No matter how much Xia Xiaoxi declined, how much she argued, no matter how dissatisfied she was, no matter how much she tried to break away, the result was still the same: Yan Yufeng forcibly dragged her to the kitchen.
Xia Xiaoxi looked at him unconvinced and wanted to turn around and run away, but Yan Yufeng's hands were like iron pliers, tightly tying her shoulders, making her unable to move. She had no choice but to move forward.
When she wanted to move forward or retreat, his body was pressed tightly against hers. She had no choice but to lower her head in resignation. Who knew she was so mean-mouthed and insisted on saying anything about cooking?
"What do you want to eat?" Xia Xiaoxi threw away his hand angrily, turned and walked into the kitchen.
"As long as it's made by you, I'll eat it." Yan Yufeng raised his eyebrows, folded his hands in front of his chest, and said with satisfaction.
Xia Xiaoxi turned around and ignored him. In fact, she wanted to say, I don't know how to do anything. I can only fry a plate of bean sprouts. Do you want to eat it? When the words came to her lips, she swallowed them back and saw that he was full of emotions.
She had an expectant look on her face, but she couldn't bear to spoil his mood.
Xia Xiaoxi took a look at the dishes in the kitchen. They were all a mess. She had never seen them before. They should be some bird's nests or something. They were precious delicacies. After looking at them for a long time, she finally decided to make sweet and sour pork ribs.
This is what she's best at.
...
Yan Yufeng had been leaning forward and watching her every move. Her skillful and virtuous appearance deeply attracted him. He had never seen such a touching woman. Although she only showed one or two smiles occasionally,
And that smile was not sweet, just a slight smile, but that look was enough to draw away his soul.
She was tactful, reserved, and pure. She looked particularly like a sweet wife, and he was the husband who waited every day to eat her cooked rice. Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.
, there is an inexplicable subtle feeling in my heart, it feels sweet and warm, like eating honey, and I feel happy.
Will they have children in the future? Yan Yufeng just came up with this idea...
Xia Xiaoxi handed the freshly cooked sweet and sour pork ribs to him. Seeing that he was completely confused and out of sorts, she stretched out her hand and waved it in front of him a few times, but there was still no response.
"What?" Xia Xiaoxi poked his chest, and Yan Yufeng slowly came to his senses and looked at him absentmindedly.
By the time Yan Yufeng came to her senses, Xia Xiaoxi's face was already red. She put the plate of cooked ribs aside and turned her head to one side, lowering her head shyly.
Yan Yufeng's eyes lit up when he saw the plate of sweet and sour pork ribs. The color looked quite tempting, but he just didn't know how it tasted.
"Did you make this?" Yan Yufeng looked at her with disdain, questioning her. He couldn't tell that she, who usually loves to cry and make trouble, could actually cook, which surprised him.
"It's a waste of words." Xia Xiaoxi turned around, leaned against the wall, and glared at him angrily. She was guarding her here, witnessing it with her own eyes, and still asking questions knowingly. Isn't this a waste of words?
Yan Yufeng smiled evilly, took out his chopsticks, picked up a piece of spare ribs like a gentleman, put it to his mouth, and took a gentle bite. His movements were as graceful and graceful as a woman's.
He chewed it carefully, with no expression on his face, but his brows were furrowed.
Xia Xiaoxi looked at him with wide, crystal clear eyes. Seeing the frown on his face, she felt a little disappointed: "How is it? Is it delicious?"