Chapter 477

To the villa, get off before, when the cold and asked song Qinghuan A: "are you full?"

Song Qinghuan looked at him strangely, and then gave a repeated answer: "OK!"

When the big boss is not happy, such as snow's face with frost: "what is OK, hungry is hungry, I'm hungry, to cook."

Poof! I have been asking her whether she is hungry and whether she has had enough. In fact, I don't really want to know whether she has had enough, but because he is still hungry and he hasn't had enough.

This guy is speechless.

After entering the villa, song Qinghuan went directly to the kitchen, tied an apron, took off the rubber band from his wrist, tied up his hair, and began to wash rice for cooking.

When she picked up the kitchen knife to cut the meat, she stepped in calmly.

Song Qinghuan glanced at him and went on with his work. However, he didn't immediately stand idly by to watch her. He saw that she cut the meat well, leaned over the cupboard on her head, took out a plate and put it in her hand.

Song Qinghuan was startled by such considerate action.

She turned and looked at him. At the moment, the distance between them was very close. As soon as she turned around, she almost hit him. She retreated reflexively to avoid, but her waist suddenly hit the edge of the carding table.

The pain didn't come as expected, because the cold quickly hugged her waist.

Song Qinghuan looked down at the palm of his waist and said, "thank you."

When the cold recovery in her waist hand, "rice is good, stir fry!"

With that, he went to the pot and set about cooking.

When song Qinghuan heard that he was talking about cooking, he thought that he was calling himself to cook faster. At this moment, he was shocked by his posture of asking for his own action.

Song Qinghuan is always bossing him, but now he does it himself. He is flattered and looks suspiciously on Shi Yuhan's face.

Thinking: when the cold, how is today? There was something wrong with that nerve, and he condescended to cook by himself.

did he dislike her cooking, which is not delicious?

She maintained a feeling of "startled" and kept watch from the cold. She was even more shocked to find that his cooking action was very handsome.

"Try?" He picked up a piece of meat, blew it gently, and then handed it to song Qinghuan.

How much song Qinghuan wanted to eat.

Just out of the pot, it was a little hot. Song Qinghuan raised his hand and half covered his mouth, whistling twice. Then he began to taste the meat carefully. The meat was soft and hard, and the taste was fragrant.

The whole process is not only smooth and gorgeous, but also full of color and fragrance. She can't help admiring it.

She looked at the cold with appreciation and nodded with a smile: "yes, it's delicious!"

Anyway, absolutely, it's much better than what she fried.

Looking at her smiling face half cover of pretty appearance, when the cold slightly bent the corner of the mouth, and then turn off the fire will dish.

The next dish, is also when the cold chef, song Qinghuan hit.

Song Qinghuan originally intended to eat a little, but because the food was delicious, she ate two bowls of rice in a row and felt a strong sense of satiety, so she put down her chopsticks.

Song Qinghuan cleans up the dining bed and brushes the dishes. When he comes out, he doesn't see the cold in the living room. He thinks he should go back to the villa.

But did not expect, but in his bedroom to see him, he took clothes, seems to be ready to go to the shower.

Song Qinghuan quickly walked up to her: "why do you come to me again, go out, go back to your own home."