Fu Jing'an sat down at the table and glanced at the table casually.

Fu Jing'an: ( ̄ ̯̈ ̥̥̄)......

He raised his chin, pointed to a black dish on the table and motioned to the little girl, and asked gently, "What is this black, red, black and linen thing?"

Ye Lanxi untied the apron tied to her body and casually put the apron on the back of the chair beside her.

Following his gaze, he looked at the black dish on the table.

"Oh!" she excitedly explained, "it's scrambled eggs with tomatoes!"

Hearing her words, Fu Jing'an's brows jumped imperceptibly.

Tomatoes, scrambled eggs?

Are you sure?

He didn't know that scrambled eggs with tomatoes could still be scrambled like that?

The little girl ignored his weird and aggrieved look, took out her mobile phone, took a photo of the dark cuisine on the table, and sent it to Father Ye and Mother Ye, with the accompanying text: Mom and Dad, I can cook!

Click Send, and the sending is successful.

Put away your phone.

She raised her head again, looked at Fu Jing'an, who was sitting opposite, grinned, and said with a wry smile: "Senior Jing'an, hurry up, how about you hurry up and try the taste?"

Fu Jing'an: ( ̄ ̯̈ ̥̥̄)......

I miss the high-star culinary chef who was fired by him.

It's good that the high-star cooking chef has made a series of dishes, which are full of color, flavor and flavor.

At this moment, what was in front of him was dark cuisine.

It doesn't look good, and he can even imagine how devastating it must be to eat it to his taste buds......

"Jing'an Senior ......"

Ye Lanxi pouted.

Walking up to him, he pulled out a chair and sat down.

Picked up the chopsticks on the table, grabbed a black thing with chopsticks, and put it in the bowl in front of him.

put down the chopsticks, held the little face, looked at him expectantly, and forcibly explained: "Senior Jing'an, don't look at the dishes I fry don't look good, but they definitely taste good." Eggs aren't unpalatable, tomatoes aren't unpalatable, anyway, how can they not be unpalatable when they are fried, right?"

Fu Jing'an: ( ̄ ̯̈ ̥̥̄)......

Ye Lanxi urged: "Try it?"

Fu Jing'an's expression was uncertain, his eyes were pouting, and he stared at her clean and pretty face with delicate facial features for a few seconds.

Under her expectant gaze.

Ultimately.

He still couldn't bear to disappoint her and decided to test the poison.

He raised his slender and bony hand and slowly picked up the chopsticks on the table.

Slowly picked up the small piece of scrambled eggs with black tomatoes that she had sandwiched in front of him earlier.

Slowly to the lips.

But it stopped suddenly.

The deep seductive eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold pudding glanced at her.

She blinked, her eyes full of sincerity and anticipation.

"Eat, Senior Jing'an. ”

Fu Jingan did not move.

I can't bear it.

I can't bear to destroy my taste buds.

Just then, the doorbell rang suddenly.

Fu Jing'an was amnesty, and instantly found an excuse to get out, put the black thing called "scrambled eggs with tomatoes" that had been sandwiched by him to his thin lips back into the bowl, and leaned up handsomely from the chair.

Throw down the sentence "I'll open the door" to the little girl.

With that, he left his seat, turned and walked in the direction of the gate.

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The person who rang the doorbell of Fu Jing'an's house was, of course, Father Ye and Mother Ye who had just received a photo of the finished dark cuisine that she had cooked for the first time in the kitchen.