"I like your smile, can you smile at me every day?"
She was startled, then raised her head and stared at his hot eyes. The handsome and angular evil face so close at hand was inlaid with a pair of obsidian pupils as deep as the ocean. Under the high bridge of her nose, there were two slits.
He has thin lips that are a bit sinister, and he is wearing a snow-white shirt with the collar untied, slightly revealing his strong and sexy chest, showing a very attractive man.
He rubbed the tip of her nose with his fingers, and a tingling spread from the tip of her nose. He raised his hand and stroked the sweat on the tip of her delicate nose, and she breathed a sigh of relief. One of his index fingers of his calloused hand curled up to lift hers.
Her chin was forced to raise her gaze, and the bottomless black pupils on his perfectly curved face stared at her without blinking.
"You were the real you at that time. You didn't have any defense against me. If you are willing to cook for me tonight, can I interpret it as you also like me a little bit?"
She turned away her head and stagnated her hands, "Let's eat first before we talk, okay?" When her flour-covered hands touched his expensive clothes, he didn't seem to care.
"I'm looking forward to your craftsmanship. I know that what you want to do, you can definitely do it."
Yuan Haolie sat back on the chair, folded his slender fingers on Zi Zi's chin, and watched her wrapping dumplings quietly.
Yao Hanbing wrapped enough dumplings, then placed the wrapped dumplings in a pot of boiling water. After a while, she used a colander to scoop up the dumplings and put them on a plate.
She put the dumplings in a bowl, poured the prepared sauce on the dumplings, and handed them to Yuan Haolie.
"Eat it and see if you like it?"
Yuan Haolie looked at the seemingly simple home-cooked dumplings, and then looked at her confident smile.
Although she doesn't make it often, she did ask her mother for the most exquisite dumpling-making skills. In addition, she asked a chef for unique seasoning techniques, so it shouldn't be too bad.
For a world-class gourmet like Yuan Haoyie, she didn't dare to brag. As long as he said it wasn't bad, it was already good.
However, she tried her best and finally lived up to her hard work.
Yuan Haolie picked up the chopsticks with a smile, picked up the porcelain bowl, picked one and put it in his mouth.
He was slightly startled. It tasted really good. Simple leek and pork dumplings, with fungus added to add smoothness and tenderness, and the deliciousness of shrimp. He had never tasted it before, so he really didn't know it would have such a fresh taste.
“It tastes very good and is at the level of domestic chefs.”
Yuan Haolie pulled her to sit in front of him, and he ate four large bowls of seven or eight dumplings in each bowl, totaling about thirty dumplings.
In fact, there are not many. The dried dumplings are much more edible than the soup dumplings, and they don't feel full. In the end, I drank more than half a bowl of millet porridge, and then I felt full.
Yao Hanbing saw oil flakes oozing from the corners of his mouth after eating, so he handed him a napkin.
He took the napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully. She ate very little, and stopped eating after only two small bowls. She never ate much when she was around him, and he always felt that she had lost a lot of weight when he held her.
He didn't understand. Did she drink the tonic soup he often ordered the housekeeper to prepare for her every night?
"Why do you eat so little?"
He stared at her, put his fingers on her chin and asked.
"My stomach is a little uncomfortable and I can't eat much."
Because she was too busy at work, she often ordered fast food in the office, ate a little and continued working. Later, she got stomach medicine and always ate small meals and did not dare to eat too much at each meal.
"Really?" He was startled. No wonder she was so thin.