Sadism?

Meng Yi'er was stunned for a moment, whether he was willing to let her go like this.

Soon, a sly glint flashed in her eyes.

It's not easy to eat what she cooks, and since she can't get him to let go of herself, let him take the initiative to let herself go.

Since he dared to eat, she naturally dared to do it.

"What? Can't cook? Yan Yichen looked at her without reacting, and looked up at her suspiciously.

Meng Yi'er smiled flatteringly and waved her hand repeatedly, "Yes, cooking, it's simple, of course I can-", she looked sincere and said firmly.

Yan Yichen looked at her thoughtfully and nodded.

"Where's the kitchen?"

"Over there—", Yan Yichen pointed behind her.

——

An hour later

Yan Yichen sat at the dining table, looking at the bowl of clear porridge on the table and the two plates of dark dishes that were no longer made with any ingredients, and he could vaguely smell the smell of burnt paste, his Adam's apple rolled twice, and he swallowed his saliva with difficulty.

He really shouldn't have had too much hope for her.

I thought that she might not be good at cooking, but I didn't expect the consequences to be like this.

"Miss Meng, is this your cooking?"

Yan Yichen looked at Meng Yi'er, who was a little embarrassed, in disbelief, and felt a little funny.

Meng Yi'er glanced at her masterpiece, smiled awkwardly, and whispered, "It's not very good to look good—"

Then she picked up the chopsticks and picked up the dishes, and then put them on the plate in front of Yan Yichen without saying anything.

"Mr. Yan, although the dishes I made look a little unpleasant, the taste should be fine, I put everything that should be put in, you can taste it."

Yan Yichen looked at the plate in front of him, feeling a little desperate, "Are you sure?" ”

Meng Yi'er saw him hesitating, and quickly nodded firmly, "Of course, Mr. Yan, you can eat it while it's hot." ”

As she spoke, she snickered and quickly grabbed two chopsticks and put them on his plate.

Her small movements were all seen by Yan Yichen, and he could naturally see her careful thoughts.

She did it on purpose!

Yan Yichen pursed his lips, and finally picked up the chopsticks and put the food in his mouth, Meng Yier stared at him curiously with big eyes.

Oh my God, it tastes good!

Yan Yichen frowned slightly, a cold light flashed under her deep eyes, this girl is too ruthless, did she put all the salt in it?

She wanted him to take the initiative to get rid of her, but he couldn't follow her wishes.

You know, how difficult it was for him to find such an opportunity to get along with her.

How is it possible to give up?

Yan Yichen controlled the urge to spit out the food, he chewed it twice, and then swallowed it with difficulty, but his face was silent, showing a posture that it tasted good, "Hmm-"

"How?"

Meng Yi'er stared at him nervously, but looking at his expression just now, it didn't seem to have achieved the effect he wanted.

"It's true that as Miss Meng said, it tastes good—"

He pretended to be relaxed and took another bite calmly.

"Miss Meng, do you want to try your own craftsmanship too?"

Yan Yichen smiled lightly and took the dishes for her, Meng Yi'er looked at him suspiciously, and then looked at the food she cooked.

Does it taste good? Can't you?

"Ahh

She picked up the chopsticks and took a bite, and before she even had time to chew it, she spit it out, grabbed a glass of water on the table and drank it in a big gulp.

This scoundrel, lie to her again!

She also said that it tasted good, but she put almost half a bag of salt.

Yan Yichen looked at the girl who was drinking water with a wrinkled little face, and laughed.

"How? Miss Meng, it tastes good, right? ”

Meng Yi'er looked at the arrogant and cold man in front of her, and at this moment she actually smiled and leaned back, and she was angry, she glared at him fiercely.

"Mr. Yan, is it fun to tease me like this?"

Yan Yichen stopped laughing, his handsome face quickly returned to its previous indifference, "Miss Meng, this is called treating others in the way of others." ”

Meng Yi'er remembered that she had indeed calculated him first, so she didn't say anything anymore, and after pausing for a while, she softened her voice and slowly spoke,

"Mr. Yan, I really don't know how to cook and do housework, you better find someone else, or I can help you find a professional nanny or part-time worker, any person will do better than me, I can help you with the money."