Chapter 362 : What he did was a sugar-coated cannonball 2
Now I should have made some food for him instead of letting him do it himself. Am I too vilified?
Besides, he is young and promising, cool and rich, and he has no knowledge of what kind of beauty he has to ask for a little girl like me who is indifferent.
In that case, I decided to go over and see him, and it would be better to do something.
There is a large plate of fried rice noodles on the dining table in the restaurant, with many dishes on it, as well as eggs, tomatoes, green peppers, and all the colors, fragrance and flavor.
I looked at Yin Yijie. My hair was dry and I was still so clean and energetic. A smile hung on the corner of my red lips, which was both beautiful and delicious.
He was wearing an apron and it was quite compatible with his nightgown, which was very pleasing to the eye.
The monster is the monster, no matter how you do it, it will be a peerless disaster.
Even simple and trivial things such as posing for dinner and tableware have been interpreted as elegant and noble.
I really, really doubt how many sides he has, and every side is interpreted so well.
"Why are you smirking?" Yin Yijie took the apron and came over to pull me. There was only a pair of tableware next to the plate. I quickly shook my head.
This man seemed to be a wolf, so I had to hurry into the kitchen and hold a knife in my hand to rest assured.
But his hands were so warm and comfortable. I tried it several times before I had to drag him to the kitchen together.
"What else do you want to eat?" Yin Yijie grabbed me tightly, very puzzled, and felt quite gentle. He half hugged me and asked, "I'm so hungry?"
I was dizzy! He was obviously in the kitchen, so he could say such words no matter how much I wanted to give him a blow!
Open the refrigerator and see that the baby cabbage is quite fresh, and it is washed and prepared, so I plan to cook it for him. Otherwise, I would only eat rice noodles at night, which is too dry and difficult to digest. What he put on it
The dish is funny to me. He must use the fried rice noodles as fried noodles or mixed sauce noodles. He puts everything in it, but it may not be good.
"Don't you like pho?" Yin Yijie hugged my waist, and I didn't know what he looked like more and more. He stood behind me, and his voice began to be soft.
I don't know if he is tired or is ready again, so I will tempt me in another way