She hadn't eaten anything all day, and her stomach was growling.
Ji Anan licked the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but smacked his lips: "It smells so good...the chicken curry rice made by daddy...is delicious..."
Brushing her sweaty bangs with his big hands, Beiming Shaoxi tucked her quilt.
How heartless is she? She is still in the mood to dream about food...
The thought of her being hungry made him feel uncomfortable again.
Outside the window, the early morning light condenses the dewdrops, and the water on the young leaves glows with a colorful halo.
The kitchen of Beiming Manor almost went into chaos, and all the servants and chefs were shocked.
The young master came into the kitchen and asked what curry chicken rice he wanted to make?
He never picked up the handle of a spoon, nor did he mention a kitchen knife.
But now, he doesn't allow anyone to help him. He has to do everything by himself, from washing vegetables to chopping vegetables to cooking.
Beiming Shaoxi's blue eyes were covered with red bloodshot eyes, and his eyes were badly blistered, as if he had been crying all night, and his face was extremely haggard.
The servants were shocked...
Will the eldest young master cry? This is simply a fantasy!
Even if the Beiming family was about to go bankrupt, he should be the type who stays calm in times of crisis... maybe he just stayed up late.
Although there is a chef on the side to give guidance, who dares to really say that the eldest young master is wrong?
He was used to being arbitrary, and his whole body exuded a terrifying murderous aura, with an expression that said, "If you dare to have any objections, get yourself into the frying pan and die." The chefs watched him ravage five chickens one after another...
Plate after plate of wasted food was thrown into the trash can without hesitation.
He sent a servant to watch Ji Anan in the room, and will notify him as soon as she wakes up.
Since she is still sleeping, he has plenty of time to cook slowly...
He is going to make a plate of the world's most delicious curry chicken rice, which is twice as delicious as Su's father's. Ji An'an will never forget it after eating it!
There was a commotion in the kitchen, and the servants cooperated cautiously.
Bei Ming's hands were greasy, and a few drops of hot oil were splashed on his arms. When serving the soup, because the muzzle of the gun had not fully recovered, he failed to hold the pot steady, and the back of his right hand was splashed all over.
The severe burn caused him to immediately develop red blisters.
All the chefs, including the servants, immediately knelt down as if the end of the world was coming.
Beiming Shaoxi smiled, staring at his hands strangely, with a hint of coldness at the corner of his mouth.
He was also burned and was in pain with her.
It seems like God's will? They are destined to be a match.
…
Three hours later.
Beiming Shaoxi returned to the living room carrying the silver tray.
In addition to curry chicken rice, he also made soup and two of her favorite French dishes.
In addition to burns, there were several cuts and scars from boiling oil splashing on his pampered big hands.
A cup of cappuccino made by himself, with a heart painted on the foamed milk, surrounding the girl's proud profile.
Blood is stronger than wine and love is stronger than hate. He is willing to treat her with all his heart, as long as she wants him!
However, the window of the living room was open, the curtains were fluttering in the wind, and a servant whose skirt was stripped fell down on the carpet.
The girl originally lying on the big bed was already empty.
She ran away...
Beiming Shaoxi's pupils were slightly locked and he almost stopped walking.
The servant's head was smashed by the vase and he fell to the ground, and the blood that flowed out had solidified.
It proves that Ji Anan ran away for at least an hour or two...
Bang! The lace tray smashed to the ground!
The exquisite food was trampled to the ground, just like his sincerity, it was worthless!