At this moment, Lin Yan sat at the dinner table, like a pin.

It's just a meal, but there is an inexplicable feeling that he is about to go to the execution ground.

"Taste it." Pei Yucheng intimately sandwiched a piece of braised pork for her.

"Okay, thanks! I'll just do it myself! ”

Lin Yan glanced at the braised pork, looking at the color and appearance, it was okay.

Perhaps, it's not so scary?

Could it be that last time I was unlucky and ate the most unpalatable one?

So, Lin Yan thought so, and then put the braised pork in his mouth.

The next second, at the moment when she chewed-

Lin Yan clearly felt it...... The taste of death!

It's even worse than the last time I ate it!

I'm afraid that I really want to eat the dead!

It turned out that it wasn't because of bad luck that she ate the most unpalatable last time, but because she didn't know how to cherish it last time when she was so lucky......

It's not easy to make it so unpalatable, right?

Guy, how the hell did you do that?

How can you make such a ghost. Livestock food!

In front of Pei Yucheng's face like this, she couldn't swallow it, which shows how lethal these foods are!

should really let Pei Yucheng's crazy female fans come to taste the food made by Pei Yucheng, and it will definitely be a large-scale de-powdering scene at that time.

And at this moment, Lin Yan, who is his girlfriend, can only swallow it all silently......

Lin Yan: "It's delicious...... Delicious ......."

Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills.

"It's good if you like it, the food outside is not healthy, go back and wait for you to start working, I'll help you prepare a boxed lunch, you can bring it over." Pei Yucheng spoke.

The quail eggs on Lin Yan's chopsticks fell back to the plate: "......"

It's a bolt from the blue, and that's it......

However, even if his heart was corroded into a barren desert by those braised pork, green vegetables, sweet and sour pork ribs, Lin Yan still smiled and said: "Okay, good!" Thank you, Mr. Pei! ”

Is that what it is...... What does love feel like?

If it's not true love, who can do this?

When the meal was finally finished, Lin Yan felt like he had just survived a catastrophe.

"It's hard for you to cook for me personally, I'll go wash the dishes!" Lin Yan took the initiative to speak.

Pei Yucheng rubbed the girl's head, "No, go and rest, you can just eat." ”

Lin Yan: "...... huh......

It's good that you're in charge of eating......

Originally, this sentence should have been such a romantic love sentence!

When she came to her, it became a reminder......

Lin Yan felt that he really needed to take it easy, so he returned to the room and quickly secretly rummaged through all the snacks he had brought over.

I tore several milk candy pieces in a row and stuffed them into my mouth......

When the taste of candy melted in his mouth, Lin Yan finally had a feeling of returning to the world.

Luckily, she brought all the snacks with her.

Many artists like to lose weight and diet, but Lin Yan's body consumption is much larger than that of ordinary people, so there is no need to deliberately diet, everything is still eaten as usual, and there are a lot of snacks at home.

As long as you don't eat too much, you won't gain weight.

Racing drivers are also a profession that requires strict weight control, so she is quite careful in this regard.

After eating some snacks, Lin Yan finally eased up, and then she began to tidy up her things.

Looking at the garlic, peachwood sword, rune paper, and other items in one of the large bags......

Lin Yan glanced at this elegantly decorated room, and felt that these things were too destructive to be placed in this room.

However, there is no way, it is important to keep the festival!

She was normal for a long time before, maybe she had the credit for these things!

Seeing that the night was getting darker outside the window, Lin Yan's expression tightened, and he hurriedly hung up everything first...... Mobile phone users please browse and read, and a better reading experience comes from Aiwang.