Chapter 162: What the Hell, Do You Like About Me? I'll change!

She waited until Nanfeng entered the waiting hall before she left the airport.

When I returned to the Binjiang Pearl Apartment, I went directly to Huo Yunxiang's apartment and borrowed the studio to write songs.

The housekeeper was washing vegetables in the kitchen and asked with a smile when he saw her enter the door.

"Miss Nan, do you want something to drink?"

"Coffee, thank you."

Nan Qiao said, going to the cat climbing frame and kneading two handfuls of biscuits.

The housekeeper put down what he was doing and made her coffee first.

"The third young master is already on his way back, and he will be home in a while."

Nan Qiao glanced at the vegetables picked and washed in the kitchen, his eyebrows tangled.

"He's not...... Do you really want to cook your own food? ”

"Miss Nan, don't worry, the third young master has been practicing for several days, and it won't be too unpalatable." The butler swore an oath.

Nan Qiao smiled and said nothing, it didn't matter if he did it well or not.

Anyway, whatever he makes, she will say that it is unpalatable.

She didn't believe it, she was so ignorant, could he stand it?

With that in mind, she brought her coffee into the studio and devoted herself to the songwriting of the new album.

Not long after she entered, Huo Yunxiang came back, and as soon as she looked at the coat thrown on the sofa, she knew that she had returned.

The butler had already prepared the ingredients for dinner and asked.

"Third Young Master, everything is ready, is there anything else you need my help with?"

"No need, you can go back and rest." Huo Yunxiang said.

said that he would cook dinner himself, so naturally he couldn't let others help.

The housekeeper finally checked the various ingredients he had prepared and made sure that nothing was missing before leaving the apartment.

Huo Yunxiang went back to the room and changed into light loungeclothes, and then rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

The biscuits climbed onto the dining table in the restaurant, and looking at Huo Yunxiang, who really cooked in the kitchen, couldn't help but feel some sympathy.

Lord Biscuit bets that no matter how good he does for a while, the one who has no conscience will not say that it is delicious.

Nan Qiao was busy in the studio for a long time, writing a melody, and felt a little thirsty before coming out to find water to drink.

As a result, as soon as I arrived at the restaurant, I saw that the handsome man who didn't eat the fireworks of the world actually cooked in the kitchen.

Huo Yunxiang took a plate of stir-fried vegetables out of the pot, and turned around to see her stunned.

"Hungry?"

Nan Qiao saw that she really cooked herself, and she was inexplicably a little upset.

"I'll tell you, you...... You don't have to actually cook for yourself. ”

Huo Yunxiang handed her the plate and said with a chuckle.

"It's fun to cook for someone you like."

Nan Qiao smiled dryly: "......"

What do you like about me?

I'll change!

Can't I change it?

"There's another dish, you go wash your hands, and you can eat." Huo Yunxiang said.

Nan Qiao brought the food to the restaurant, washed his hands and sat down in the restaurant.

While waiting for the meal to start, I was thinking about how to be a demon for a while.

Huo Yunxiang brought the last sweet and sour chop to the table, sat down opposite her and said.

"The dishes are ready, how about you taste them?"

Nan Qiao sandwiched a small chop and tasted it, and the seasoning and heat were just right.

However, she would not praise him.

"It's ...... unpalatable"

She was about to vomit unpalatable, when she raised her eyes to see the small blisters on the back of Huo Yunxiang's hand, and her fingers were still wrapped around Band-Aid.

Suddenly his conscience was discovered, and he changed his words and said.

"Rare...... It's rare to eat such delicious sweet and sour short ribs. ”

Huo Yunxiang's thin lips hooked a warm and soft smile, and he put a piece in her bowl.

"Thanks for the compliment."

Nan Qiao: "......"

She's just ...... What the hell is being said?

Said that you want to be a woman without conscience?

said that he would do heaven and earth, and he would not stop until he broke up, how could he ...... How did it become a compliment?