Chapter 790: Cooking for Wan Qiyan
"Well, are you full?"
When these words came out, Chu Xi couldn't wait to slap himself hard.
No matter how weird and quiet the atmosphere is, you shouldn't ask this boring topic!
"I haven't eaten enough, so you're going to let me eat you again?"
The eyes that looked at her became extremely hot.
I don't know why, when I heard the words 'eat you', Chu Xi's back instantly creepy.
I always feel that if I nod my head, I won't be able to see the sun tomorrow.
However, depending on the rain, there may not be a sun tomorrow.
"I'll give you quasi-noodles to eat, and cook noodles for you to eat."
In a panic, he got up from the couch and ran to the kitchen.
Looking at her fleeing back, her slender hand gently wiped the blood stains on her lips.
"There's no hurry, you should taste the wine slowly."
One got up, then turned around and went to the bathroom.
went into the kitchen, just as Chu Xi guessed.
Empty.
Cooking noodles or something, that's just an excuse.
"Well, can you please send me back!"
When he cautiously stepped onto the sofa and found that Wan Qiyan didn't know where to go, Chu Xi cautiously walked to Wan Chi not far away, and whispered.
"I'm sorry, you can't go anywhere without the master's order."
He spoke out to Chu Xi with a respectful face.
Chu Xi: "......"
She knew that in this world, the only person who could move Wan Chi was Wan Qianyan.
"You don't need to send it, give me an umbrella."
She can go back by herself!
As long as you don't live under the same roof with Wan Qianyan, you can do anything.
"I'm sorry, this is the material you need, sorry for your trouble."
As he spoke, he handed a bag of things to Chu Xi.
When you open it, you can see that there are not only noodles and the like, but even seasonings.
Facing Wan Chi's 360-degree smile without dead ends, Chu Xi instantly died.
It seems that there is no possibility that I want to step out of this door alive.
Resigned to his fate, he carried the bag to the kitchen.
When Wan Qiyan came out again, there was also a burst of fragrance wafting from the kitchen.
"It's almost there, you wait two more minutes."
When he saw Wan Qianyan's figure walking over, he hurriedly spoke up.
As long as he doesn't drink his own blood, she will get him all the banquets of the Manchu and Han Dynasty.
There was a touch of moisture in his deep dark eyes at this time, which made him not look as cold as usual, but it was a pity that Chu Xi, who was concentrating on cooking, didn't notice it.
The corners of his mouth are slightly hooked, and his tongue is licking the tips of his teeth, with an indescribable evil charm, and his eyes seem to be thinking about something.
As Chu Xi turned around, this picture suddenly disappeared.
"Alright."
Looking at the misty bowl, Chu Xi also looked at Wan Qiyan with a sense of completion.
With a little respect, he handed the chopsticks to the other party.
His eyes motioned for the other party to taste it.
Because of living together, what kind of taste he is, Chu Xi naturally knows what kind of cooking skills he is, and he also knows.
After all, it's not the first time I've eaten my own cooking.
took her handing over the chopsticks and ate them slowly, even if it was a simple noodle clamping action, he could eat a high-end elegance.
If it weren't for the cooking himself, Chu Xi would have doubted how delicious the bowl of noodles in front of him was.
It looks like a painting, and on Wan Qiyan, Chu Xi has seen it too many times.