School grass, your foodie is gone again

Chapter 337

Hey, I can only get off the fence first.

Qi Yue casually fell down on the grass, she couldn't ask directly, and she couldn't flatter her as she did in the morning. He must have seen it right away. What should she do to please him?
She racked her brains for a whole morning, but in the end, Qiyue couldn't think of a reason, so she just lay on the grass, and even when the servant called her to have lunch, she didn't have an appetite.

"It would be great if it was Nangonghan."

Looking at the high and deep blue sky, Mo Qiyue murmured softly.

If it was Nangong Han, as long as he hugged his arm, swayed and acted like a baby, coupled with an innocent, delicate and cute expression, Nangong Han would listen to her in everything.

Hey--

Compared with Nangong Han, Ye Zun is much more difficult to deal with. His mind is too delicate and cunning. Those sharp wolf eyes seem to be able to see through the opponent's tricks at a glance. Man, it's really enough for her to vomit old blood.

"If you give him some warmth, will he..."

Stretching out her hand, spreading it out, the sun shines through the fingers, and the warm and bright light shines into her clear eyes.

"It's as warm as the sun."

Thinking of Ye Zun's lack of love in his heart, the word "warmth" suddenly came to Qiyue's head. He must be yearning for warmth deep down in his heart.

"There is a way."

Most Qiyue stood up excitedly, patted the dust off her body, and strode away.

*
In the quiet evening, most July got busy in the kitchen herself. He lacked warmth, so he must long for the family to bring him warmth. She decided to cook a special dish in the past few days to please Ye Zun. The masked dance will be held four days later. She vowed to attend.

Wash and sort all the vegetables and put them on a plate.

Take a bowl, add egg liquid, water starch, flour and mix well, add appropriate amount of cooking wine, sugar, vinegar, salt, green onion, ginger, water starch, a little soup to make juice.

Turn on the gas, pour in the oil, when it is [-]% hot, pour in the washed meat slices, fry until crispy, remove and control the oil.

I am very busy in the kitchen in July.

A plate of sweet and sour pork tenderloin was finally out of the oven. Fearing that it would be cold, Qiyue brought a lid to cover it, "Help take it out, and please inform Ye Zun to come back for dinner early."

"Yes." The servant took the plate, sighed, and left the kitchen in a hurry.

*
At dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun is reflected on the houses of European architecture, interweaving into a moving picture, and the blooming flowers are extremely magnificent.

Ye Zun hurried into the gate, opened his arms, servants surrounded him, took off his coat, at the entrance, he quickly took off his leather shoes, and walked towards the kitchen.

With amber eyes, Qiyue was surrounded by a kitchen towel, walking around busy, the dishes in the pot were crackling, and her thin lips curled into a warm arc.

When the servant told him on the phone that Qi Yue would serve the dishes himself in the kitchen and asked him to come back for dinner earlier, he still couldn't believe it, and rushed here with anticipation, and sure enough, he was not disappointed.

Turn off the gas, most July cheers: "You're done!"

"Uh." A hug that was caught off guard.

When Zuo Qiyue wanted to untie the kitchen towel on her body, Ye Zun suddenly hugged her from behind, leaning his head on her shoulder, with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I can't believe it, you can cook by yourself."

He whispered softly, the breath in his eyes was very soft.

Most Qiyue froze, smiled faintly, "Okay, wash your hands and eat quickly."

As she spoke, she turned around and pushed him to the sink from behind, urging: "Wash your hands quickly, wash your hands, and have dinner together."

(End of this chapter)