Letting out such words, where can she not be afraid, she stopped on the rest platform like a man.

Obviously, she couldn't see his face, but his eyes like Rakshasa seemed to be right in front of her eyes, which made her feel terrified.

Wen Lishu continued to go down the stairs, and after reaching the first floor, he resigned himself to the kitchen and prepared dinner for him.

In the early years, the Wen family did not fall, her ten fingers did not touch the spring water, and all her cooking skills were accelerated in the past two years.

Frankly speaking, her cooking skills are really not good, she can barely eat, and sometimes if she is lucky, she will cook a good dish.

In order to play steadily, she didn't cook too complicated dishes, just accompanied by a salad, a fried mushroom, and a seafood baked spaghetti, the whole meal was Western-style.

When all the ingredients were ready, she plated them and put them in the oven, and while she waited, a sinister thought suddenly crossed her head, and she even rubbed her hands to wonder if she should add some laxatives to it.

Her head simulated the appearance of Song Qiancheng running frantically to the toilet, and a smile appeared on her lips, which also alleviated her anger in the slightest.

But in fact, she didn't dare to really do that, if she really made a cut, Song Qiancheng was afraid that she would directly pinch her mouth and pour a box of laxatives into her mouth.

Just thinking about it makes me feel palpitations, Wen Lishu didn't dare to make a mistake, and cooked for him seriously.

After a lot of tossing, I finally got dinner ready.

She put on her gloves and brought the pasta out of the oven and placed it on the countertop.

The overall appearance of spaghetti is good, the yellow cheese is spread on top, and after being baked in the oven at high temperature, a slice of golden brown and orange carrots are used as decorations, which is a bit like the finished product of the restaurant outside.

She got closer and smelled it, and the color and fragrance were there, but she didn't know what it tasted like.

Wen Lishu was greedy and wanted to taste it, but the spaghetti was covered with cheese, and if she wanted to taste it, it would affect her appearance, so she could only give up and treat it as delicious for the time being.

Taking off her gloves, Wen Lishu left the kitchen, ready to call Song Qiancheng down, but when she stepped out of the kitchen, she was scared out of the sweat by the scene in front of her.

The originally deserted restaurant has a figure at some point.

I don't know when Song Qiancheng came down, he is sitting at the dining table now, holding his cheeks in his hand, staring in the direction of the kitchen, and his forehead seems to be branded with the words "Ye is impatient".

Look at his unhappy appearance, he should be hungry, or the kind of extreme famine.

Seeing her come out, Song Qiancheng kept her posture and didn't move, but her mouth opened and she urged: "How long do you have to do it?" ”

Wen Lishu was in a panic, she had worked very hard, okay.

He really thought she had six arms and could bake spaghetti while stir-frying.

She was insolent in her heart, but her face did not show it.

Forget it, if he scolds him well, finishes eating for a while, and returns the passport to her, then she will be content.

Wen Lishu whispered: "You can eat it." ”

She turned back to the kitchen, put on her gloves again, and brought the hot baked pasta to the dining room, then the remaining mushrooms and salad.

After the dishes were arranged, Song Qiancheng frowned when he saw it, "Why are there only three things?"

"You're not enough. "Wen Lishu has already cooked a lot of portions, but he is still too little.

Song Qiancheng glanced at her meaningfully, and shouted helplessness in his heart, he didn't mean that the portion was not enough, he muffled: "What about yours, what are you eating?"

"I'm not hungry. "Wen Lishu is duplicitous, but she is actually very hungry.

No matter what, Wen Lishu turned around and walked in the direction of the room.

Song Qiancheng called out to her, "Stand." ”

Wen Lishu twisted his head, waiting for him to speak.

He looked displeased, "Where are you going?"

Wen Lishu raised her hand and pointed to the worker's room, "I'll go back to the room." ”

"You are not allowed to go anywhere, how do I know if you have poisoned me?" Song Qiancheng pointed to the chair on the other side with his eyes, "Sit down." ”

Wen Li was bookish, she cooked a meal for him with her heart, and now he speculated with such a careful eye, she was really angry that her teeth itched.

I knew that it was really as I thought just now, adding laxatives to that spaghetti powder, which made him doubt his life.

Wen Lishu was still in place, her little face was indignant, Song Qiancheng glanced at it, and guessed what bad things were in her mind.

He ordered, "Why are you still stunned, go to the kitchen and get a bowl and come out, and try everything for me." ”

Wen Lishu walked back to the kitchen angrily, opened the disinfection cabinet, and took the dishes and chopsticks for herself.

When he walked back to the restaurant, Song Qiancheng sat with his arms crossed, his expression annoying.

Wen Lishu chose a seat far away from him and sat down, so as not to be affected by the fire on his body.

But this time, he had another opinion, "Am I poisonous?" glared at her, his voice stiff, "Sit down." ”