Jian Han was stunned, slowly put down the thick English book he was holding in his hand, and raised his head, "He specially named me to make it?"

Before the words fell, she immediately smelled the familiar, pervasive and alluring aroma, with the rich aroma of old vinegar and the unique seductive taste of chili peppers, and she blurted out without thinking: "Hot and sour noodles!" Is it hot and sour noodles?! ”

The young butler pushed the dining cart in front of Jian Han with a smile, and praised it sincerely: "Your nose is really smart, it's this thing called hot and sour noodles, it smells so good." ”

Jian Han saw the familiar food, and her appetite was great, she didn't mean not to eat just now, she just read the book and saw the critical place, and she was fascinated, otherwise the obvious taste of hot and sour noodles would not have been unsmelled.

She took the warm towel handed over by the young butler, wiped her hands, and took the chopsticks, and said with a smile while skillfully rolling up the vermicelli with chopsticks: "You're right, but this thing, it smells good, and it tastes even more enjoyable!"

Well, hot and sour noodles can't be described as fragrant, sour to the point of saliva and spicy to the point that the lips are on fire, only enjoyable is the most suitable adjective.

The young butler secretly swallowed his saliva and made up his mind that he would wait and ask the chef to bring him a bowl too!

Jian Han took two bites and commented unhappily: "Hey, it's a pity, it's not spicy enough, hot and sour powder, hot and sour powder, you must put more vinegar and chili peppers to be delicious, this sour taste is enough, but unfortunately there are not enough chili peppers." ”

Andrew silently wrote down in his heart, well, put more spicy and more spicy.

At this time, the young butler with a head full of hot and sour noodles did not know that this was the first of the countless pits that the hostess had dug for him in his future career.

After eating a big bowl of hot and sour noodles, and even drinking the soup completely, Jian Han felt a little supportive, she stood up, walked back and forth in the living room a few times, the clock in the corner rang immediately, dangdangdang, a series of bells, she turned her head to look, the hour hand had firmly pointed to eight.

Jian Han's heart sank, and she had a premonition inexplicably, I was afraid that her expectations would be disappointed, which made her feel a little depressed, and she couldn't help but think crankily - maybe he just asked casually, she was too solemn; Or maybe he wants to surprise her with a huge surprise, maybe tomorrow morning, when she gets up, she will open the window and see that the garden has turned into a sea of flowers?

In her thoughts, the clock rang again, Jian Han turned her head to look, and suddenly woke up, just like that, an hour had passed!

No, no, she couldn't worry about a man anymore and let her life fall into chaos, she frowned slightly, forced her attention to take her attention away from this matter, and with an arrow step, she went to the sofa and picked up the half-read "The Self-cultivation of Actors" again, she looked a little struggling with the English version of the masterpiece, and even prepared a thicker Oxford dictionary at hand.

But once she saw it, she was very engaged, and she only felt that every sentence was a golden rule, which benefited her a lot.

As she focused on reading, the residents on the block darkened one by one, leaving only the yellowed street lamps still sleepy and persistent, and the moon pulled over a thick cloud quilt and quietly took a nap.

yawned, Jian Han's eyes gradually became heavy, and the English letters, which were already somewhat unfamiliar on the page, flew up from the page one after another, circling around her.

Soon, a slight snoring sounded, and she fell asleep completely, but she seemed to be thinking about something, and she didn't sleep soundly.

A strong aroma came, she subconsciously looked for the fragrance and left, a large field of evening primrose flowers appeared in front of her, in the hazy moonlight, these small white flowers looked particularly delicate and lovely, she couldn't help but lower her head, approached the white flowers, sniffed, but smelled a strong aroma of coffee.

Jian Han couldn't help but show a suspicious look, she remembered that the aroma of this small white flower was very pleasant, the taste was a little like jasmine tea, and some like green tea, how could it not be the aroma of coffee.

In the next second, the ground shook, and the flower field in front of him quickly shattered into pieces, Jian Han opened his eyes suddenly, and saw the housekeeper Andrew holding a cup of steaming coffee, looking at her with an unnatural smile on his face, and the hand he had just retracted let her know who was the culprit of the earthquake just now.

Without waiting for Jian Han to speak, the young butler asked politely in a hoarse voice, "Do you want to rest or drink a cup of coffee to refresh yourself?"

Jian Han looked at him in surprise, he didn't know how the young butler's voice had become hoarse in a short period of time, and his lips seemed to be ruddy beyond imagination, as if he had undergone lip augmentation surgery.

Jian Han restrained his curiosity, turned his head and looked at the clock, the hour hand had already walked to the second position ruthlessly, at this time, even if Jian Han gave himself more encouragement, he knew that today, it was impossible to receive flowers from Leohard.

At this moment, she clearly felt that the snail, which had quietly poked out two small tentacles, swooped back into her safe shell, just like the feelings she had just budded.

People who have been hurt will always use thicker and stronger firewalls to protect themselves, inexplicably, after confirming that Leohard will not send flowers, she felt relieved, and a voice told her that this was not right, but she still felt much more relaxed.

She closed the book in her hand and smiled faintly: "No, I'm ready to rest, you should rest early." ”

Watching the hostess drag her heavy steps upstairs, the young housekeeper didn't have the heart to slander the male host's inconsiderate behavior anymore - flirting with others and not being responsible, it's just scum.

He drank all the coffee in his hand in one gulp, but he couldn't help but grin because he forgot the heat of the coffee, damn perverted and spicy, he had already drunk enough water to water the entire lawn!

I won't easily believe the words of the hostess in the future! Daddy clearly emphasized! How did he forget!

……

Probably after completely giving up hope, but can face it calmly, this sleep, Jian Han slept exceptionally well, woke up refreshed, and saw at a glance that there were 100+ unread new emails displayed on the interface of the mobile phone that was set to silent.

She thought she was dazzled for a while, and after rubbing her eyes, she found that 100+ still existed, and wondered if the mobile phone number was stolen by some commercial organization, and sent a bunch of spam emails.

She clicked on her phone and immediately saw that all the new emails had a common sender - Roy!

Barrel Han: "......"

Their screenwriter is burning down the house!