"Burned?!" The flower fat mist was stunned.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I was distracted just now, my mind was full of thoughts about what was next, and I didn't pay attention to the size of the flame, and I actually burned the rice for a while!

It's dinner today.

Seeing that Qi Yan's time for class was approaching, Xu was now on the way back, and the time to recook a pot of rice was far from enough, but he couldn't hand over the burnt rice to him, how could this be good?

Hua Fat Mist's face changed suddenly, thinking of Qi Yan's meaningful face, as well as his approaching appearance, goosebumps popped up all of a sudden.

"No, I can't offend him, I'm still counting on him to let me stay in Xianmen!"

Although the other party is occasionally kind, but in the final analysis, he is still an out-and-out black-bellied man, if he does not serve well and touches the scales, the consequences are difficult to say.

You can't capsize in the gutter.

She was so anxious that her forehead was sweating, and she flipped out two spells in her hand and threw them into the stove, and the smell of burnt dissipated a lot, but she could still smell it faintly, let alone eat it in her mouth.

If this kind of food was seen by Qi Yan, he might not know how he would punish her.

In desperation, Qi Yan's smiling face had already appeared in his mind, and he leaned in front of him, saying something with a smile, "beautiful and delicious......

Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle.

"Forget it, throw the rice away, steam the steamed buns or cook the noodles!"

She took out the burnt rice, and finally brushed the stove clean, but when she washed it, she found that there was a crack at the bottom of the pot, and she could no longer cook food.

Looking at the vegetables next to me that haven't had time to cook, as well as the black rice balls, the flower fat mist is a headache.

"Didn't it plant it in Canaan's hands, but it was planted in Qi Yan's hands?" She said to herself.

After a while, a small figure flashed outside the window.

The flower resin mist turned his head and saw that it was Qi Yan who was already in the dormitory, passing through the window, and he happened to be able to see it.

"I can only break the jar and break it." Grit your teeth and insist.

It was getting late, she filled the scorched meal, looked up at the sky, the sky was like a cover, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, it was a mysterious and strange blue, just like her chaotic mood now.

stepped into the dormitory, and before he could speak, Qi Yan's voice floated over.

"Rice is mushy?"

He sat on the side of the table with his arms crossed, carrying a pot of herbal tea, and was gulping it down his throat.

"Uh-huh......" Flora Mist was startled, and his heart was beating hard.

Qi Yan glanced up at her, his nose sniffed the air inadvertently, and he couldn't smell the slightest aroma of wild jasmine, only the unpleasant smell of burnt.

He paused and said, "I smell mush from afar, what, you don't want to give me a burnt meal?" ”

She gave a smiling face dryly and replied weakly, "No, it's an accident." ”

"Accident." Qi Yan repeated, "If you can't do it well, you can do it again, that's how you serve your master, let your master eat paste?" ”

After he finished speaking, his eyes stared straight at the flower fat mist, dressed in black with black silk carved flowers, and his face was not angry, like a cheetah ambushed in the night, it seemed that he was very concerned about this matter.

However, his eyes, from the moment he lifted it, fell on the flower fat mist, and he never glanced at the food plate.

In fact, what he cared about most was not dinner at all - after all, what happened last night is not so easy to forget.

The woman still has his imprint on her.