In her impression, men of their type could not get involved in the kitchen. They raised their hands and fell, and they stained the earth with no idea how much blood was stained with the ground. They paused, and maybe Manhattan would be shaken three times.
How could such a domineering and dangerous man have something to do with a man busy in the kitchen?
Xia Qing couldn't help but wipe his eyes. It was sure that it was An Xiaoyao, and he was expressionless.
The open kitchen is spacious and bright. In Xia Qing's impression, most men who often go to the kitchen are men who seek a comfortable life. They have no ambitions, only seek peace, even if they are mediocre.
Most men of this type of men are mediocre and inaction all their lives.
However, they were all unable to get along with An Xiaoyao.
Even though he held a spatula in his hand, he was still charming and gentle, without any fireworks.
"Why did you throw away all the quick food I bought?" Xia Qing was originally hungry and wanted to get some things to eat. She saw with sharp eyes that all the quick-frozen food she bought was thrown into the trash can. Xia Qing was angry, she
The food.
An Xiaoyao didn't even look at it, "You have just recovered from a serious illness and always eat these things without nutrition."
"I'm too lazy to cook. If you don't eat these, you can make it for me." Xia Qing screamed, wanting to pick it out of the trash can and put it in the microwave and turn it. As long as it's hot, you can eat it.
An Xiaoyao looked at her with a smile, "If I lose them, I will naturally make them for you to eat."
As long as you want, you will have no problem in your life.
Xia Qing was stunned. Two large bowls of pasta were already on the table. He was making soup, which looked nutritious and delicious. For Xia Qing, who ate fast food every day, this was like a wild wolf seeing a rabbit.
At first glance, it is a seafood pasta with a full range of colors, fragrance and flavor.
She was drooling in her eyes.
"You really know how to cook."
"I said I could cook, but you never believed it."
"I didn't care, it looked very fragrant at that time." Xia Qing was drooling and was about to reach out to catch the lobster when An Xiaoyao hit the back of his hand, "Wash your hands and take it out."
"Why?" Xia Qing was dissatisfied with washing his hands, then took the pasta out and poured two glasses of white wine. An Xiaoyao happened to bring out the soup, and the aroma was everywhere. He had originally planned to go upstairs after he had finished it.
Call Xia Qing out for dinner.
She came down and he was relieved.
"It's really fragrant." Xia Qing praised without hesitation and was satisfied with eating. An Xiaoyao's craftsmanship is comparable to that of a five-star hotel chef. The food is exquisite and home-cooked, and it tastes very fragrant. Xia Qing feels that she has been doing this for a while.
All food is garbage.
The more satisfied she is, the better An Xiaoyao is in a mood.
"You, a big man, have such a good cooking skills, and you still won't let women live." Xia Qing complained while eating, "You really have the potential to be a novice. I thought it right before."
"Can't you think about it a little good to me?" An Xiaoyao sipped in the wine.
He didn't need to ask to know what Xia Qing could imagine him, and there would be no good things.
Xia Qing said, "What can you think about it? You are a slim face and can cook. It would be great if you don't say you are a big shot."
An Xiaoyao's face remained unchanged, "If this rich man was you, I would rather be with him. I don't know if you would like to raise a novice face. If you raise a novice face like me, you will be more respectful to take it out and stand in front of the senior executives in Guoan.
Let me say An Xiaoyao is the little guy I raised. They scared them to offer you, so majestic.”