Everyone was stunned.

Yemo said coldly: "Teach me to make sweet and sour fish." ”

"What...... What the? The chef obviously couldn't believe it: "Mr. Night, if you want to eat, we can do it, you don't have to do it yourself." ”

"Why do you talk so much nonsense?"

Isn't he just going to make a sweet and sour fish? They all looked like the sky was about to fall, what the hell!

The cooks were instantly silenced.

They had to teach him hand-in-hand according to Yemo's meaning.

First, the ingredients are processed.

They probably didn't expect that Yemo would even do the step of processing the ingredients by himself.

The live fish was jumping around in his hands, and Yemo really wanted to go down with a knife and chop it directly.

But the chef told him carefully: "Mr. Night, when handling fish, you can't use the knife, otherwise it will break the inner tank, when you cut the fish, you should pay attention to these things, first ......"

Yemo listened to it with patience and did so.

After cooking this meal, Yemo was gloriously 'injured'.

When handling fish, my hand was accidentally slashed, and when I fried the fish, the back of my hand was also splashed with hot oil.

Finally, looking at the finished product on the table, Yemo picked the corners of his lips.

That woman, she should be moved, right?

*

Luo Yan waited in the ward for a long time, but he didn't wait for Yemo to bring him food.

She was hungry, hungry, hungry.

Simply, she casually picked up the mobile phone on the table and ordered a takeout, which was delivered in less than twenty minutes.

Luo Yan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, compared to Yemo, it is still reliable for takeout.

Just as she was about to feast, the door of the ward was pushed open, and Yemo walked in with a warm lunch box.

Luo Yan's hand holding the chopsticks froze.

She stared at the man in front of her with a somewhat dull gaze.

Then, his gaze slowly moved down to his hand.

His hand carrying the lunch box was scarred, with two band-aids, and the back of his hand was red with a blister......

Luo Yan's eyes rolled, and he instantly understood something.

"You, are you supposed to be...... Have you come home and help me make sweet and sour fish? ”

Yemo's gaze swept over the pile of food on Luo Yan's table, and he was very angry.

He walked to the table and emptied all the food Luo Yan had ordered into the trash.

"Hey, what are you doing? You're a waste of this, okay? Luo Yan gave him an angry look.

The man snorted arrogantly and put the insulated box in his hand on the dining table.

"Aren't you going to eat sweet and sour fish? Lao Tzu made it for you. ”

Luo Yan was choked.

Sure enough, he really did it.

Luo Yan glanced sideways at the window, thinking, could it be that the sun came out of the west today?

She opened the lunch box in disbelief.

"Poof!"

Luo Yan laughed out loud.

That's a mockery.

Yemo's face instantly darkened.

"Luo Yan!" There was a strong warning in his tone, and the sharp eyes seemed to tell her that if she didn't eat this fish today, he would have to trouble her.

Luo Yan was also speechless.

She lowered her gaze and stared at the fish on the table for a long time.

This appearance is too ugly, coupled with the black color......

"Are you sure I won't get poisoned if I eat it?" Luo Yan blinked his eyes and asked worriedly.

Yemo was irritable in her heart, thinking that this woman might be moved to death when she saw him cooking with her own hands, but in the end, she was disgusted to death!