Ye Lancheng chuckled, said "Hello", then picked up the chopsticks, opened the egg lying on it, picked out a small piece of noodles and put it into his mouth.
An Zhisu held his chin and looked at him expectantly.
Ye Lancheng took a bite and frowned unnaturally. Then he took another bite of the delicious-looking fried egg, and then frowned again.
"How about it? It tastes okay. Let me tell you, this tomato and egg noodles are the only thing I can make. I modified them from instant noodles and the taste is guaranteed to be unique." An Zhisu waited for Ye Lancheng
After eating a few mouthfuls, he boasted and showed off.
Ye Lancheng:......
This taste is really unique...it's hard to describe it in words.
But it’s good to eat some. If you don’t choose, you can still have hot noodles. If you choose, you might not even be able to drink the soup.
Better than nothing.
Ye Lancheng comforted himself before starting to eat again.
An Zhisu was immersed in the happiness of feeling good about herself. Seeing Ye Lancheng finish the whole bowl of noodles in one bite, her eyes were bent with laughter.
Look, look, who says she doesn't have the talent to cook? She's pretty good at it.
"It's delicious. If you're hungry at night, I'll cook noodles for you. I can't cook a Man-Han Banquet, but cooking noodles is totally fine." An Zhisu put down the hand holding his chin and waved his little hand.
It has a great meaning of giving guidance.
Ye Lancheng's mouth twitched, but he couldn't help but said: "I think you should order takeout for me."
An Zhi's bright little face immediately became stern, and she stared at him with her big eyes: "What do you mean, isn't it delicious?"
Ye Lancheng stopped talking.
"Why don't you say anything?" An Zhisu continued to glare at him.
Ye Lancheng then said: "You said you were not allowed to say it was not delicious?"
An Zhisu's eyes were as bright as stars and he stood up suddenly: "Ye Lancheng, if we get divorced one day, you will definitely be single again by virtue of your strength!"
After saying these angry words, An Zhisu turned around and left.
Ye Lancheng, who was left behind, looked confused. As a late-stage straight man, he said he didn't know what was wrong.
He clearly didn't mean to say it wasn't delicious, but in order not to frustrate her self-esteem, he still ate a bowl of mediocre noodles.
It was obvious that she kept asking herself if it was delicious, so where did she go wrong?
Mr. Ye, who is in the late stage of being straight, said that he was innocent.
After thinking silently for a while, I didn't realize where I was wrong, so I simply stopped thinking about it. I got up and picked up the tray and went downstairs, intending to go to the kitchen and wash the dishes.
Entering the kitchen, there was still a smell of tomatoes and egg noodles. Ye Lancheng thought that his little wife must have forgotten to turn on the range hood, but it was understandable. For someone who could hardly cook, how could you expect her to know?
Turn on the range hood.
Ye Lancheng threw the bowl into the sink, washed it gracefully, and put it in the drain rack. When he wiped his hands and turned to go out, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the trash can at his feet and a black mass inside.
Yellow and white... fried eggs.
Ye Lancheng's eyes twitched, so the salty omelette he ate just now was actually the most perfect product she had tried N times?
Imagining his little wife standing in front of the pot and experimenting over and over again, maybe wrinkled her little nose every time the eggs were fried, Ye Lancheng's cold lips unconsciously gained a faint arc.
But he seemed to have made his little wife angry.
Ye Lancheng's experience in coaxing women was minus 100, but fortunately he had a good brother with online experience, so he decisively took out his mobile phone and sent Xia Jingze a WeChat message.
In a high-end hotel suite.
Xia Jingze was wearing a pair of sexy underpants, lying on his back. There was a splash of water in the bathroom. It was a beautiful young lady who was taking a bath. When he was waiting for the spring night, his cell phone suddenly rang.
Someone sent him a WeChat message?
This is the point...
Xia Jingze took the phone suspiciously and clicked on it.
Young Master Ye: How to make a woman happy?
Damn it!
Xia Jingze almost fell off the bed. He blinked once and then again. After a full minute, he was sure that the person who sent him a WeChat message was really his brother Lan Cheng. He was not dazzled or dazzled.
Wrong.
Xia Jingze immediately made a voice call.
Ye Lancheng, who was leaning against the counter and waiting for a reply, rarely answered Xia Jingze's call in seconds.
"Brother Lancheng, are you my brother Lancheng? Are you really Brother Lancheng?" As soon as Ye Lancheng answered the call, Xia Jingze asked in confirmation.
"Nonsense." Ye Lancheng gave him a Ye Lancheng-like answer.
Xia Jingze now fully confirmed his identity: "Brother Lan Cheng, have you made my sister-in-law angry?"
"Tell me how." Ye Lancheng was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.
Xia Jingze:......
Can you have a begging attitude when you ask for help? Brother, let me tell you, if you weren’t my brother Lancheng, I would have blocked you long ago. Xia Jingze complained crazily in his heart, but he still gave him advice obediently:
This woman, you can't coax her. The more you coax her, the angrier she will become. If your girlfriend or wife is angry, just press her down on the bed and bang her. When they are tired of sex, they won't have the energy to be angry anymore. It's simple and crude, and it will work in one move.
.”
Ye Lancheng:......
Are you serious?
"Brother Lancheng, let me tell you, you are right to listen to me. You have no experience with women. I will use my rich practical experience to tell you. Women cannot be coaxed. The more you coax, the more energetic you will get. Just bang them and they will be fine.
Conquer them with your masculine charm." Xia Jingze continued to talk.
Ye Lancheng:......
I believe you are a fool.
Ye Lancheng hung up the call directly. You should keep this method of coaxing a woman for yourself. It doesn't fit his personality at all.
After the call was hung up, Xia Jingze fell down on the bed and laughed so hard that he almost lost his breath.
He talked to An Zhisu about what he wanted from a man, and told Ye Lancheng what he wanted from a woman, emmm... He was really the caring little cotton-padded jacket of their brother Lan Cheng, so considerate.
Ye Lancheng failed to seek help outside the venue, so he collected his cell phone and went upstairs.
The door to the bedroom was ajar, so he pushed it in and saw An Zhisu leaning on the bedside table with his legs bent, immersed in drawing a design. He was drawing very seriously, but when he heard him come in, he paused his pen and raised his head.
I glanced at him. Then I pretended not to see him and continued to lower my head and draw.
Ye Lancheng calmly closed the door, walked towards the cloakroom, and soon took his nightgown to the bathroom.
After hearing the sound of the bathroom door being opened and closed, An Zhisu raised his head again and glared angrily in the direction of the bathroom. Then he was no longer in the mood to draw, threw away the design book, and huddled under the quilt to sleep. Ye Lancheng took a bath.
Soon, he walked out in a bathrobe in less than twenty minutes. When he came out, he saw An Zhisu retracting himself into the quilt and shrinking into a bulging ball. He walked towards the bed with a smile on his face.