A marriage contract: a genius, a black father

In her impression, it was impossible for men of their type to have anything to do with the kitchen. They raised their knives and dropped their hands, staining the ground with blood, stomping their feet, and maybe Manhattan would be shaken three times.

How could such a domineering and dangerous man get in touch with a man who was busy in the kitchen.

Xia Qing couldn't help but wiped his eyes, making sure it was An Xiaoyao, his face was expressionless.

The open kitchen is spacious and bright. In Xia Qing's impression, most of the men who often run the kitchen are men who seek a comfortable life. They have no ambitions and only seek peace, even mediocrity.

Most of this type of men are mediocre all their lives.

However, none of them had anything to do with An Xiaoyao.

Even though he was holding a spatula in his hand, he was still handsome, gentle and elegant, without any fireworks.

"Why did you throw away all the instant food I bought?" Xia Qing was also hungry at first, and wanted to get something to eat, when she saw that all the quick-frozen food she bought had been thrown away in the trash can, Xia Qing was angry, she food.

An Xiaoyao didn't even look at it, "You've just recovered from a serious illness, and it's not nutritious to eat these things all the time."

"I'm too lazy to cook. If you don't eat these, what are you going to eat? You can cook them for me." Xia Qing yelled, wanting to pick them out of the trash can and put them in the microwave oven, as long as they are hot, they can be eaten.

An Xiaoyao looked at her with a half-smile, "If you lose them, I will make them for you."

As long as you want, you can do it all your life.

Xia Qing was startled, there were two big bowls of spaghetti on the table, and he was making thick soup, which looked nutritious and delicious. For Xia Qing who ate fast food every day, it was like a wolf seeing a rabbit.

At first glance, it looks like seafood spaghetti with delicious flavor and color.

She was salivating.

"You really know how to cook."

"I said earlier that I can cook, but you never believed it."

"Didn't lie to me, it looks delicious." Xia Qing salivated, and just as he was about to grab the lobster, An Xiaoyao slapped him on the back of his hand, "Wash your hands and take it out."

"Why?" Xia Qing went to wash his hands in dissatisfaction, then went out with the pasta, poured two glasses of white wine by the way, An Xiaoyao just brought out the thick soup, and the aroma was overflowing. He originally planned to go upstairs after finishing it Call Xia Qing out for dinner.

It would save him trouble when she came down.

"It's delicious." Xia Qing praised generously, eating to his heart's content. An Xiaoyao's craftsmanship is comparable to that of a chef in a five-star hotel. The food is rubbish.

The more satisfied she is, the better An Xiaoyao's mood will be.

"You are a big man with such good cooking skills, you still want to let a woman live." Xia Qing complained while eating, "You really have the potential to be a bad guy. I thought it was right before."

"Can't you think a little better about me?" An Xiaoyao took a sip of his wine.

He didn't need to ask to know what Xia Qing could imagine about him, and it would be no good.

Xia Qing said, "Think about what you can do. You have a pretty face and can cook, not to mention your sugar daddy."

An Xiaoyao didn't change his face, "If the big money is you, I'd rather be by my side. I don't know if you'd like to raise a jerk like me. It would be more face-saving to bring a jerk like me out. Stand in front of the Guoan executives, Let me say that An Xiaoyao is my little boy, so scared that they confess you, how majestic."