Luo Xiyu muttered, "Don't you have anything like cookies at home?" ”

Han Yiting glanced her up and down, and asked with a somewhat dark look, "Hungry?" ”

Luo Xiyu lowered her head and whispered a "hmm".

"Why don't you ask Mama Zhang to do it for you?"

"It's so late, Zhang's mother has already gone to bed, I'm embarrassed to disturb it anymore."

Oops, I can't see it, it's quite sweet.

Han Yiting's corner of his eyes glanced at the hidden hand behind her: "What are you eating?" ”

Luo Xiyu didn't want him to find out, but since he asked, he could only take the initiative to take out the half-eaten tomatoes from behind him, Han Yiting's face became a little dark: "Aren't you afraid of diarrhea?" Thrown. ”

"Huh?" Luo Xiyu can't do this kind of rich words that Han Yiting said, although her family is not very poor, but she has always received a good education, and she can't waste food: "What a waste, the last few bites, I'll eat it!" ”

Luo Xiyu just wanted to pick it up and eat it, Han Yiting snatched it from her hand and was about to throw it into the trash, but found that there were still a few red tops in the trash can, and asked in a deep voice, "How many have you eaten?" ”

Luo Xiyu thought for a moment and stretched out three fingers.

Han Yiting ordered in a deep voice: "Take a bench and sit down." ”

Luo Xiyu looked at him with some incomprehension, what surprised her even more was Han Yiting's movements, he actually put on an apron, is this posture that he wants to cook for himself? Oh my God, no!

Luo Xiyu looked at his back in a daze, poured half of the water from the pot, and after 3 minutes, I saw him take out a wisp of noodles from the refrigerator and put it in the boiling water.

5 minutes later, skillfully beat an egg into the pot, 1 minute later, picked it out with chopsticks, put it on a clean plate, sprinkled some peppercorn noodles, brought it over and put it in front of Luo Xiyu, looking at a simple noodle made so exquisitely, her heart couldn't help but admire, how can this man do anything, Han Yiting handed Luo Xiyu a chopstick: "Try it"

Luo Xiyu took the chopsticks, licked her lips, a little incredulous, stretched out a little finger and begged in her tone: "Can I take a photo?" ”

Luo Xiyu roared in her heart, Han Yiting personally made noodles, this is a convincing that can't be repaired for centuries, if you don't record it with your mobile phone, how can this be?

Looking at Luo Xiyu's pleading gaze, he lightly spit out two words: "Whatever." ”

With Han Yiting's approval, she picked up her mobile phone from the table and took a few photos with a click, it looks so good, and it tastes good.

Luo Xiyu picked up the chopsticks and picked out a few noodles, put them in her mouth, and after chewing a few times, the whole person stopped there as if she was still, Han Yiting looked at her abrupt movements, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?" ”

Luo Xiyu raised her eyes, which radiated light, and praised: "Han Yiting, why are your cooking so delicious?" ”

Han Yiting coughed lightly, there was still no expression on his face, but he still felt a trace of joy and a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

Luo Xiyu asked curiously, "How can you cook?" ”

"Why not?"

"No, it's a bit embarrassing that you, the president of the Han Group, can cook."

This sentence inadvertently brought Han Yiting back to his childhood memories......