"Do you dare to go up?" Ji Zhehan pointed at the Ferris wheel.
"Do you dare to go up? Leave the word "" off." Liu Siyang had a bright smile on her face, and she was Liu Dangdang—(the nickname given to her by her brother, not many people knew it.) Is there anything else that you dare not do?
…
"Ah——" Liu Siyang screamed.
"Ha, are you scared?"
"Bah, I'm excited, ah——"
"Alas!" Ji Zhehan sighed softly. He originally expected her to get into his arms if she was afraid, but in the end...
…
"Si Yang, can I change your name?" Ji Zhehan joked after getting off the Ferris wheel.
"If you change your name, ivory won't come out of the dog's mouth. I don't need you to change it."
"This name is absolutely appropriate: Liu DaDa, what do you think, haha..."
"Ji Zhehan, you bad guy, no one dares to call me this except my brother?"
Liu Siyang punched Zhehan on the chest. Ji Zhehan pretended to be ouch and ran away, hiding aside and laughing: "So someone really screamed? Yes, heroes see the same thing."
"Let's go eat."
Look at your watch, it's past eleven o'clock.
"I haven't had enough fun yet." Liu Siyang was reluctant to leave. He had just ridden the roller coaster again, which was a great feeling.
"Come back later! The empty city plan is being chanted here right now." Ji Zhehan pointed to his belly exaggeratedly.
"Well, if you say so, there will be a revolution here too." Liu Siyang imitated Ji Zhehan's example.
"Haha, let's go eat!" Ji Zhehan easily put his arm around Liu Siyang's shoulder, but Liu Siyang's hand slapped it away: "If you continue to be so rude, I will tell the truth!"
"Sorry, sorry, okay?"
Ji Zhehan smiled playfully. If he wasn't afraid that if he chased him, he would frighten Liu Siyang and run away from Lan Yu. Hum, he should just wait for the fish to take the bait.
"Where to eat?" Ji Zhehan asked.
"Well, let me think about it... why not... why not go to your house." Liu Siyang smiled playfully.
"my home?"
"Yes, I saw a lot of recipe books in the study today. You wouldn't tell me that you don't know how to cook."
"Gui Ling Jing! Okay, go to my house."
Ji Zhehan's mind was as busy as his mouth: They say that if you want to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach. But what about women, is it the same?
"Trains are not pushed, Mount Tai is not piled, cowhide is not blown, Lao Ji's cooking skills are not...hehe!" Ji Zhehan drove back to the apartment. In the car, Liu Siyang used words to stimulate Ji Zhehan, insisting that he take out his own
The unique skill is impossible.
"Am I that old? Call me Zhehan. You can also call me Han if you're more affectionate. I've repeated it n times!" Ji Zhehan's eyes flashed fiercely. This Liu Siyang really spoiled him, from Mr. Ji to Zhe
Han, then Ji Zhehan, now just call me Lao Ji.
"How about calling me uncle?"
Liu Siyang turned a blind eye to Ji Zhehan's fierce look.
"Okay, in Korean dramas, uncle and dear are almost the same."
To avoid misunderstanding, Liu Siyang kept silent very well.
Ji Zhehan saw this and smiled proudly at Liu Siyang: "Why, stop barking."
"Where should I go to buy food? The market?" Liu Siyang changed the subject to avoid embarrassment, but he still laughed when he imagined Ji Zhehan going to the market.
"They are sold in the supermarket downstairs from the apartment. Let's go there."
Liu Siyang's conspiracy failed in the end.
"Siyang, come help me choose the vegetables." After returning from shopping, Ji Zhehan was busy in the kitchen, but Liu Siyang sat in the living room and watched Korean dramas.
"Come on, come on!" Reluctantly turning off the Korean drama, Liu Siyang came into the kitchen.
"Wow! Lao Ji is so awesome." Looking at Ji Zhehan's skillful knife skills, Liu Siyang couldn't help but admire him.
Before Liu Siyang finished speaking, Ji Zhehan's voice covered hers: "Call uncle!"
"Zhehan!" Forget it, it's better than calling him uncle.
"That's right! Be good!" Ji Zhehan teased Liu Siyang like a child. He couldn't stand the name Lao Ji.
A few very simple dishes: sweet and sour pork ribs, cold bitter gourd, beef stir-fried with chili, and two bowls of rice. I was not in a hurry and didn’t make soup.
"Very simple? Right." There was a hint of disappointment in Liu Siyang's expression.
"Try it!" Ji Zhehan smiled at her: "I can be considered a second-level cook."
"real or fake?"
"real."
"Ji Zhehan, you are indeed a master. I didn't know you were a Taekwondo master before, but I didn't expect you to be a cooking genius. Now let me try Chef Ji's skills."
Liu Siyang reached for a pair of chopsticks and stared at the dishes, wondering which plate to start with.
Ji Zhehan smiled, but there was a bit of sadness in his eyes. If it weren't for Shang Wei, he wouldn't have learned this.
When saying goodbye at the airport, Ji Zhehan proposed to Shang Wei: "Wei, marry me immediately when you come back."
Shang Wei joked: "Han, when I come back from the United States, if you can get a chef's textbook and can make soup as good as my aunt, I will marry you. You know, I am most afraid of cooking, but I have a bad mouth."
It’s so cunning.”
For her sake, I specially signed up for a cooking class. Fortunately, I inherited Jingshu’s cooking skills and had my own unique taste in food. I got the certificate without much effort. I got the certificate, but no one was there...
Hey, why did he think of her again? Ji Zhehan slammed his head and forced this thought out of his mind.