Oh, my God! How could there be such a clean and new spotless kitchen in the world, as if it had never been used.

Su Ziyue's eyes widened in shock, she opened the cupboard, and there was only a crystal cup, a porcelain plate, a pair of knives and forks, and a pair of silver-plated chopsticks.

Why is everything a copy? A big question mark appeared in Su Ziyue's mind.

She opened the luxurious gilded refrigerator again, but there was nothing in it except some bottled water and a few eggs. She couldn't, so she had to take a few eggs and prepare to get some poached eggs to eat.

But things are always thought of as good, and doing them is another matter.

"Bang, boom..!" There were constantly various deafening crackling sounds in the kitchen, and through the thick layer of oil smoke, you could glimpse Su Ziyue's petite and busy figure constantly shuttling back and forth.

Almost an hour later, Su Ziyue finally completed her "creation masterpiece".

She touched the sweat on her forehead with relief, and brought the porcelain plate containing the "two lumps" of black and unclear objects to the huge marble dining table.

She picked up one of them with chopsticks and put it in her mouth, although it didn't look very good, but she was still very satisfied with her cooking skills, and she was very proud.

(This reminds people of the cups that happened on Mateshaya Island, (+_+) ~, fortunately she didn't have to bother others this time.) Hahaha. , snickering)

"Poof!" The food that Su Ziyue had just put into her mouth was squirted out by her instantly, and the taste was strange and difficult to swallow, and there was even an egg shell in it, and it was still a whole hard shell.

"Oh my God, how can this be, has my cooking deteriorated?" Su Ziyue looked at the food on the plate in confusion.

In the end, she had no choice but to dump them in the garbage basket. After tidying everything up, she closed the door and went upstairs on an empty stomach.

Of course, there was no way to clean up the already dark kitchen, as if there had just been a terrorist attack, but there were no casualties.

After Su Ziyue came to the room, she was ready to take a shower and sleep beautifully, it was now past 12 o'clock, and her heavy eyelids had already been fighting up and down.

She went to the bathroom, quickly took off her dirty clothes, and sank naked into the tub where the hot water had already been placed.

In an instant, all the hunger and fatigue were thrown out of the clouds by her, and she wanted to enjoy this rare comfort.

When she dried herself, she suddenly realized that she didn't seem to have a change of clothes, and she didn't have pajamas to wear! She pursed her pink lips in annoyance.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a dark blue bathrobe hanging from the wall, and without thinking twice, she reached out and pulled it off and draped it over herself.

In an instant, a faint mint fragrance lingered on the tip of her nose, wrapping around Su Ziyue's side.

This is his breath, a unique breath, Su Ziyue smiled at the misty mirror, her smooth and pink skin was as soft and delicate as flower petals, and it became more and more charming and lovely in the ink-colored robe.

Although the robe was large, almost completely resting on the ground, and it was also loose, it was barely okay. Whatever it was, she walked into the bedroom with her robe in her hand, then turned off the light and slammed her whole body on the soft bed.

In a few moments she fell asleep with the faint scent of mint, as peacefully as a quiet little lamb.

There was silence all around, except for the sound of her shallow breathing, the occasional mutter, or the intermittent chirping of insects outside the window.

The silence of the night is frightening.