After being on variety shows, I will draw big cakes for the actor

Before coming here, Yan Cheng told her not to be too nervous, he would adjust in the middle, trying to make both sides feel more relaxed.

But it never occurred to her that this adjustment meant that he and his mother were chatting about making soup together.

But the effect is really good, it not only made his mother good at talking, but also moved her.

These days, men who love to cook soup at home are as rare as those who don't lose their hair. At that moment, she had the urge to work hard to make money so that he could stay at home and wash dishes and cook for the rest of his life, even though it was only for that second.

When the dishes were served, Yan Cheng stopped to exchange experiences on stewing soup, and glanced to the side.

Zhong Jiuyin winked at him with a smile, and reached under the table to touch his thigh.

Yan Cheng put his legs together, pressed her hand, and when he put a dish of Longjing shrimp in front of her, he glanced at her inexplicably by the way.

Zhong Jiuyin seemed to have been stuffed with money by capitalism in front of the party, so he quickly withdrew his hand guiltily, put both hands on the table, and smiled decently at the two elders.

"Yan Cheng," Tong Bianxue called out in a warm voice, "Bring the fish over, didn't you say that Jiuyin likes fish fillets?"

Zhong Jiuyin frowned, and looked at Yan Cheng with a steady and dignified smile.

Since when did she love fish fillets?In the dozens of meals the two of them had eaten together, fish rarely appeared, let alone she liked it.

I'm afraid it's not remembered as someone else's preference.

Yan Cheng was silent, as if he was thinking about how to explain this.

Seeing that a winter boot with a heel was about to be crushed on her feet, he quickly pressed her leg, and then said to Tong Bianxue, "Mom, what I said was that she loves magnolia slices."

Tong Bianxue said "Ah" with a slightly embarrassed smile.

"That's why I remembered wrongly. At that time, the phone seemed to be... as if it was..."

Yan Cheng's father spoke up: "On the yacht, the sound is too loud, you may not be able to hear clearly."

Tong Bianxue: "Yes, yes, yes, I'm really sorry Jiuyin, I didn't figure it out. How about adding a piece of magnolia?"

Yan Cheng: "Mom, the magnolia slices are in the dish of assorted delicacies in front of you."

Tong Bianxue: "..."

Now Zhong Jiuyin believed that the other party was really nervous.

But she still felt that "love to eat fish fillets" was very suspicious. Magnolia slices sounded like fish fillets, and they were on the yacht when they were on the phone. Maybe it was an excuse for the two elders to excuse their philandering son with tears in their eyes?
So he and Lele finished their meal, and after the two parties separated amicably, Zhong Jiuyin hit Yan Cheng hard in the car.

"It's fish fillets, right? Auntie remembers correctly, it was you who said it wrong."

Yan Cheng was hit on the shoulder, and he had to explain first: "I'm not wrong, and you don't like fish fillets, how can I say fish fillets? And if you like fish, you can only talk about fish, not fish fillets."

Zhong Jiuyin squinted his eyes and glanced at him: "Really? I thought you remembered someone else's favorite. Uncles and aunts helped you smooth things over."

Yan Cheng: "Whose preferences can I remember? I've been with you for the past two months, and I don't have time to remember what other people like to eat."

Her gaze was still moving on him, as if she wanted to pry open his heart to see if he was lying.

The two of them met eyes, one calmly allowed the inspection, and the other looked serious with suspicious eyes.

Then she said abruptly: "My dad told my mom that way before, but it didn't take long for him to become someone else's stepdad."

Yan Cheng was stunned, then reached out to touch her hair, running his fingers through the black hair, and pressed the back of her head, so that their foreheads touched.

"I won't lie to you. It was the second day after you entered the hospital. My mother saw the news on the Internet and called me to ask me. They were still floating in the sea at the time, and the sound of the waves and yachts was a bit loud, so I just After chatting for a few words, she hung up. She didn't know how to comfort you, she just asked me to cook more dishes you like, and asked me if you like seafood, she can send it back from abroad."

Zhong Jiuyin: "Why, did Auntie raise you up to be a family husband?"

Yan Cheng: "She likes to cook very much. My dad used to travel a lot and was not often at home. She has to do a lot of things by herself. My dad asked me to learn to cook and help her occasionally. Thanks to this Skills, no matter where you go to film, you can’t starve yourself.”

"I don't like cooking." She lowered her eyes and looked at the stitching on Yan Cheng's clothes and said, "My mother also taught me at first, but I guess I don't have that talent, so I didn't do very well, and she became impatient. , doing all the housework while beating and beating."

"Isn't that just right? I just know it, so you don't have to learn it anymore." Yan Cheng said.

Zhong Jiuyin looked into his eyes. The eyelashes of the two were like the leaves of two trees. Because the trunks were close, they touched each other, and they seemed to be greeting each other when they blinked.

"That's fine," her tone became brisk, "I'll just trust you. Whoever made you look good has good parents."

He said that he wanted to push him away and sit back, but Yan Cheng didn't let her move, and still pressed her head.

"what?"

"You abused me several times from yesterday to today."

He twisted his waist, pinched his arms, slapped his thighs and stepped on his feet. He was injured a lot.

Zhong Jiuyin raised her brows and twitched her eyebrows, making an innocent expression: "Is there any? Everything I do is for a reason, you bear with it."

Yan Cheng didn't seem to hear the second half of the sentence, he only made an argument against "Is there?", and took her hand to explore the hem of the clothes.

"I think it should be green." He said with a slight frown, as if he was really looking for responsibility.

"..." There was a twist on the waist, and it was not serious enough to step on the foot. If you want to check the injury, you should also look at the foot.

So it is reasonable to judge that he was deliberately seducing.

Zhong Jiuyin frowned and really felt it, like a doctor listening to the heartbeat with a stethoscope, touching left and right to distinguish carefully.

It wasn't until I checked that thin waist all over that I looked at him meaningfully and said, "It's really light."

Yan Cheng felt that the two of them didn't mean the same thing, but he still pressed her hand through the clothes, and said, "Can you not use so much force next time? If you accidentally show it during an event..."

"What event do you participate in that can show your waist in winter? Wear a high-end evening dress? That's not a serious event."

Yan Cheng: "..."

Forget it, let's drive home, the cold wind outside is so strong.

He mercilessly pulled out the hand that was using him as a hand warmer, started the car, and just after turning on the rear view function, a white light suddenly flashed in front of the windshield.

It's slight, very fast, but anyone who's used to the life of a star knows what it's like.

Yan Cheng: "It was photographed."

Zhong Jiuyin: "It's over, it won't be said that we are hungry and thirsty in the car..."

Yan Cheng covered her mouth with one hand, and said expressionlessly, "You can only pat the head, don't think too much."

When they got home and checked online, it turned out that only the head was photographed, but the title given by the marketing account was also quite hot.

#廉成钟九音 is not afraid of Feng Qing threatening a hot kiss in the car#

Zhong Jiuyin: "What and what, did we kiss?"

Yan Cheng: "Almost."

Zhong Jiuyin: "..."

Almost almost, she posted a clarification post on Weibo, which she hadn't used for thousands of years.

[Zhong Jiuyin: Not hot. 】