Jing Jiaren hated his prickly beard, and it felt very uncomfortable to have his chin pricked.
This kiss made her thirsty...
Ximen Longting was not only thirsty, but the constant sound from his stomach reminded him that he had not eaten anything except wine in the past three days.
With another long "empty city plan", she pushed his face forcefully and finally pushed him away.
"Your stomach is growling."
"I'm hungry."
“Go and eat when you’re hungry!”
Ximen Longting hugged her, looking reluctant to let go: "Stay with me."
"You are not a three-year-old child, and you need someone to accompany you when you eat!"
"I'll accompany you."
"I'm not hungry, hey, what are you doing..."
Has this bastard man's bad habit of always picking her up again?
He directly lifted her up, kicked open the bedroom door, and walked into the elevator.
All the way down to the restaurant on the first floor, he suddenly remembered something, carried her into the snack room, and opened the glass locker.
Putting her on the ground, he took out a plate of snacks.
After opening the lid and seeing the darkly baked handmade cookies on the plate, Jing Jiaren was startled: "Isn't this made by me? Why are they here?"
She was not allowed to go out anywhere in the past few days and had nothing to do in the manor. She saw in a magazine that biscuits were easy to make, and suddenly she wanted to try them.
The test proved that she really had no talent in cooking. The result was so bad that after taking a few bites, it felt like a piece of wood.
Not only is the quality different, but the taste is also bad——
So he dejectedly asked the servant to pick up and throw it away.
"Since you did it, how can you throw it away?"
Since every move she makes is under the surveillance of Ximen Longting, he naturally knows that she made cookies.
So the biscuits were kept and put in a storage cabinet with a preservation function.
"Why learn to make biscuits?" he suddenly asked.
"Why? Just do it if you want to." Do you need a reason?
Ximen Longting smiled in confusion, with a little expectation: "Is it because of me?" He once asked her to learn cooking skills.
Jing Jiaren ruthlessly shattered his illusions: "You are overthinking, I'm just bored and trying my hand."
"It doesn't matter, I'll just treat it as if you did it for me." He picked up a piece and was about to eat it.
"Wait a minute, this is very hard, you can't eat it at all..." This is her failure!
Ximen Longting raised his lips and smiled: "Don't worry, my chewing function is very good."
"..." Jing Jiaren said, "I won't worry about you. Just don't blame me for your stomachache."
It was his body anyway, it was none of her business if he wanted to eat it.
Ximen Longting put the biscuit into his mouth, took a bite, frowned, and chewed with difficulty.
Jing Jiaren laughed and asked, "How is it? Is it crunchy?"
"..."
Ximen Longting obviously had some difficulty eating the piece: "What does this taste like?"
"Originally it was supposed to be chocolate milk flavor, but the flavor I made was... I followed the ingredients in the recipe, and the order of processing was correct..."
Ximen Longting picked up another piece: "Each piece tastes different."
"Is this piece more delicious?"
“It tastes better.”
Jing Jiaren didn't believe it would be delicious...just looking at it would make people lose their appetite.
Ximen Longting's black eyes sparkled: "Just like your taste...every bite is different and unique."
Jing Jiaren couldn't agree and said: "Thank you, my taste is not that bad!"
"No matter how bad it tastes, it's all because of you." Jing Jiaren hated his prickly beard, and it hurt her chin.
This kiss made her thirsty...
Ximen Longting was not only thirsty, but the constant sound from his stomach reminded him that he had not eaten anything except wine in the past three days.
With another long "empty city plan", she pushed his face forcefully and finally pushed him away.
"Your stomach is growling."
"I'm hungry."
“Go and eat when you’re hungry!”
Ximen Longting hugged her, looking reluctant to let go: "Stay with me."
"You are not a three-year-old child, and you need someone to accompany you when you eat!"
"I'll accompany you."
"I'm not hungry, hey, what are you doing..."
Has this bastard man's bad habit of always picking her up again?
He directly lifted her up, kicked open the bedroom door, and walked into the elevator.
All the way down to the restaurant on the first floor, he suddenly remembered something, carried her into the snack room, and opened the glass locker.
Putting her on the ground, he took out a plate of snacks.
After opening the lid and seeing the darkly baked handmade cookies on the plate, Jing Jiaren was startled: "Isn't this made by me? Why are they here?"
She was not allowed to go out anywhere in the past few days and had nothing to do in the manor. She saw in a magazine that biscuits were easy to make, and suddenly she wanted to try them.
The test proved that she really had no talent in cooking. The result was so bad that after taking a few bites, it felt like a piece of wood.
Not only is the quality different, but the taste is also bad——
So he dejectedly asked the servant to pick up and throw it away.
"Since you did it, how can you throw it away?"
Since every move she makes is under the surveillance of Ximen Longting, he naturally knows that she made cookies.
So the biscuits were kept and put in a storage cabinet with a preservation function.
"Why learn to make biscuits?" he suddenly asked.
"Why? Just do it if you want to." Do you need a reason?
Ximen Longting smiled in confusion, with a little expectation: "Is it because of me?" He once asked her to learn cooking skills.
Jing Jiaren ruthlessly shattered his illusions: "You are overthinking, I'm just bored and trying my hand."
"It doesn't matter, I'll just treat it as if you did it for me." He picked up a piece and was about to eat it.
"Wait a minute, this is very hard, you can't eat it at all..." This is her failure!
Ximen Longting raised his lips and smiled: "Don't worry, my chewing function is very good."
"..." Jing Jiaren said, "I won't worry about you. Just don't blame me for your stomachache."
It was his body anyway, it was none of her business if he wanted to eat it.
Ximen Longting put the biscuit into his mouth, took a bite, frowned, and chewed with difficulty.
Jing Jiaren laughed and asked, "How is it? Is it crunchy?"
"..."
Ximen Longting obviously had some difficulty eating the piece: "What does this taste like?"
"Originally it was supposed to be chocolate milk flavor, but the flavor I made was... I followed the ingredients in the recipe, and the order of processing was correct..."
Ximen Longting picked up another piece: "Each piece tastes different."
"Is this piece more delicious?"
“It tastes better.”
Jing Jiaren didn't believe it would be delicious...just looking at it would make people lose their appetite.
Ximen Longting's black eyes sparkled: "Just like your taste...every bite is different and unique."
Jing Jiaren couldn't agree and said: "Thank you, my taste is not that bad!"