So what do you do? Bai Tongxi didn't want to embarrass him too much, as long as he helped serve a plate, wash a dish or something, he wouldn't laugh at him as a kitchen killer.

Meng Peiyuan picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip: What is my identity? Your boss, your husband, I'm here to supervise you.

Bai Tongxi resisted the urge to roll his eyes, turned around and scooped up the egg whites and yolks and eggshells scattered in the pot, and saw that one side was already as black as charcoal, so he could only throw it into the sanitary bucket.

After that, she took out four or five eggs from the woven basket, beat them into the bowl one by one, mixed them with chopsticks, and was about to add green onions, but heard Meng Peiyuan say: I don't eat green onions.

Troublesome. Bai Tongxi complained, but in the end she only added a little salt, and then added enough water to the pot and put the prepared egg custard on the rack with a steaming rack.

Meng Peiyuan's handsome eyes unconsciously moved from the steamer to Bai Tongxi's slender figure, and the silk nightdress on her body had not had time to change, and the skirt was swaying while walking.

At this time, she was bending down to look for cornmeal in the storage grid, muttering to herself: Make a few more milky corns

Meng Peiyuan saw that his blood was surging: The little enemy, scratching his head in front of him, didn't he tempt him?

A ghost was confused, and he stepped forward to wrap his arms around her waist and hugged her in his arms.

Bai Tongxi's fingertips on the cornmeal tightened, and she pushed down Meng Peiyuan's lower abdomen with her elbow, but he was born strong and strong, how could she be shaken by a little woman.

Bai Tongxi had no choice but to reason: You hold me like this, I can't make breakfast, everyone has to be hungry.

Hungry is hungry. Meng Peiyuan tightened the waist between his arms, and said in his heart, how could this woman's waist be so thin and soft, and she was afraid of breaking it if she tried a little hard.

Bowing her head, her thin lips rubbed against her cheeks, which made Bai Tongxi's body tremble slightly, and she said with difficulty: My illness is not cured yet, don't get so close, be careful of infecting you.

Meng Peiyuan is kind and persuasive: If you are weak, you will get sick.

So?

That's why you have to step up your exercise, Mrs. Meng.

After saying it seemed reasonable, Meng Peiyuan grabbed her from behind, broke her chin, and leaned over to peck her small mouth.

Knowing that the movement in his mouth was not the other sport, Bai Tongxi faintly refused: I'm hungry, don't

Meng Peiyuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the meaning of plunder poured out: Don't worry, little chef, I'll feed you now!

Thinking that he hadn't asked Bai Tongxi in the kitchen yet, he became more and more stupid, and with a skill, he hugged her to the kitchen counter

Gooo

When Meng Peiyuan was about to fly, the water in the steamer was accidentally boiled, and the lid of the pot kept popping out, and Bai Tong was so anxious that he beat him: Let me go quickly, otherwise the kitchen will burn!

Meng Peiyuan still knew the common sense of safety, he temporarily opened one hand and lifted the lid of the pot, and the white smoke was quickly rolled into the range hood.

Seeing this, Bai Tong was completely out of order, she thought that Meng Peiyuan would stay away from the kitchen with a clear sense of self-protection, but he was quite calm.

She had already unbuttoned her corset, and in the end she could only be pressed into the kitchen counter, exhausted by his tricks.

Rejecting Meng Peiyuan's idea of trying to bathe together, Bai Tongxi quickly closed the door panel before he stretched out his wolf claws to hold down the door frame, and finally screwed the door bolt with anxiety.

Meng Peiyuan, who touched his gray nose, not only was he not angry, but licked the corners of his mouth in a good mood, and turned back to borrow the bathroom in another room to wash away the traces of love.