An Moran sat on the long round table in the palace, holding his chin in his hand, looking at Xin Chang's figure wearing a scarf who was busy in the kitchen.
Ozzie's perfect side face looked hazy and beautiful in the light, with a somewhat unreal delicacy.
Every move reveals the heroic spirit of a noble, and there is no need to deliberately show it, but the nobility that is infiltrated in the bones, just like a prince in the medieval century. Even if he is doing something that is full of contradictions with his identity, it still makes him feel uncomfortable.
No one will be disgusted at all.
It is as pleasing to the eye as a painting.
An Moran patted his face, took a deep breath, and managed to cheer up.
The gallery opened today. After a busy day, it was a job she liked, and she saw her favorite idol again. She was in good spirits, but her body was so tired that she felt like falling apart. Even though Ou Jinyue was always by her side to take care of her, An Moran still couldn't
I feel very tired.
She originally wanted to go back and rest directly after closing, but remembering the meal she had promised Ou Jersey, she had no choice but to sit here.
But what she didn't expect was that when Ou Zexi invited her to dinner, he didn't mean to go to a restaurant or ask the butler to prepare it, but to cook it himself.
Looking at the figure busy in the kitchen, An Moran's chest was filled with inexplicable feelings that were beyond words.
"Okay, after waiting for so long, are you starving?"
Ou Zexi walked out of the kitchen carrying two plates, met An Moran's gaze, and gave a gentle smile.
Wearing only a dark blue shirt, he was less serious and serious than during the day and had a rare sense of casualness, but he became more heroic and dazzling.
"To be lucky enough to eat something cooked by the head of the Ou family himself, it's worth waiting a little longer."
"Good taste!"
Ou Zexi placed one of the plates in his hand in front of An Moran, "Fresh eel from the sea, paired with red wine from Bordeaux chateau, the best pairing!"
After Ou Zexi finished speaking, the butler immediately stepped forward to pour wine for An Moran. Ou Zexi glanced at him and the butler immediately stopped motionless.
He naturally took the red wine, poured it for An Moran thoughtfully, and pushed it in front of her, "Try my skills."
An Moran smiled and said, "Okay."
After taking a sip of red wine, An Moran picked up the knife and fork, cut a piece of eel and brought it to his mouth. Before he could eat it, his expression suddenly changed, he dropped the tableware and rushed to the sink, unable to help but vomit.
"vomit--"
The smell of eels filled his nose, and the fishy smell of the ocean made An Moran's stomach churn.
There was nothing in my stomach, I could only retching uncomfortably.
Ou Zexi was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked up behind her, reached out and patted her back to calm her down, "What's going on? Why didn't you say you didn't feel well? Housekeeper, call the doctor!"
"No……"
An Moran finally regained his composure, waved his hand to indicate that she was fine, and raised his pale face slightly, "Maybe I've eaten something wrong in the past few days, and my stomach is a little uncomfortable. It's fine."
"How many days? You mean how many days have you been like this?"
Ou Zexi stared at An Moran suspiciously. Thinking of her reaction just now, his eyes unconsciously fell on her belly.
The vision turned dark for a moment...
"Well, my stomach has always been bad. Maybe it's because I've been busy with the gallery these days and I can't take care of this precious stomach, so it's just pretentious. I'm fine, I just ruined your mind."
