Ye Lancheng indulged her little bad thoughts and pretended he didn't feel it. After she put on his apron, he walked to the sink, washed his hands, and picked up the kitchen knife to chop vegetables.
Click, click, click...
The sound of chopping vegetables sounded in the kitchen in an orderly manner. An Zhisu didn't go out and just watched from the side.
People say that men who work hard are the sexiest, but she doesn't think so. Men who cook seriously are obviously the sexiest, especially with such good looks. Well, she feels like she has earned it.
"I'm going to cook. There's a lot of fumes. You go out first." After cutting the vegetables, Ye Lancheng drove her out.
An Zhisu hadn't had enough of admiring the beautiful man cooking, so he said, "I'm watching from the side and learning from my experience. My grandma said that cooking can be done after watching it a few times."
"Grandma is talking about talented people. You are born to be a foodie." Ye Lancheng's mouth started to become venomous again.
An Zhisu suffered a knowing blow. The bright kitchen knife was less than one meter away from her. If she picked it up and chopped Ye Lancheng, would it be considered that Ye Lancheng was looking for a cunt?
Forget it, if she kills Ye Lancheng, she will have to take care of him herself. She can't afford to offend him.
An Zhisu rolled out of the kitchen in frustration. She had no backbone. A person with backbone would have to argue for herself and retort that she was not a foodie.
The fashion show on TV had finished. An Zhisu picked up the design notebook that was casually placed on the low table, wrote and drew in it, and sketched out today's inspiration.
She has been studying the script of Daqing Princess for the past few days and already has a rough idea of what kind of cheongsam she needs to design. She only needs to refine it a little more before she can order the design draft.
An Zhisu was thinking about the past few months while drawing. Although Yang Xi made her very upset, because of Ye Lancheng's presence, most things went smoothly. It was much smoother than she had expected before.
Song Jiaren is right, it is better to enjoy the shade with your back against a big tree.
"Come over for dinner." When she had almost finished drawing two sketches, Ye Lancheng called her over for dinner.
An Zhisu immediately put down his design notebook and ran towards the restaurant.
Three dishes and one soup were already placed on the dining table, two meat and one vegetarian. The soup was also broth, simple and very attractive. An Zhisu went to wash his hands and sat next to Ye Lancheng when he came out, not forgetting to fill a bowl for him first.
Soup.
Ye Lancheng eats elegantly. When drinking soup, the spoon will not even touch the bowl. Watching him eat is like appreciating art. An Zhisu can't imitate it. Every time he touches the spoon, it clinks, which is very fireworks.
gas.
Ye Lancheng never corrected her little problem. Instead, every time he listened to the noise she made, he felt relaxed and his appetite seemed to be better.
"Hurry up, drink the soup quickly. The food will be cold by the time you drink the soup." An Zhisu put down the soup bowl himself, not forgetting to urge Ye Lancheng to drink quickly.
"Okay." Ye Lancheng finished the soup in a few seconds and picked up chopsticks to eat with her.
An Zhisu exclaimed: "Why are you so obedient today?"
"You have to push your limits, right?" Ye Lancheng glanced sideways at her. This girl was getting more and more courageous, and she typically kicked her nose into her face.
An Zhisu hesitated for a moment, and diligently brought him some vegetables: "Ah ha, eat vegetables, eat vegetables. The water spinach fried today is particularly delicious."
"Promise." Ye Lancheng accepted her hospitality calmly.
An Zhisu thought about what the interest rate was, whether it could be eaten or not. Of course, his life was at stake.
After the couple finished their meal, Ye Lancheng's appetite seemed not to be very good and he only ate half a bowl of rice. An Zhisu, on the other hand, ate a large bowl of rice and most of the vegetables and soup. The direct consequence was that he ate too much.
"Hiccup... I'll just take care of these, hiccup... you go up and take a shower, hiccup..." An Zhisu said while burping.
Ye Lancheng glanced at her: "There are stomach and digestive tablets in the drawer under the TV cabinet."
After saying that, he stood up and walked upstairs.
An Zhisu looked at his back and felt that he was not in a good mood today. Although it was not obvious, it could still be seen from his appetite.
Did you encounter something troublesome at the company?
An Zhisu thought for a while but couldn't think of anything, so he simply went to pick up the leftovers.
By the time An Zhisu cleaned up the kitchen and came out, it was already half an hour later. She couldn't hold on to such an after-dinner exercise, but she still went to take two Jianweixiaoshi tablets, and then took the
Design Ben went to the room.
Pushing open the bedroom door, An Zhisu looked inside and saw that the room was empty. Ye Lancheng was not in the bedroom, and there was nothing moving in the bathroom. It was obvious that he had not returned to the room.
An Zhisu thought that he might have gone to the study to handle official business again, so he went to the cloakroom, took a change of clothes and went to the bathroom.
She stayed in the bathroom for an hour, taking a bath, washing her hair, blow-drying her hair, and giving herself a facial. When she came out, she felt refreshed and comfortable both physically and mentally.
Ye Lancheng hadn't come back yet. An Zhisu thought for a while, found his cell phone, and sent a WeChat message to Song Jiaren.
An Zhisu: goddess goddess goddess.
Song Jiaren: If you have nothing to do, call me a goddess. If you are raping or stealing, tell me. If you have anything else, please consult this lawyer.
An Zhisu: Damn it, are you a good calculator? How did you know that I have something to consult with you?
Song Jiaren: As soon as you stick your butt out, I will know whether you want to poop or pee, okay? You are not having sex at this point, and you still have time to send me a WeChat message. If you have something to ask me for, you are free.
An Zhisu's mouth twitched: Although I don't want to agree with your strange thinking, I have to say that it makes sense, and I have nothing to say to refute it.
Song Jiaren: I advise you not to try to refute a lawyer's words, just say what's going on. I'm still busy.
An Zhisu: You are single and have no sex life, so what are you busy with?
Song Jiaren: An Zhisu, I allow you to choose a way to die. Tell me whether you want to die horizontally or vertically. I am satisfied with you!
An Zhisu continued to seek death: Oh, women without sex are so scary.
Song Jiaren: Have you ever seen a red exclamation mark?
An Zhisu immediately restrained himself, not daring to commit suicide again, and went straight to the topic: Ye Lancheng seems to be in a bad mood, how should I comfort him.
Song Jiaren: Just contribute your body. If there is any bad mood that cannot be solved by sex once, if there is any, then have sex twice, three times, all night long, to exhaust him to death and make sure he has no energy.
Bad mood.
An Zhisu:......
An Zhisu: I am asking you seriously, why are you so dirty?
Song Jiaren: Be good, this method is the most direct and effective, and at most it has some side effects of not being able to get up tomorrow.
An Zhisu: Get out of here, I refuse to talk to you, a filthy woman.
Song Jiaren sent a cute "fuck off" emoticon with the words: Go, Pikachu.
An Zhisu:... I really want to know how to block this little dirty girl.