Chapter Ninety-Nine: Cook for Me Later

Shen Dunian is a dragon set king with both chef potential. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Even if she broke a leg, she could put the food out of the lace and steadily fill the table.

Jun Yiqing sat on an uncomfortable wooden chair, supported the bewitching face of the upside-down beings, and swept all the dishes with interest, looking good, but I don't know how it tastes.

After serving the last pot of soup, Shen Dunian pulled out a chair and sat opposite him, raising his eyebrows lightly: "......" opened his lips, and stopped in time.

He seemed to have a mysterious disgust for her to call him general, general, you, so he simply omitted the title and said softly: "Qi Huo, open dinner~"

Jun Yiqing still held his head, and nodded around the chicken wings with chopsticks, an unknown species carved from radish, and his sharp handsome eyebrows gently picked: "What is this?" ā€

"Fox, like not, I can carve all the animals out of turnips. Shen Dunian said, quickly praise my expression.

Jun Yiqing almost laughed, he snorted lightly from his nose: "It's leisurely and elegant." ā€

Shen Dunian dragged his head and lazily fiddled with his chopsticks: "My dad works hard, he comes back every night to see these interesting dishes, he can eat more, and his mood can be relieved, you have to admit that good food is always more attractive than a pot of stew, try it." ā€

When Shen Dunian said this, he was smiling, although it was shallow but from the heart, he could feel how important Shen Jun was to Shen Dunian.

In her heart, I'm afraid Shen Jun is her faith and hero.

Jun Yiqing sandwiched a chopsticks and fish slices, thinking that the taste might not meet his expectations, but he didn't want to, but it was surprisingly good, no less than the cook he hired with high gold.

"How. "Shen Wannian hasn't cooked for a while, and for an extremely picky person like Jun Yiqing, she is not sure.

Jun Yiqing was slow, noble and elegant when eating, and it was difficult to see that his identity was a soldier who was crawling under difficult conditions, but like the president of a leading enterprise in the empire.

"Cook for me every day in the future. Jun Yiqing swallowed the tender fish meat in his mouth, felt the lingering fragrance on the tip of his tongue, and ordered with disgusted eyelids.

Shen Wannian was slightly stunned, what he meant by this sentence was to affirm her cooking skills?

"Good. Shen Dunian nodded and reached out to serve him soup.

She didn't bargain with him this time, which made Jun Yiqing a little surprised, Shen Dunian is definitely the kind of person who kicks his nose in the face and can go to the sky with a ladder, how could she let go of such a good opportunity.

Shen Dunian handed him the soup, met his slightly suspicious deep gaze, and raised his eyebrows: "Have something to say?"

Jun Yiqing took the bowl in her hand and casually pulled a spoon from the plate next to her: "You don't need to be so merciful to Shaoya. ā€

"What?" Shen Wannian didn't keep up with Jun Yiqing's reflex arc, weren't they talking about cooking?

Jun Yiqing lowered her head and pushed aside the green onions floating in the soup noodles, and patiently explained: "Treat anyone simply and decisively, deal with a pheasant in the way of a weasel, treat a leopard in the way of a lion, excessive tolerance and indulgence will not make her grateful to you." ā€

Shen Wannian's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, playing with taste: "Do you think I can't shake her sarcasm at all, or encourage me to grow fangs and bite off her neck, so that she doesn't dare to embarrass me anymore, she is your own sister." ā€

Jun Yiqing took a sip of the soup, raised her eyes to stare at her, and said lazily: "Table." ā€

Shen Dunian: "......"