Why are men keen to ask this question, An Yixi glanced around, still in broad daylight, she was thin-skinned, glanced at Fu Liyan with disgust, lowered her head, and said, "I don't know? ”

"Huh?"

"Nope." By the way, saying that there is no such thing makes her feel less shy.

Fu Liyan's face sank, and a strange light flashed in his eyes, "No?" Then why are you screaming so loudly? I thought you were enjoying it. ”

An Yixi saw that someone saw her side, and shyly covered Fu Liyan's mouth, and the heat in his mouth fell on her palm like a cigarette butt. "What nonsense are you talking about."

Fu Liyan didn't struggle, just looked at her with a deep steadiness.

An Yixi's heart was weak, let go of his hand, and wiped his hands with a tissue.

"Is there any?" Fu Liyan asked evilly.

An Yixi frowned, lowered his voice and said, "I don't know." ”

Fu Liyan held her hand and pinched the fine flesh in her palm for a while, "Go back and try again?" ”

An Yixi's palms trembled, and he withdrew his hand, "Aren't you tired?" ”

"It's you who are struggling, and of course I'm not tired."

An Yixi felt three black lines on his face, lowered his head, and said softly: "I'm tired." ”

"So go back and replace me." He elegantly drank the tea in the cup, the tea was from a small shop, and the poor Qizi Pu'er, but he drank the sweetness of high-end tea.

“……”

After the meal, the two of them strolled back to the hotel.

The days in October in Jinghong are like this, the morning is cool and comfortable, the day is very hot at noon, and it is cool again in the evening.

An Yixi had some fine sweat on her forehead, walked under the shade of the tree, took a rest, Fu Liyan stopped, put one hand in his pocket, and waited for her.

"Fu Liyan, teach me to cook a dish this afternoon, I want to have a chance to cook it for Nan Nan when I go back." An Yixi said......

"What do you want to cook?" Fu Liyan is rarely good-tempered.

An Yixi tilted his head, thought for a moment, and asked, "What is Nan Nan's favorite dish to eat?" Simpler. ”

Fu Liyan looked at the fruit stall and said, "Pineapple rice, do you want to try it?" ”

An Yixi nodded and smiled, "It doesn't sound difficult. ”

"Huh." Fu Liyan laughed meaningfully.

People who can't even cook egg fried rice. Actually say that pineapple rice is easy?

Hehe!

The two of them went to the supermarket and bought three large pineapples, three pieces of chicken breast, carrots, shiitake mushrooms, simple chicken essence, salt, sugar, and glutinous rice.

An Yixi followed Fu Liyan's back very studiously, watching him cut off one-fifth of the pineapple, and then dug out the pineapple inside the big one.

The room was filled with the rich smell of pineapple, sweet and sour.

Fu Liyan washed the glutinous rice again and put the pineapple head in the room and covered it.

An Yixi did a good job of learning from him.

In the process of cooking, Fu Liyan cut the pineapple he dug up before into small square pieces, and cut the chicken breast into small square pieces of the same size as the pineapple piece, carrots, and mushrooms for the same treatment.

An Yixi looked at his skilled cutting, cutting it stupidly, and sighed while looking at his white fingers: "How did you learn this, are you born with it?" ”

"Hmm." Fu Liyan replied with a deep word.

"Huh?" An Yixi raised her eyebrows and looked at Fu Liyan in surprise.

Fu Liyan continued to be busy with the work at hand and said, "I seem to have told you before that my mother is a food expert. ”

An Yixi recalled, did he say it?