Yan Hatsune pursed her lips tightly, forcing herself not to laugh out loud.

But it's really funny......

The corners of her mouth were still curled uncontrollably.

Lu Zeyan's eyes became more and more cold, he stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers pinched the woman's chin.

Yan Chuyin was caught off guard, the smile on his face retracted, and he could only be forced to look at the man.

"I remember all these slaps you made." Lu Zeyan looked at her condescendingly, his eyes dark.

Yan Chuyin was stunned when she heard this, and it seemed that she had indeed slapped Lu Zeyan a lot since she realized that she had indeed slapped Lu Zeyan a lot......

However, it's clear that he likes to play tricks. Hooligans, deserve it!

Suddenly, he approached slightly, his thin lips were close to the tips of Yan Hatsune's ears, and his voice was ambiguous. Ambiguous and gloomy, but also with a domineering arrogance, "Still laughing? Sooner or later you'll be made crying! ”

Yan Chuyin's eyes widened suddenly.

Cry?

Is that what she thinks?

Yan Hatsuyin's face turned a little redder again.

This man actually tunes like this. Play her!

Lu Zeyan let go of Yan Hatsune's jaw, and walked out of the kitchen with graceful steps as if nothing had happened.

Yan Chuyin smelled a hint of burnt smell at this time.

"It's over!" She immediately ran to a pot of soup that was simmering.

"Bastard Lu Zeyan!" Yan Hatsune opened the lid of the pot and found that his soup was completely mushy.

……

Finally, Yan Hatsune put the finished dish on the table.

It's long past dinner time, so this table can be counted as a late-night snack.

Yan Feifei and Lu Xiuchen were not sleepy at all, and they had to eat the dishes made by Yan Chuyin before they were willing to sleep.

And Lu Zeyan sat on the side, his expression was cold, and his brows were slightly frowned.

"You two, your faces are so red!" Yan Feifei blinked, his gaze swept across the faces of the two.

Indeed, their faces were still flushed.

Yan Chuyin was blushing, while Lu Zeyan was beaten red, although the palm print had dissipated, the slightest crimson could still be seen.

"Is the kitchen hot, son!" Yan Chuyin was a little weak-hearted, and immediately found an excuse to prevaricate the past.

"What are these?" At this time, Lu Zeyan's voice sounded, he looked at these strange dishes made by Yan Chuyin, and asked with a twisted eyebrow.

Prince Lu usually doesn't eat Western food, or eats Chinese food made by Michelin-level chefs himself.

The dishes made by Yan Hatsuyin have a very simple feeling, and the appearance may not be exquisite.

It's no wonder that Young Master Lu is disgusted.

Yan Feifei listened, and immediately explained to Lu Zeyan kindly: "Uncle, this is braised pork, and that is scrambled eggs with tomato......"

Yan Chuyin waved his hand at his son, "Fanfan, leave him alone, it's best if he doesn't eat, the three of us enjoy it!" ”

After speaking, Yan Chuyin directly picked up a small piece of waffle with his hand and handed it to Yan Feifei, "Try the waffle I made." ”

She also explained, "I just washed my hands. ”

Yan Feifei took a big "woo" and ate the waffle that Yan Hatsuyin fed him into his mouth.

"It's delicious, Dabao." Yan Feifei smiled happily while chewing.

Lu Xiuchen on the side watched the interaction between the two, and his eyes showed a look of longing and envy.

"Xiaochen, you have a piece too!" Yan Chuyin naturally didn't forget Lu Xiuchen, and she also fed him a piece.

After eating the waffles that Yan Chuyin personally fed, Lu Xiuchen's originally indifferent eyes couldn't help but show a little brilliance, looking shiny. His eyebrows were unusually soft, and the corners of his eyes seemed to be hooked with a smile.

Lu Zeyan stared at Yan Chuyin's hand fixedly, expecting that she would pick up a piece of waffle and feed it to herself.