You've always loved me

Chapter 119 The Cohabitation Without Compulsion (65)
The tone that cannot be refuted is extremely overbearing.

As he spoke, he stepped into the room, and Ji Anning followed instinctively, "Uncle."

After shouting after Ji Chicheng, thinking about what they might talk about next, she went back and closed the door.

"Do you think the title uncle is very intimate?"

Ji Chicheng suddenly turned around, looked at Ji Anning, and raised an eyebrow at her.

Ji Anning felt guilty, his eyes trembled, and he quickly looked away, wondering anxiously, did he notice something?Have you noticed her shameful thoughts?

Otherwise, why did he ask him so suddenly?
While guessing uneasily, the man's funny voice came from above her, "Otherwise, why do you keep calling me?"

Ji Anning raised her small face in astonishment, and looked at the man with picturesque features in front of her in puzzlement.

Did this guy hear her conversation with Bai Guo?Have you seen her hidden thoughts?
If so, can you give me a happy one?In this way, she was not driven out of Ji's house by her grandfather, but she was scared to death by him.

Ji Chicheng looked at the dense beads of sweat on Ji Aning's forehead, and then at the turtleneck she was wearing, with a slight smile in his dark eyes.

The voice became much gentler, "If you don't know how to cook, I can teach you now."

As he spoke, he turned around and walked towards the open kitchen.

Hearing this, Ji Anning frowned and followed, "Why do you let me cook when you know how to cook?"

He felt that Ji Chicheng might not have heard the conversation between her and Bai Guo, or else he knew that she had cuckolded his nephew, how could he be so calm.

So she was a little more courageous.

"Do you think I'll make coffee for other people?"

Ji Chicheng suddenly stopped and turned around, raising an eyebrow at Ji Anning.

Ji Anning: "..."

He was so arrogant that she was speechless to refute.

That's right, anyone who can drink it made by Young Master Ji himself will smoke from the ancestor's grave.

It's not surprising that someone as arrogant, selfish and domineering as he is with exceptional taste learns how to make coffee for himself.

So she didn't need to ask him why he still had to learn how to make coffee.

Ji Anning thought about it, nodded, "Okay."

"Here are the coffee beans." Ji Chicheng took out a box of coffee beans from the cupboard, and the coffee machine was on the stove. While he was tossing the coffee beans, he said to Ji Anning, "I'll cook it once, just watch it. You do it again."

Even if she can demonstrate it patiently, she is not willing to make an extra drink for the guests, she is really drunk.

Although he felt very speechless, Ji Anning still nodded, moved to Young Master Ji's side, looked at his beautiful hands seriously, with an attitude of humbly studying.

A set of procedures, from coffee grinding to coffee brewing, took three to four 10 minutes, halfway Ji Chicheng didn't say a word, didn't explain, it was all up to Ji Anning to watch carefully.

The coffee machine started automatically, and Ji Chicheng calmly took two white porcelain cups and poured coffee into the cups, filling each cup to [-]% full.

Then he picked up a cup and handed it to Ji Anning, "Taste it."

Ji Anning didn't think too much about it, just in the mood to try the fruit of Ji Chicheng's labor, she reached out to take the coffee, put it on the tip of her nose, smelled it, the aroma was tangy, and she couldn't wait to take a sip.

Since no sugar was added, she frowned bitterly.

"You can add two teaspoons of sugar."

(End of this chapter)