An hour later, Huo Han went downstairs.

Jiang Fanxing heard the footsteps, and suddenly jumped out of the kitchen, pitiful, "Huo Ye, Prince, can you ...... Can...... Order a takeout? I know there's a Hangzhou restaurant in the neighborhood that makes it particularly delicious! ”

Huo Han raised his sword eyebrows, glanced at her meaningfully, and then glanced at the kitchen not far away.

Ruthless refusal, "Can't." ”

Jiang Fanxing bit his lip, and he had no love face, "Is it okay to cook noodles?" ”

She can still cook instant noodles, but people like Huo Hanhuan shouldn't eat instant noodles.

"Really?" Huo Han asked.

Jiang Fanxing shook his head affectionately, and nodded again, "Really not!" ”

Huo Hanhuo, "......"

He walked slowly downstairs, rolled up the wide cuffs of his bathrobe, and opened the door to the refrigerator.

Fortunately, the ingredients are abundant and fresh.

Jiang Fanxing blinked, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Cook, or you'll starve." I took the vegetables and meat from the refrigerator, turned around and walked in the direction of the kitchen, "What do you like to eat?" ”

Jiang Fanxing, "...... Do you know how to cook? ”

Huo Hanhuan is a big Buddha, which is to be offered high, such a down-to-earth thing as cooking...... It doesn't fit his noble status at all.

"In our house, it's all men who cook."

This was true when Grandpa was alive, and now his father is like this, and it will be no exception when he comes to him.

Jiang Fanxing, "...... You don't have a servant? ”

Huo Han stopped, and Jiang Fanxing, who was chattering, didn't pay attention, and his head slammed into his hard back.

She was tearful in pain, and hammered his back angrily, "What are you doing so hard!" ”

"Be you."

Jiang Fanxing, "......"

"My grandfather said that a man can not cook, but he can't. And when I was studying, I lived alone, and the outside was not clean, so I naturally did it myself. When Huo Hanhuan said this, his voice was faint, and he couldn't hear any excessive emotions.

Jiang Fanxing rubbed his head and nodded silently.

The more such a well-established family, the more attention is paid to the education of their children, they never think that it is a shame for a man to be able to cook, but the more nouveau riche are like this, thinking that men are heaven, and women should obey women unconditionally.

Fu Jia...... That's it.

"Stir-fried kale, sweet and sour short ribs, mustard fungus, egg drop soup, is it okay?"

"Huh?" Jiang Fanxing followed up the kitchen and saw that he started to wash the vegetables, and he still felt very magical.

"Is that okay?" Huo Hanhuan saw that she didn't answer, so he patiently repeated the question.

"Yes, yes!" Jiang Fanxing bit the tip of his tongue and nodded.

Looking at the man standing in front of the sink washing vegetables very seriously, Jiang Fanxing rolled his eyes, seemed to think of something, his eyes lit up, and he ran out on his slippers.

A minute later, he staggered back.

I have an extra phone in my hand.

Huo Hanhuan finished washing the vegetables and glanced at her, Jiang Fanxing thought that he would stop him, and quickly explained, "I only clap my hands, not my face, rest assured!" ”

His hands are super good-looking, with slender roots, well-proportioned joints, and fair skin.

"Hmm," Huo Han replied, "I know you like my hands more than faces." ”

"That's right! Who doesn't love such a good hand! Jiang Fanxing followed his words.

Huo Han smiled charmingly at the corner of his mouth, "Your hands make you more comfortable." ”

"Right...... Well? Jiang Fanxing blinked, why did this sound so wrong!