Chapter 963

Feng Qingyan came to him and asked, "why do you suddenly cook by yourself?"

Beiming Yue said solemnly, "try something new."

Feng Qingyan: "......"

After a while, Beiming Yue said again, "go out and wait. It will be fine in a while."

Feng Qing looked down at a dark thing in the pot: "what is this?"

Beiming Yue: "steak!"

Feng Qingyan: "......"

She really didn't see it!

"Is it... Burnt?"

Beiming coughed more softly: "I don't want this. I'll do it again later."

After that, he murmured to himself that Shang Si Zhan must have done worse than he did. No, he must have blown up the kitchen!

Feng Qingyan looks at the garbage can nearby. It seems that there are several dark things.

Rong ye knew that Beiming Yue could not succeed at one time, so he bought a lot for him to practice.

Facts proved that his guess was right.

Feng Qingyan said, "why don't I do it?"

The more Beiming looks at her, he picks his eyebrows and asks with a little doubt, "will you?"

"No." Feng Qingyan answered honestly.

She really can't cook. She tried, failed, and then gave up.

But she thinks she should be stronger than Beiming.

There were three black lines across the North hell's forehead: "go out and wait for me!"

Finally, Feng Qingyan was driven out by Beiming Yue.

She sat at the table, looking in the direction of the kitchen, with an expression beyond words.

After another half an hour, Beiming Yue finally came out with two steaks and put them on the table.

The surface is still a little sticky, but at least it's not black carbon.

Beiming coughed softly, "have a try."

Feng Qingyan looked at the steak and looked up at Beiming Yue: "you... Didn't poison it?"

“.......”

Beiming Yue: "our sect leader wants you to die, so he can poison you?"

Feng Qingyan picked up the knife and fork on the table and gently cut a small piece into his mouth.

Beiming stared at her more and more: "how is it?"

After swallowing, Feng Qingyan replied, "it's very good."

"Really?"

Feng Qingyan nodded: "HMM."

The North Ming Yue chuckled: "just say that our sect leader has a talent for cooking."

Feng Qingyan: "......"

Beiming Yue took the wine that had been opened on the table and poured it into two goblets.

"Let's have a drink today."

Feng Qingyan looked at him, and his beautiful eyes immediately caught a touch of vigilance.

In the entertainment circle, there have always been a lot of things in the wine. Beimingyue is cooking and letting her drink. It seems that he has a bad intention!

Seeing her appearance, Beiming frowned more and more: "what are your eyes?"

"Beiming Yue, what do you want?"

Beiming Yue said solemnly, "of course, it's to celebrate your killing!" After a pause, he suddenly smiled: "we can go back the day after tomorrow."

Feng Qingyan naturally knows what he means.

The little face flashed a blush.

Beiming Yue takes a cup of wine and hands it to her: "here."

Feng Qingyan took the glass and hesitated to drink.

Beiming Yue chuckled, "don't worry, baby. The wine is normal. There's nothing else."

With that, he took a knife and fork and cut a steak into his mouth.

It was the first time in his life that he cooked.

However, just chewed twice, Beiming Yue's whole person was in a bad moment.

He barely vomited out and swallowed.

"Feng Qingyan is also very good!"

Feng Qingyan said, "it should be very good for you to do it for the first time."

Beiming Yue took the steak aside: "don't eat it. I'll eat it when I finish it next time."

Then he looked at Rong ye and said, "call the cook!"

Rong ye: "... Yes."

Sect leader, your cooking ability is really poor.