Su Yanjue stood outside and watched her movements, and his heart warmed. He gripped the glass tightly, clenched and loosened. Finally, he reluctantly put the cup back in its place, turned around and walked towards the cloakroom.

During Su Yanjue's business trip, Ran Yun was the only one to eat, so at her strong request, the chef at home only cooked three simple dishes a day, and it was dinner. But when Ran Yun went downstairs, he couldn't help but widen his eyes when he looked at the long table full of food.

This is breakfast, Chinese, Western, Japanese, Thai, the whole table is full, and the maid at home is still under the command of Aunt Tong, desperately serving it up.

"Miss Ran, please take a seat." When Aunt Tong saw Ran Yun going downstairs, she hurriedly greeted her and led her to sit down.

"Aunt Tong, are there any guests at home today?" Ran Yun looked at the table of dishes and asked suspiciously.

Aunt Tong laughed softly, waved her hand and said, "No, these are all prepared by the young master's orders, saying that they are for you to replenish your body." ”

Ran Yun frowned, and looked at the dishes in front of him, "Give me a body?" What's wrong with me? She looked down at her body, which had gained five or six pounds, and couldn't think of anything she needed to make up.

"You dare to ask what's wrong with you." A crisp voice came from upstairs, and Su Yanjue, who had just finished bathing, changed into a home clothes, and a white bath towel wiped casually on his short black hair. When he got downstairs, he threw it to the servants who were standing on both sides of the stairs, and walked into the dining room with long legs.

Su Yanjue sat down, and the servant immediately put the tableware neatly.

"Let me ask you, what is the next sentence that people are iron and rice is steel?"

Ran Yun frowned and blurted out, "I'm hungry if I don't eat a meal." ”

Su Yanjue snapped his fingers, waved his finger and pointed to the maid pouring milk, serving porridge, and making coffee for Ran Yun.

Ran Yun knew that he had fallen into his trap, this person was cautious, he must be thinking about the fact that he didn't eat last night. She looked helplessly at the servants who were circling around her, and after a while there was a variety of breakfast in front of her.

"Su Yanjue, have you ever seen someone who drinks coffee and porridge in the morning? Have you ever seen someone who eats fritters and butters? "The meals in front of him are almost piled up in a mountain to make Ran Yun angry, Su Yanjue is too extravagant and wasteful.

But Su Yanjue drank the milk unhurriedly, and ate the Western-style breakfast on the plate with a knife and fork, "There are so many styles, I just give you a choice, you decide what to eat, and I decide whether to eat or not." ”

Ran Yun couldn't resist him, sighed and ordered the coffee and milk in front of him to be taken away, and only ate a simple but exquisite Chinese breakfast. A bowl of porridge and a few xiaolongbao are sufficient.

Although he had eaten a little on the plane before, the in-flight meal was not as good as the chef at home, and Su Yanjue still ate a lot.

And although Ran Yun was not very hungry at Su Yanjue's strong request, he still ate a lot.

"Miss Ran, the top bird's nest porridge is ready." The maid at home took a bowl of steaming porridge and placed it lightly in front of Ran Yun.

When the servant was about to retreat, Su Yanjue suddenly said, "Wait a minute." ”

The servant stepped forward respectfully and lowered his head slightly, "Young Master, what are your orders?" ”

Su Yanjue put down the tableware in his hand, picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth elegantly, "What did you just call her?" ”

The maid looked back at Ran Yun, who looked confused, in the direction of Su Yanjue's finger, and then turned his head and replied respectfully, "Miss Ran." ”