and thought he had a mental disorder.
As a result, Yan Han opened the bottle cap, pressed the bottle mouth with his thumb, shook it vigorously, and then released a gap.
A small bottle of Coke sprayed out quickly, with as much force as a fire extinguisher.
The fire in the kitchen was not large, and the fire was out even though the Coke was not sprayed to the end.