Chapter 33: True Nature

Do a line of love, since Yan Jiayi has determined to be a female artist, she must keep her duty.

The lens of the camera is very scary, the photogenic weight is three points, and the ninety pound girl lens can definitely show you a hundred pounds or even heavier effect.

If a female artist wants to show her good posture, she is slender and slender, which is the basic requirement.

Yan Jiayi's height is 172 cm, and her weight must be kept within three digits.

Moreover, it is not enough.

Also, a little thinner, a little thinner!

When the time comes, it will look better in the photographer's lens.

Yan Jiayi did not deliberately go on a diet, but just paid attention to eating less sweets and high-calorie foods.

Coupled with a moderate amount of exercise every day, in addition to maintaining a good posture, it is also for exercise.

But when she heard that Wei Zhe was going to cook, Yan Jiayi couldn't help but start to be excited and looking forward to it again.

Eat, what are you afraid of, it's a big deal, cough cough, run for half an hour more at night!

Originally, Wei Zhe wanted to continue to exert his poisonous tongue skills, and he had always been haunted by the events of the year in his heart, but when he saw her casual appearance.

It's as if he is the only one affected;

It was as if that past was unimportant to her;

It's like, the person she liked first was not her, and it wasn't she who provoked him first.

Every time he thought of this, Wei Zhe felt like he had been pricked by a needle, so every time he faced Yan Jiayi, his tone of voice was always not good.

But now, the unpretentious joy in her eyes infected him.

Let him, also a little moved, and raised his chin at her: "Well, let you see my cooking skills today." ”

Seeing Wei Zhe enter the kitchen without looking back, Yan Jiayi relaxed and looked at the furnishings in the room seriously.

It's really inexplicably familiar, there were some accidents in her home back then, and that home can no longer be called "home".

Yan Jiayi, who has not yet turned eighteen, recognized Wei Zhe and really wanted to marry him.

So I seriously look forward to it, if they have their own small home in the future, how to arrange it?

Probably like this?

Yan Jiayi's heart seemed to have a warm current flowing through, washing away her heart, liver and lungs that had been eroded by toxins.

Although the degree is not enough, Yan Jiayi still feels warm, especially now.

Wei Zhe's speed was very fast, and in less than an hour, he had prepared two dishes and one soup.

Coincidentally, there is a steamed fish in it, which Yan Jiayi likes.

When I was abroad, I also ate fish, but it was not an authentic Chinese restaurant practice.

If you order takeout, the waiting time is too long, and a steamed fish is delivered to your home, and the original delicious taste is lost.

So in fact, it has been a long, long time, and Yan Jiayi has never eaten authentic home-cooked steamed sea bass.

At this moment, Yan Jiayi's eyes lit up when she saw this dish on the table.

And seeing that she liked the dishes she made so much, Wei Zhe's mood also became very good.

Ordinary female artists want to keep in shape, and they will control their appetite.

Like this girl, she unreservedly revealed her love for food in front of him.

also said that she wanted to lose weight and maintain a good figure, and when I met her a few times, I saw her feasting.

But thinking about it this way, Wei Zhe was also a little relieved in his heart.

Doesn't this also mean that his status in this stinky girl's heart is different?