Qiao Yuanfei has lived abroad alone for so many years, because she is not used to eating Western food, she practices cooking by herself. ~with~dream~small~say~щ~suimеng~lā

After a long time, although I dare not say that the cooking skills are exquisite, the dishes made are still exquisite and delicious.

You can't eat too much for a late-night snack, and you can't eat anything that is not digestible.

Fan Yu's diet has always been more modest, and he shouldn't like things that are too meaty.

Qiao Yuanfei carefully thought about the daily life of the two of them during this time, and finally decided to make dumplings for Fan Yu for the sake of safety.

Traditional Chinese cuisine, broad and profound.

Although dumplings are delicious, they are not easy to make.

There are no ready-made dumpling wrappers in the kitchen, so she has to roll them herself.

Fortunately, the materials are complete.

There are also minced meat and vegetables......

This is the first time Qiao Yuanfei has cooked for Fan Yu, and she is very serious.

It was just a late-night snack, but she put all her attention into it.

Every dumpling is perfectly wrapped.

The skin is thin and the flesh is thick.

Serve with boiled bone broth.

After taking a bite, the delicious taste, she couldn't help swallowing just by imagining it.

When the dumplings came out of the pot, she smelled the fragrance and quietly tasted one.

I made sure it tasted good, so I prepared chopsticks and spoons and served them upstairs.

Walk to the door of the study.

She stuck to the door panel and listened carefully for several seconds, but she couldn't hear any movement inside.

"It's so soundproof."

Qiao Yuanfei sighed from the bottom of her heart.

Don't talk normally, it's just doing something inappropriate for children inside, and I'm afraid that you can't hear it at all outside.

Qiao Yuanfei thought twice and chose the safest way.

Knock.

"Knock knock!"

"Come in."

Fanyu's warm voice makes people feel like a spring breeze.

Qiao Yuanfei's nervous mood was soothed a little.

Take a deep breath, unscrew the door, and head inside.

Fanyu's study is the same as his people.

Simple and atmospheric, everywhere exudes a comfortable sense of leisure.

He was sitting at his desk with a computer in front of him, looking intently.

"Put the tea down and go out first."

He didn't look up, mistaking Qiao Yuanfei for a housekeeper.

When he smelled the faint aroma of food, Qiao Yuanfei had already walked in front of him.

His face was pale, and his hand holding the bowl trembled slightly.

Licked his lip.

"That, it's not early, I saw that you have been working overtime, and I was afraid that you would be hungry, so I cooked you a bowl of dumplings."

After Qiao Yuanfei finished saying this, she seemed to be dumb.

In fact, she had been worried that she would not be able to say a word.

To be able to finish the words so smoothly, she has already broken through herself.

But Fan Yu, when he saw her holding a bowl and standing in front of him like a little pitiful, saying that she had made him a supper, the coldness in his eyes subsided in an instant.

Coming back to his senses, he pushed the computer aside and pointed to the empty seat in front of him.

"Put it here."

Qiao Yuanfei hurriedly put the bowl in front of him, and handed him the chopsticks and spoons.

Respectful attitude, like a little eunuch serving the emperor.

They didn't dare to raise their heads.

"I look like I'm going to eat people?"

"Huh?"

She looked up a little dazed.

Fan Yu took the tableware in her hand and snorted coldly: "Your expression seems like you're worried that I'm going to eat you." ”

“……”

Is her expression so obvious?

She thought she had done a good job of covering herself.

Fan Yu saw that her heart was debunked, and her heart was even more blocked.

Ignoring her, he focused on the soup dumplings in front of him.

The plump dumplings are very good and full of aroma.