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What to eat becomes a big question.

To cook in a light tone, that is absolutely impossible.

She didn't have the heart to please him right now.

"I don't have an appetite and don't want to eat." Whispering leaned on the table and sat down in a high chair.

She supported the table with her hands, lay down with her face sideways, her little eyebrows wrinkled together, "I'm not very comfortable, my head is still dizzy, if you want to eat, go back to the company to eat, there should be no food here." ”

She didn't think that this long-lived place would still store food.

It's a pity that she really thought wrong.

The refrigerator is filled with not only vegetables and meats, but also fruits.

When Ye Haocang went to get the ingredients, the three-door refrigerator was full of stuff, and a lot of food was still in the bag, and the bag was not even opened.

It looked like it was newly purchased before it was stuffed in the refrigerator.

Mom, when did Ye Mao Cang prepare things?

Qingyin rested her arms and kept her eyes on him.

Ye Mao Cang took out some fruits, vegetables and meat, and put the vegetables in the washing pool.

"Do you want to cook?" Asked softly, she was surprised to see that Ye Hao Cang was actually taking off her watch and unbuttoning her cuffs.

"Of course, I don't want to endure the three-hour journey back to the office for dinner."

Qingyin blinked her eyelids, was he picking fault with her?

"Then you eat alone, I can't accompany you, I'm afraid that my stomach will be upset if I eat it." Qingyin is still lazy on her stomach, but she just doesn't want to have lunch with Ye Maocang.

Ye Mao smiled brightly, and his elegant movements were extremely masculine.

Especially after he lowered his eyes and chuckled, he slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing a white and powerful wrist, beautiful lines, and strong outlines, and his whole person exuded a cold and noble temperament.

It's just to roll up your sleeves and just cook.

How can I see her blushing and heartbeat inexplicably.

Ye Haocang suddenly walked up to her, and across the long table at the kitchen bar, he put a jar of orange juice in his hand in front of her.

"Still dizzy? Drink something sour to make you feel better. ”

He also opened the drink for her, and the bottle was steaming, because of the temperature difference, a layer of water mist appeared on the can.

As soon as she heard the sour, the mouth of the light sound automatically secreted saliva, and she was not dizzy from the sea breeze she blew, but she really wanted to drink some sour to suppress the burning sensation in her stomach.

She supported her head with one hand, sat lazily, picked up the orange juice and took a sip.

It was very cold, very sour, and very strong, and her facial features were tangled together at that time.

It's more sour than eating a big mouthful of lemon.

Ye Haocang sneered and sneered, and when she saw her cute expression, she couldn't help but touch her head, "I forgot to tell you, this is super sour." ”

The soft gum bones were about to bubble with water, and she glanced at the four words written on the jar, ten times more sour!

“……”

Ye Haocang is very focused when cooking, and the whole person exudes a unique charm.

After Qingyin took a sip of the can of 'ten times sour' orange juice and forced Ye Maocang to drink it, she lazily lay on the table again, and glared at him viciously when Ye Maocang washed the vegetables with his back to her.

Such a sour orange juice, how could he drink it without feeling it at all, if she hadn't drunk it and knew what it felt, she would have mistakenly thought that Ye Maocang was drinking boiled water.

In the open kitchen, Qingyin can always lie on the bar table to see the whole process of cooking in the night, naturally, when the aroma of the food wafts into her nose, it also hooks the little gluttonous worm in her stomach.

"Well, what's in your pot?" It was the steaming pot that attracted her the most.

"Beef brisket in red wine."

Grunt and swallowed softly.

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