Bai Hao looked embarrassed.

Mr. An, he has made an exception and endured so many times, why can't he help it at this time? Since everyone has said thank you, can you just catch it and it will be over?

Bai Hao felt that An Huaijue should be hopeless.

Because of this little episode, Lan Weiwan regained some energy. Although it was a little embarrassing, it was still a lot of fun. Slowly returning to the residence, Lan Weiwan lay directly on the bed.

They hadn't eaten dinner yet, but she was looking forward to what the kitchen would cook for them today.

An Huaijue entered the house and threw down his suit, looked up at her in the white shirt inside, and asked softly, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

"Nothing special to ask for. You just let them do whatever they want. Lan Weiwan closed his eyes and lay on the bed enjoying this moment of leisure.

The light in An Huaijue's eyes turned slightly: "I'll cook it myself tonight." ”

"You cook yourself?" Lan Weiwan suddenly sat up from the bed and looked at him with some surprise, "Do you know how to cook?"

"A little. I learned it a long time ago, but I haven't done it myself in a long time. An Huaijue has rolled up his sleeves, sorted himself out meticulously, and is ready to go to the kitchen.

This wave of operations really made Lan Weitai a little incomprehensible.

Since it's been a long time since I've done it, why do I suddenly remember to cook now? And isn't there a servant? An Huaijue doesn't need to do it himself...... It's been so hard during the day, and now you have to cook?

"Well, you don't have to come in person, wouldn't it be nice to let the kitchen people do it?" Lan Weiwan asked.

An Huaijue's hand moved, stared at her for a long time, and then slowly spoke: "Can't I do it if I want to?"

“...... But you can. Lan Weiwan didn't continue to ask, turned around and continued to lie down, with mixed feelings in his heart.

An Huaijue had already gone out, and Lan Weiwan was the only one left in the huge bedroom. Lying on the bed, she looked a little uneasy.

An Huaijue seems to have treated her too well, and it is outrageous to suddenly have to cook for herself. Should she deliberately keep a little distance from An Huaijue recently?

But thinking of An Huaijue's tough posture during the day today, Lan Weitai felt that this didn't seem to work.

With a sigh, she closed her eyes.

It didn't take long for An Huaijue to cook and come to the room to call Lan Weiwan. Lan Weiwan, who was in the room, could already smell the fragrance wafting from the kitchen. Let the heart be enchanted.

No matter what kind of cooking skills An Huaijue is, this fragrance alone makes Lan Weiwan impressed.

Yes, I didn't expect the president of the An family to be able to cook? And it seems to be doing well.

got up and followed An Huaijue to the restaurant, looking at the table full of exquisite dishes, Lan Weiwan was even more shocked and couldn't close his mouth: "Are you sure you made it? Why does it look similar to that of a professional chef?"

"I've had a chef's license before. An Huaijue threw aside the apron he had forgotten to take off just now, and said this calmly without blinking his eyes.

Lan Weiwan was powerless to complain.

Didn't he mean that he was a professional chef? How much of a hidden identity did this man have?

Lan is not too late to start stunning.

But I feel sorry for it.

If An Huaijue was not from the An family, the two of them met in other places, maybe it would have been a different ending. There is a high probability that Lan will like him sooner.

While eating, Lan Weiwan fantasized in his heart.

An Huaijue was also eating seriously, glanced at Lan Weiwan a few times, and finally relieved when he saw her expression of enjoyment, and ate two bites by himself.

As soon as he entered it, he frowned: "It's unpalatable." ”

Lan Weiwan hissed.

Carefully tasting the food in his mouth, this dish tastes good? It's all unpalatable? How picky is his mouth?

"It's already good, this is your own cooking, and you say it's unpalatable?" Lan Weiwan shook his head, unable to understand An Huaijue's brain circuit.

An Huaijue only pursed his lips.

She thinks it's delicious? Since it's delicious...... Let's be delicious.

An Huaijue accepted this setting and took a second bite. Still a little disgusted.

His cooking skills have really deteriorated, and he no longer has the same taste as he used to be, and he is not as good as before in many aspects, but ......

An Huaijue looked at Lan Weitai, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Since she likes it, that's it.

Lan Weiwan inadvertently raised her head, and bumped into An Huaijue looking at her smiling, although it was only for a moment, it made Lan Weiwan slightly startled, and quickly turned his head away, pretending not to see it.

Because the rice was so delicious, I was immersed. But she forgot the most fundamental thing - she said that she would alienate An Huaijue and not continue to have an affair with him. But now, how does she seem to ......

His heart was pounding, and Lan Weitai couldn't believe his eyes.

An Huaijue actually smiled at her, even if he could only see the mouth under the mask, Lan Weitai could actually feel his heart for a moment.

Taking a deep breath, he finally shook off this thought in his heart, and An Huaijue spoke again: "If you think it's delicious, I can take the time to make it for you every day in the future." ”

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What is this operation?

Lan Weiwan finally couldn't sit still, and looked at An Huaijue seriously: "An Huaijue, what's wrong with you in the past two days? Why are you so good to me? You don't need to be like this at all, aren't you very busy?"

An Huaijue was silent for a while.

Is she refusing?

Refusal again?

"Do I need any other reason to be nice to you?" An Huaijue's eyelids drooped slightly, this sentence was so reasonable, for a moment, Lan Weitai even felt that she shouldn't ask this natural question.

After a brief moment, she came back to her senses and coughed lightly, "I don't need any reason, but I really don't need to." ”

"You need it, you don't need it. Now, as my wife, I have to accept all of this as well. An Huaijue began to say this established truth again, and said this sentence while picking up the contents of the bowl.

Lan Weiwan wanted to continue to say something, but he didn't dare to say it.

Perhaps, if you ask it, you really can't escape.

She put down her chopsticks and stood up: "I'm full, I'll go back first." ”

He turned around and fled the scene, returning to his room and locking himself up for a while.

An Huaijue's eyes dimmed, and he called the servant to clean up the kitchen, and slowly moved his gaze to Bai Hao, who was watching from the sidelines: "Bai Hao, what do you think, what is Lan Weiwan thinking? Why does she keep avoiding me?"

Bai Hao was silent, and only after a long time did he consider his sentence: "I think my wife should not be used to it." ”

An Huaijue narrowed his eyes.

She is not used to this, it is clear that she eats hard and not soft.