Aunt Rong continued: "Actually, Madam, after you went out in the afternoon, the young master started to prepare stir-fried cabbage sum for you. In order to make the best taste, he tried more than ten methods all afternoon.
Finally, I made the plate of stir-fried cabbage for the night.
Madam, you don’t know how to cook, so you don’t know. The simpler the dish, the more difficult it is to make, and it’s even harder to make it delicious. My young master, I really spent a lot of effort and time to make you eat more vegetables.
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An Zhisu listened to Aunt Rong's words in confusion, and in his mind he could not help but picture Ye Lancheng wearing an apron, standing in front of the pot and cooking seriously.
She had actually seen that scene many times. But this time, in the picture she imagined, Ye Lancheng had an elastic cap on his head. She imagined him being injured and cooking for her, and she felt like
A wave of emotion came over me.
"Dishes such as green vegetables are different from other vegetables. They are bright in color, crispy and delicious when they are fried. But after a while, they don't look as good and taste not as good as when they are freshly cooked. I just
I advise you not to cook it. Wait until you come back to cook it. If you cook it and eat it now, the taste will not be authentic. But the young master doesn’t want you to know this. He said that you should come back for dinner at six o’clock on time. He cooked it five minutes in advance.
It won’t affect the taste much. It’s just that you didn’t come back at 6:15 minutes and didn’t come back until 7 o’clock. I think the young master may be angry about this because you came back late.
I didn’t get to eat the freshly cooked cabbage.”
Aunt Rong's voice continued to reach her ears, and An Zhisu felt even more guilty. Ye Lancheng was injured and was cooking for her. Not only was she late when she came back, but she hadn't eaten yet and she didn't realize that it was him who cooked it. He didn't turn the table over on the spot, so restrained.
It's excellent.
When An Zhisu returned to the room, he saw Ye Lancheng sitting at the desk, with the computer in front of him open. He was checking work emails, holding the mouse with one hand, and touching his eyebrows with the other, gently kneading it.
He looked cold and exuded a strong aura of displeasure.
An Zhisu thought about what Aunt Rong said, took a deep breath, and boldly walked over.
Ye Lancheng's eyes were always fixed on the computer screen. He did not rest in the afternoon. The wound on the back of his head hurt from time to time, and his brows would also frown from time to time. Although it was very slight, An Zhisu still caught it.
"Ye Lancheng, does your wound hurt again?" An Zhisu walked over and asked weakly, not daring to get too close.
Ye Lancheng rubbed his eyebrows lightly and said indifferently: "It's okay."
An Zhisu bit his lip, turned around and walked away silently.
But less than a minute later, she came back with a glass of water and a bottle of painkillers in her hand.
"Take some medicine. The doctor said that the wound will be a little painful in the first two days and you need to take some painkillers to relieve it." An Zhisu took his hand that was between his eyebrows and poured a piece of painkiller into his hand.
Ye Lancheng didn't object. He raised his head and swallowed the pills. He took the water glass she handed over and took a few sips, then put the painkillers into his stomach. Seeing that he was still willing to cooperate with taking the medicine, An Zhisu breathed a sigh of relief and took a few sips.
He put the water glass further away and said weakly: "I'm sorry, don't be angry. I haven't gone out these days. I'm just staying with you at home. When will you be able to go to work after the stitches are removed from your wound?
Let's go to the studio again, okay?
good?"
Ye Lancheng glanced at her, neither saying yes nor saying bad.
An Zhisu shamelessly moved closer and said, "Okay? I've already apologized to you, you should at least answer me."
"Yeah." Ye Lancheng really responded to her word.
An Zhisu was amnesty, his eyes brightened: "Then you are not angry anymore?"
"Yeah." Ye Lancheng responded coldly.
An Zhisu smiled like he had survived the disaster, his eyebrows were as curved as crescent moons, and he said flatteringly: "I know how a man as upright as you can care about a little girl like me, hehe."
Ye Lancheng snorted and ignored her.
He would only make himself angrier if he vented his anger on her. She would be so angry that she didn't know what she was angry about. After thinking about it, she felt it was boring, so it would be better not to be angry at all.
An Zhisu also knew how to strike while the iron was hot. Even though Ye Lancheng said she was not angry anymore, she couldn't let go and ignore him. She still asked diligently: "Ye Lancheng, do you want to take a bath? I'll put some water in for you."
"Inconvenient." Ye Lancheng threw out three words.
"I know it's inconvenient for you. It doesn't matter. I'll help you. You love cleanliness so much, and you haven't had a good bath for two days. It must be very uncomfortable. Don't worry, I will be careful not to let your wounds touch the water." An Zhisu
Take the initiative to apply immediately. You can't miss such a good performance opportunity.
"You want to help me take a bath?" Ye Lancheng glanced at her again.
An Zhisu nodded: "Yes, it's not inconvenient for you. I'll wash you. I can also rub your back, massage and so on."
"Are you sure?" Ye Lancheng's lips curled up with a meaningful hint.
"Sure." An Zhisu nodded sincerely.
"That's okay, I have no objection." Ye Lancheng opened his mouth and said yes.
An Zhisu said rudely: "Yes, Your Majesty, I will go and take a bath right away."
Ye Lancheng watched her happily run to the bathroom, and the corner of his indifferent mouth raised a hint of meaning again.
An Zhisu filled half a tank of hot water and added a few drops of shower gel in the bathtub. The whole bathroom slowly became dense. She turned on the exhaust fan and waited until the exhaust fan had exhausted the hot air.
He opened the bathroom door, stuck his head out and called Ye Lancheng over.
Ye Lancheng raised the corners of his lips, stood up, and walked towards the bathroom.
An Zhisu stood at the door of the bathroom and put a shower cap on his head. This shower cap was what she usually used. It was more feminine. It was pink with white flowers and put on Ye Lancheng's head. It had a strange sense of violation.
, with a little contrast and cuteness.
Well, it's quite cute.
An Zhisu suppressed his laughter, pulled Ye Lancheng in and said, "Okay, you can take off your clothes and soak in the bathtub for a while."
"Help me." Ye Lancheng opened his arms like an emperor.
An Zhisu:......
An Zhisu Ren, who allowed himself to be guilty?
She asked Ye Lancheng to sit on the edge of the bathtub first, and carefully took off his shirt. Fortunately, he knew that he had an injury on his head, and what he was wearing was not a pullover, so it was easy to take off.
After taking off his shirt, it was just his pants. An Zhisu gritted his teeth, thinking that there was something about Ye Lancheng that she hadn't seen before, and there was nothing to be embarrassed about. So she gritted her teeth and took off his underwear and outer pants, but she didn't dare.
Looking up, he urged Ye Lancheng to get into the bathtub.
Ye Lancheng said oh, and sat in the bathtub obediently. Because he was afraid of getting the wound wet, his upper body was exposed to the air, and only his lower body was soaked in the bathtub. An Zhisu looked at it, and luckily it was in the bathtub.
The foam covered certain places, otherwise she would have been embarrassed to keep looking at that place.