Empress frost speaks the world

Chapter 381 Example ([-])

Thinking about it, I'm really scared. How could a big man be so greasy?
But it's true, Yan Shuang has never experienced a few men at all. Before coming here, there was only that heartbroken man alone. After coming here, the men he met were all very normal, with very distinct personalities. As for this man, it is hard to Guess what will happen to him in the next second...

For example... that bowl of inexplicable abalone porridge...

"Miss Yan!" Seeing him running over in a hurry, Yan Shuang thought something terrible was about to happen!
"Huh? What's the matter, young master?"

"Hmm!" He stopped, he looked like a slightly normal person at this moment, but in the next second a casserole with bubbling bubbles came out from behind him.

I don't know if he is not afraid of being hot, the casserole is still cooking the contents of the pot by himself, so he dared to come over directly with the handle.

Yan Shuang knew what was inside as soon as he smelled it, but he didn't express his opinion on the surface. To put it simply, he just looked at this young man who looked like a rich second generation to be stupid.

"I... No, no, I just saw the extra abalone in the back kitchen. I thought Miss Yan's health was not very good, so I took the abalone to cook porridge for Miss Yan. I didn't know that Miss Yan Do you like to eat..."

"My lord...Actually, I don't like eating these things very much. Besides, didn't the kitchen tell you? I am a vegetarian for a while."

Yan Shuang was still smiling at this time, who knew that this fool seemed not expecting this, and was stunned.

Yan Shuang kindly waved his hand in front of Qi Luanrun twice, seeing that he had regained his composure, he continued to talk with a slight smile.

"My lord, this casserole seems to be very hot, are you okay? After all, you didn't wrap it in a towel, but started directly..."

"Hot, hot, hot!"

The fool who only came to his senses at this time yelled that it was hot, but at the same time he was reluctant to put the pot down...

It was the maidservant who was watching the fun came over and took the casserole and rescued Qi Luanrun, but he didn't seem to give up the porridge just yet.

"Then let me try the taste for Miss Yan first. Miss Yan, this is porridge that I have spent an hour in the kitchen cooking carefully. Miss Yan can't deny my craftsmanship with just one word!"

So Yan Shuang watched Qi Luanrun present a bowl of boiling hot porridge in front of him, and took a spoon to dig a big spoonful, planning to put it in his mouth...

Yan Shuang saw that his movements didn't stop, so he knew he was serious. Seeing that the spoon was about to touch the slightly vermilion lips, Yan Shuang couldn't sit still even though he was calm...

"Master, don't you need to blow it first? It might burn your tongue."

But at this time, Qi Luanrun had no other senses, and the whole person stood there in a daze, looking at Yan Shuang's hand, which was smaller than his own, at this moment, everything else seemed so insignificant important.

The palm that was scalded by the casserole just now is now being held by Yan Shuang's cool and slender hand. It is soft and cool, and it moves Qi Luanrun's heart even more than the caring words from Yan Shuang's mouth...

My mother died early, and my grandma passed away one after another. This sentence seems to have been heard from the mouths of the two deceased elders when I was young...

(End of this chapter)