Jing Jiaren hated his prickly beard, and his chin was pricked so uncomfortably.

This kiss made her thirsty......

And Simon Longting was not only thirsty, but the constant sound of his stomach reminded him that he hadn't eaten anything except wine in the past three days.

With another long empty shot, she pushed him hard in the face, and finally pushed him away.

"Your stomach is growling."

"I'm hungry."

"When you're hungry, go eat!"

Ximen Longting hugged her, reluctant to let go: "Accompany me." ”

"You're not a three-year-old child, and you need someone to accompany you when you eat!"

"I'll be with you."

"I'm not hungry, hey, what are you doing......"

Did this bastard man like to pick her up at every turn?

He knocked her up, kicked open the bedroom door, and walked into the elevator.

All the way down to the restaurant on the first floor, he suddenly remembered something, carried her into the snack room, and opened the glass cabinet.

Placing her on the floor, he pulled out a plate of snacks from it.

When she lifted the lid and saw the blackened handmade cookies on the plate, Jing Jiaren was stunned: "Isn't this what I made?" How is it here? ”

A few days ago, she was not allowed to go out anywhere, and she had nothing to do in the manor, when she saw a magazine saying that cookies were easy to make, and suddenly she wanted to try them.

It turned out that she really didn't have a talent for cooking, and the results were so bad that she felt like a wooden block after a few bites.

Not only is the quality different, but the taste is also not good.

So he hung his head and asked the servant to clean up and throw it away.

"Since you did it, how can you throw it?"

Since her every move was under the surveillance of Ximen Longting, and she made cookies, he naturally knew.

So the biscuits were left behind and put in a fresh-keeping locker.

"Weishenme learns to make cookies." He asked suddenly.

"What weishenme? If you want to do it, you can do it. "Do you need a reason?

Simon Longting smiled confusedly, with a little expectation: "Because of me?" "He used to let her learn how to cook.

Jing Jiaren ruthlessly shattered his illusions: "You think too much, I'm just bored to try my hands." ”

"It's okay, I'll just think you're doing it for me." He picked up a piece and prepared to eat it.

"Wait, this one is hard, you can't eat it at all...... "This is her failure!

Ximen Longting hooked his lips and smiled: "Don't worry, my chewing function is very good." ”

"......" Jing Jiaren, "I won't worry about you, just don't rely on me if you eat a bad stomach." ”

Anyway, it's his body, and he's going to eat her.

Ximen Longting put the biscuit in his mouth, took a bite, frowned, and chewed it with difficulty.

Jing Jiaren sneered and asked, "How is it, is it brittle?" ”

“……”

Simon Longting obviously ate that piece with some difficulty: "What kind of taste does this taste like?" ”

"It was supposed to be chocolate milk, but I made it ...... I always follow the ingredients in the recipe, and the order of processing is correct......"

Ximen Longting picked up another piece: "Each piece tastes different." ”

"This piece is more unpalatable?"

"It's even tastier."

Jing Jiaren didn't believe it would be delicious...... Just looking at it can be very unappetizing.

Simon Longting's dark eyes flashed: "It's like your taste...... Every bite is different and unique. ”

Jing Jiaren couldn't agree and said, "Xiexie, my taste is not so unpalatable!" ”

"No matter how unpalatable it is, you make it."