Gu Xiaoai looked at his gloomy expression inexplicably. She didn't offend him this time, right?
All the servants in the Li family villa were asleep at this time.
Gu Xiaoai was down in the kitchen, cracking two eggs and quickly cutting tomatoes and adding the vegetables to the mix.
Li Juefeng put on a robe and stood leaning against the kitchen door, watching the skillful movements of her hands, "When did you learn to cook?"
How could a young lady with no talent get used to Cinderella's life so well?
Last time I saw her cooking sweet and sour fish, I wanted to ask.
The way she was immersed in doing housework and working hard without complaint was beyond his expectation. With the proud peacock look she used to look at others, she would probably panic and scream when she encountered greasy food.
She became his mistress, which was considered a return to her former status as a wealthy lady. The celebrity scandal value he gave her was enough to buy her a bunch of branded clothes, but she still kept the same old skirts and sweaters that she kept changing.
Never get tired of wearing it.
"After the first grade of junior high school." Gu Xiaoai didn't need to think too much about this answer. Her life was a turning point from the first grade of junior high school, and her life was turned upside down.
When did you start wearing old clothes? After the first grade of junior high school.
When did we stop sleeping with dolls? After the first grade of junior high school.
When did you learn to do housework? After the first grade of junior high school.
When did you even pick up a dime on the ground? After the first grade of junior high school.
When did you start to be afraid of seeing your former classmates and friends? After the first year of junior high school.
…
Too much, too much.
"It's cooked." Gu Xiaoai gathered her energy, filled two bowls of noodles, and brought them to the restaurant table outside. She smiled and greeted Li Juefeng, who was still standing motionless at the door, "Come and eat. Aren't you hungry?"
"Yes." Li Juefeng walked over and sat down, picked up his chopsticks and took a bite. It was light and refreshing, and the cooking was not bad. It was better than what he cooked back then.
He and she are two extremes.
The year she turned from a wealthy lady to Cinderella, he was taken back to the Li family and transformed from a street gangster into the third young master of the Li family.
After that, he never cooked anything with his own hands.
"Is it delicious?" Gu Xiaoai had no appetite and just watched him eat.
"It's okay." Li Juefeng reluctantly gave a neutral comment, but he never stopped holding the noodles with his chopsticks...
What a weird man.
If it were Chu Shixiu, and he ate the food she made, no matter how unpalatable it was, he would definitely say in the gentlest tone in the world: Ai Ai’s food is delicious.