Chuchu Youlian's eyes stared at Bei Gongxia who didn't know what was wrong. She didn't expect that such a stubborn man would suddenly change his mind. Could it be that he was really conquered by the charm of her woman?
His hands were long and strong, with distinct joints, but they were always coldly grasping Situ Yueyan's slender waist.
Situ Yueyan nodded innocently, why didn't she know how to cook? She just didn't know if it was delicious or not.
"I can make Chang'e fly to the moon"
Although he was reluctant, he still followed Situ Yueyan to the kitchen with suspicion.
Chang'e flying to the moon sounds very meaningful. In fact, it is just three simple ingredients: eggs, leeks, and white radish. But the only classic one is Chang'e in Situ Yueyan's mind.
White clothes, white skin, white back, in a word, in a word, it is snow-white, and all this only requires a cheap white radish
The happy Situ Yueyan quickly cut up the "dinner" he had given to his senior brothers. According to his exact recollection... I only remember that after that "dinner", no one dared to ask Situ Yueyan to cook a "unique" meal.
Even on the eve of her graduation, a "victimized" senior brother stood pitifully under her powerful figure, and finally managed to find a few words to evaluate her cooking skills: "Finally"
dinner”
"Tch...that means they don't understand art?"
But Situ Yueyan always felt that he was superior in skills. Whenever he saw his outstanding "works", he couldn't help but praise himself.
"Hmm, thump, thump...I'm done..."
At Yue Yan's request, Aunt Zhang could only play with Bei Gong Ying upstairs to avoid suspicion, but she was very worried in her heart and could only pray silently that nothing would happen again.
He stood in the corridor, his deep eyes looking into the distance quietly, while she wore a lace apron and hurried towards him with a plate of fragrant "Chang'e Flying to the Moon" with a smile.
Green leeks are like stars surrounding the poached egg "moon" in the middle. A snow-white radish is lying on the lower side of the moon like a corpse beyond recognition. The feeling is: radish is fucked.
Fortunately, Bei Gongxia, who never cooked, didn't make a fuss. He knew she couldn't cook, but he didn't expect that she could do it so miserably.
He was no longer interested, just raised a slight sneer, and then, he heard a crisp sound, Chang'e Flying to the Moon suddenly turned into "Chang'e Breaking the Moon"