Rong Yan followed, closed the door, and smelled the fragrance of food wafting through the room.

"What are you doing?"

"Cook!" Ye Luoluo was not angry, thinking of the meal she had missed today, she was full of anger!

Rong Yan leaned against the door of the kitchen, looking at her petite figure wearing an apron and busy in the kitchen, a warm feeling suddenly surged in her heart.

He hooked the corners of his lips: "I didn't eat either, do you have mine?" ”

"Nope!" Ye Luoluo didn't think about it, and brought out a bowl of boiled noodles, and the white noodles looked especially delicious in the bright green vegetable soup.

Rong Yan's tall figure blocked the door, looking down at her: "I want to eat too." ”

The unquestionable command tone conveys the meaning: You don't want to eat without my share.

Ye Luoluo had no choice but to give him his noodles and sulk to recook them.

Bad luck, bad luck!

When she met this scumbag, she was very unlucky!

She re-boiled water, boiled noodles, and chopped vegetables, when suddenly there was a pressure behind her, and a pair of strong arms hugged her from behind.

As soon as her breath staggered, his kiss had landed on the back of her neck, dense and scorching.

Ye Luoluo was a little uncomfortable, and pushed him with his elbow: "This is in the kitchen, don't mess around!" ”

He smiled on his lips: "It's also very nice to do it in the kitchen." ”

Ye Luoluo almost died of anger: "In the kitchen, I only cook!" Do nothing else! ”

He laughed deeply behind him, his lips still pressed against the delicate skin on her neck, and when he smiled, his breath was like an invisible hand, teasing her body.

Ye Luoluo didn't like his reaction very much, as if his body had responded to his touch!

"Let go of me, the noodles are about to boil!" She pushed him hard, and this time he let her go.

She cooked her noodles and took them out.

At the dining table, the two people sat opposite each other, the atmosphere was a little warm, and Ye Luoluo said uncomfortably: "The ingredients are not complete, it may not be delicious, if you don't like it, don't eat it." ”

Rong Yan glanced at her, picked up the chopsticks, took a bite, his eyebrows gradually eased, and he said, "It tastes good." ”

The vegetable soup is very fragrant, and the noodles are cooked just right, and there is a lingering taste on the taste buds in the mouth.

Ye Luoluo looked at him, a little sluggish, his eating movements were very elegant, and the chopsticks seemed to have turned into a work of art on his slender fingers.

How can there be such a person? Obviously, she eats and drinks the best every day, and she thinks the noodles she cooks are delicious!

It seems that what he said must not be the truth!

This kind of person should have been educated since childhood, and there should be respect for people between words, even if it is bad, you can't say it!

Therefore, she didn't take his words seriously, and buried herself in hardship.

In fact, she still has a little bit of skill in cooking, she has lived with Ah Ning for so long, she comes to cook everything, and as the days go by, how can the skills be exercised!

After eating a bowl of noodles, he raised his head and found that Rong Yan on the opposite side had also eaten a whole bowl of noodles and was slowly drinking the soup with a spoon.

Ye Luoluo glared at him and looked at him like a monster.

"See what?" He slowly blew on the bright green soup from the spoon, and without looking up, he could feel her gaze on him.

Ye Luoluo was taken aback, damn! Does he have a pair of eyes on his head too!?

"I'm not looking at you, I'm just looking at the painting behind you!" ://./11_11820/