"I'll make it for you, and you'll know. ”

Yan Sui expressed deep sympathy for An Boyan, who had lived for twenty-five years and had never eaten pimple soup.

"I don't want to eat it. ”

Regarding An Boyan's arrogance, Yan Sui said, "I don't like to eat ......"

The whole family of the An family spoiled him, but she Yan Sui didn't have that habit.

"Give me my phone ......"

"What are you doing?" Yan Sui squinted at An Boyan, who occupied her bed and asked her to hand over her mobile phone, "Do you want to eat pimple soup?"

"Casual ......"

He has never eaten any delicacies from the mountains and seas, and threatens him with this, won't his chef know how to make it? As long as he speaks, let alone pimple soup, even the whole table of pimples can still be made.

"Since the little master is not rare to eat, then I won't do it, let go, I'm going to rest......"

After being reminded by Yan Sui, An Boyan remembered that he was still holding on to Yan Sui, and let go of his hand and rubbed it vigorously on the quilt, he hated being close to people, how could he hold the long-haired sweeper monster for so long, it was really hateful!

Ming Huang was disgusted by others, Yan Sui turned around and walked away with a cold face.

"Stop!" An Boyan snorted.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

If it weren't for the good conditions of the settlement family and the high salary, Yan Sui really wanted to throw An Boyan out every minute, and then tell his mother to quit.

"If you want to sleep, you have to sleep here. ”

"What?!" Yan Sui couldn't believe his ears, "What are you and me?" let me sleep with me, you dream!"

"What do you want?" An Boyan looked Yan Sui up and down in disgust, "Just like you, do you think I still don't agree." ”

"You!" "Okay, for the sake of a precious and stable life, endure!" Yan Sui comforted herself, "Then where do you want me to sleep?"

An Boyan didn't speak, and pointed to the carpet domineeringly, and Yan Sui's eyes were about to fall out.

"You let me sleep on the carpet?" Barely swallowing the evil anger in his heart, Yan Sui asked An Boyan, "Didn't you just say that I should sleep on the sofa?"

"Now it's ......"

Yan Sui clenched her fists, and resisted the urge to teach An Boyan a lesson for the An family, the eldest woman can bend and stretch, not to mention that even if it is a carpet, it is more comfortable than her previous rotten wooden bed.

"Okay, you can!" Yan Sui gritted his teeth and asked An Boyan with a hideous laugh, "But what if you don't have a quilt and pillow?"

"Figure it out for yourself. ”

"......Forget it, the weather is good anyway, and you won't catch a cold if you don't cover the quilt, as for the pillow, Yan Sui took a pillow as a pillow and lay down."

"Why don't you go to bed without taking a shower?" An Boyan's tone was shocked, and his expression was extremely disgusted.

"You live here, it's not convenient for me to wash. ”

Lying down with his back to An Boyan, Yan Sui replied with his eyes closed, and at the same time beat the hateful An Boyan in his mind.

"Quibbles......

Yan Sui ignored it and slept seriously.

After waiting for a while, without waiting for a reply, there was a snoring sound, and An Boyan, who fell on the bed, had a stomachache that he couldn't sleep and was noisy again, he couldn't bear it anymore, stretched out his legs and kicked Yan Sui who had fallen asleep.

"What are you doing?" was kicked awake as soon as he fell asleep, Yan Sui sat up and protested loudly.

"...... to make pimple soup"

Yan Sui angrily accused, "Didn't you say you wouldn't eat just now? Now you're clamoring to eat, what do you want?"

"Why is there so much nonsense, hurry up and do it. ”

"Are you unreasonable?" No matter how Yan Sui protested, the young master's order still had to be carried out, and people had to bow their heads under the eaves, Yan Sui got up from the carpet and prepared to go to the kitchen to show his cooking skills.

"Give me your phone......" An Boyan stretched out his hand to Yan Sui again.

"Why do you have to have my phone?"

An Boyan glared, "Who knows if you will betray me and bring your phone!"

"Stingy!" Yan Sui muttered, helplessly taking out her phone and throwing it to An Boyan.

"What the hell is this?" An Boyan just received it in his hand and threw it aside in disgust.

"Isn't it just a little old, the screen is a little spent, what's all the fuss. ”

"Humph......"

Facing the young master's cold snort, Yan Sui expressed his understanding, "You who were born with a golden key and grew up in a honey pot, where do you understand the suffering of the poor, if you dislike it, give it back to me." ”

Worried that Yan Sui's dog legs would betray him, An Boyan wrapped the garbage mobile phone in a tissue, stuffed it under the pillow, and twisted his eyebrows and waved at Yan Sui.

"Go!"

Resignedly, she went to the kitchen to make pimple soup, washed vegetables and cut vegetables and noodles, put the ingredients in one by one after boiling the pot, and survived all the time, Yan Sui went to find the dishes and chopsticks, ready to put out the cooked pimple soup, but when she turned around, she saw Aunt Liu standing at the kitchen door looking at her.

"Miss Yan, what are you doing?" Aunt Liu asked Yan Sui curiously.

"Oh, I'm a little hungry, make some gnocchi soup. ”

Aunt Liu was deeply puzzled when she heard this, "Didn't you say just now that you had enough to eat dinner, why are you hungry again?"

Why are they all so difficult? Yan Sui was asked by Aunt Liu, "I'm more likely to get hungry." ”

With an understanding expression, Aunt Liu didn't say anything more, "Remember to clean up." ”

"Good ......" promised, and Yan Sui thanked Aunt Liu for not pestering anymore.

A bowl of pimple soup was served, and it was brought to An Boyan on a tray, and Yan Sui then filled another bowl and knocked on the door of Aunt Liu's room.

"Aunt Liu, I made more, do you want to taste it?"

glanced at the pimple soup in the tray, it looked very appetizing, and Aunt Liu was not polite, and reached out to take it.

used a bowl of pimple soup to coax Aunt Liu's attitude to ease, Yan Sui was quite lucky, and secretly poked and weighed it, Aunt Liu was relatively easy to get along with.

When I went back to the study, I found that the pimple soup had not moved at all, and it was still on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and An Boyan had not come down to eat at all.

"Why didn't you come down to eat?" Yan Sui asked him, looking up.

"Bring it up......" muffled voice, revealing a slightly suppressed **.

"Hey......" Yan Sui continued to endure, who made the family a young master and a patient?" "Okay......" Yan Sui went up to the floor with a tray.

Stomach pain hit in waves, and his body began to feel a little hot, although he smelled the aroma of food, An Boyan had no energy.

"Get up, do you want me to feed you?"

Yan Sui saw that An Boyan was motionless, hunched over like a shrimp and lying tightly, so he didn't get angry, and he was not polite at all.

"Hmm. ”

Hmm? What do you mean? Combined with his previous question, could it be that An Boyan really planned to let her feed him? It's really stinky and beautiful! Yan Sui complained.

The stomach was as empty as fire, and the pain was even more intense, maybe eating something would relieve it, An Boyan stood up and sat on the head of the bed, looking at the pimple soup that Yan Sui sent to him.

The turquoise leaves, the evenly cut tomatoes, the crystal white gnocchi, and some smooth egg flowers floating on them, just look good, at least not as sloppy as people.

"Hurry up and eat, your stomach will feel more comfortable. ”

Yan Sui saw An Boyan's ugly face, and he didn't want to be awkward with him anymore, so he took half a bowl of pimple soup from an empty bowl and sent it to him.

An Boyan refused to take it as if he had broken his hand, and only looked at her.

"What the hell? let me feed you!"