She walked into the kitchen, picked up a shovel, put on an apron, and didn't forget to come out before cooking.

"I can tell you, you have to be mentally prepared for me to cook, and if you don't eat it, I'll stuff it all in your mouth." She warned.

He had just laid down on the couch to rest for a while when he saw her looking like she was going to war.

She can't cook?

"Don't worry, no matter what you do, I'll be hungry and eat anything now." He touched his empty belly.

He didn't care about that, in case she lied to him, he would do it first.

Zheng Yuqing's eyebrows revealed a serious expression, clenched the shovel, and turned into the kitchen menacingly.

Less than five minutes later, I heard a crackling sound inside, a cracking sound, a crashing sound, and a wailing sound.

Wu Qizun frowned, his face suddenly turned hideous, it seemed that he was really wrong.

He crept to the door of the kitchen, opened a crack, and was immediately stunned, all kinds of food could be seen everywhere, fragments of plates, pots and pans were all over the floor, smoking and clattering.

Didn't she know there was an exhaust?

Trembling, he closed the door and crept along.

Let's run away first.

"It's done, hehe, let's eat."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked to the door, he heard Zheng Yuqing's voice.

He bent over and saw that her hair seemed to have exploded, and her face did not know if it had rubbed against the bottom of the pot, squinting and smiling.

He swallowed and stood up straight, the corners of his mouth twitching twice.

After a few minutes, he sat in his chair, staring at the black food in front of him, not knowing what to do.

Can this be eaten?

"What's wrong? Eat it. Zheng Yuqing said with a smile.

He also deliberately took a pair of chopsticks and put them in front of him.

Wu Qizun picked up the chopsticks and stretched them out into a black plate, so hard that he might not even be able to break the stone, he looked up at Zheng Yuqing.

"Eat it, I've worked so hard to make it, if you don't eat it, hehe, you know." She squinted.

He shivered and looked at her with a smile on her face, but the feeling of not disobeying the harmony clearly told him not to eat the posture of bearing the consequences.

Maybe he asked her to make it, although it doesn't look good, it doesn't necessarily taste bad.

He forcibly ripped off a piece and put it in his mouth, and his face turned green all of a sudden.

It was bitter and salty, and it was particularly spicy, and the smell of burning choked his nose, and his face twitched.

"Is it that unpalatable?" She asked cautiously.

Although it is not good-looking, she is still very confident in the taste.

"You taste it." He covered his mouth to keep the food from coming out and muttered.

Zheng Yuqing glanced at him disdainfully, picked up a piece and put it in her mouth without care, however, as soon as she touched the food, she immediately spit it out.

It's unpalatable.

She looked at him embarrassedly.

As a result, the food, which seemed to be deadly, had to be thrown away.

I found some food to eat in the fridge, even if it was dinner.

After eating, it was already dark, and after she took a bath, she found that the light in the study was on, and she wanted to see what the second gentleman was doing, so she quietly walked over and lay down at the door to watch.

Wu Qizun was holding the old hairpin and staring at it blankly, and his hand was wiping it, as if he was afraid of getting a little dust.

"What's so nice about a hairpin?" She muttered to herself.

"What are you doing there?" Wu Qizun heard the voice, turned around and asked coldly.

"Nothing, that's, is it someone you like?" She asked curiously, pointing to the hairpin.

When he was in the mountain hotel, he cherished that hairpin very much, if it wasn't for his beloved's things, who would cherish it so much?

"What's the matter with you?" He put the hairpin away, walked to the door, and looked at her coldly.

"It's just curiosity, who cares yes." She shrugged and turned to leave.

Unexpectedly, his arm was firmly grasped by him, and he pulled her to his side, and he blocked her against the wall, supporting the wall with one hand, and lifting her small chin with the other hand.

"It's my beloved's hairpin, I miss her for a long time, often hot and dry, today, I have endured it for a long time, why don't you take her to dissipate my hot feelings?" His eyebrows furrowed.

His warm breath hit her face, and for a moment, she lowered her head shyly.

"You are uncomfortable looking for you and her, why do you let me replace you? I don't have that leisure, go away, I'm going to sleep. She was shy, but her tone was very unwilling.

Push his arm away and turn to walk.

Yet, how could he let her escape? Pick her up directly.

"What are you doing? Let me down, you, if you dare to do anything excessive to me, I, I will kill you. She panicked and thrashed him.

Although they were together all the way, they were not that kind of relationship, and she didn't want her most precious thing to be taken away by him.

"Good boy." He said softly.

A strange smile skimmed over the corner of his mouth.

"If you don't let me down again, I'll shout." She struggled with her legs and feet.

However, he did not stop, but when he arrived in the room, he threw her directly on the bed and began to untie his tie and take off his coat.

"You, you, if you dare to touch me, I will bite my tongue and kill myself." She sat curled up together, leaning against the head of the bed, threatening.

He was silent, wearing a white shirt, and knelt directly on the bed, holding her arms.

She leaned against the head of the bed, her eyes staring straight at him, her heart fluttering, fluttering.

"Be obedient, I will be gentle with you." He leaned in to her and whispered.

"Get out of the way, don't touch me." She shouted.

At this moment, the corners of her eyes were already moist, and she was very aggrieved.

"Don't you want to? Our relationship is so good along the way, don't you look forward to it? He leaned in again and deliberately kissed her on the forehead.

Breathing a little fast, as if there really was such a thing, yes.

"The ghost is willing, besides, where is the relationship good? I hate you, I hate you very much. She shouted at him.

"Women's words are all the opposite, can I think the same way?" He touched her cheek and said.

She panicked.

Tears finally fell unwillingly.

Surprised, he sat up and threw the quilt on top of her.

"It's funny." He said boredly.

"You, you go and die." She clutched at the quilt, annoyed.

"Forget it, I'd better decompress myself, hey." He smiled and turned to leave.

With the intention of teasing her, he didn't expect that he couldn't help but be a little embarrassed halfway, he shook his head in the corridor and walked into the room alone.

She sniffed hard and grabbed the quilt.

I was very aggrieved for a while, and suddenly I missed my father.

She picked up the phone, whether her father would be angry or not, she had to talk to her father, she just wanted to hear the voices of her loved ones at the moment.

The phone rang, and she was ready to be trained.