The e-sports god takes it home

Chapter 187 Capture My Heart
Since it was the offseason, there were no strict requirements for the work and rest of the whole team. Bu Yao didn't get up until after nine o'clock, and went downstairs with Dahei in her arms after a simple wash.

When passing by the gymnasium, she habitually glanced in, and was surprised to find that besides her, there was actually a second living person in the base.

Lu Yan was wearing a white sportswear, with a towel around his neck, and was running on a treadmill in the morning.

His hair was still a little messy just after waking up, and a few strands even stubbornly curled up. The faint morning light sprinkled on him softly through the glass window, as if a layer of beauty filters had been added, even his delicate eyebrows and eyes They are all set off a bit softer, which makes people unable to move their eyes away.

Sensing that someone was looking at him, Lu Yan jumped off the treadmill, the corners of his lips raised slightly, but the words he said were particularly embarrassing: "Don't look at me with such loving eyes in the early morning, I will be shy of."

Bu Yao's thoughts were pulled back in an instant, she gave him a blank look, and said expressionlessly: "Please show some face early in the morning, thank you for your cooperation."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and left. After putting Dahei in the living room, she went into the kitchen by herself.

Since the rest of the team gets up late, the cooking aunt they hired is only responsible for lunch and dinner, and basically skips breakfast.

She was also tired of eating milk and bread, so she simply started cooking by herself.

She took two tomatoes and one egg from the refrigerator and was going to make tomato egg noodles.

After a pause, she poked her head out of the kitchen, and saw someone who was in the gym moved to the living room at some point, and was squatting on the ground to play with Dahei, with a smile so bright that it could blind people's eyes , happy like a child.

"Captain, do you have breakfast?"

Lu Yan paused the teaser's hands when he heard the words, and looked back at her, with a narrow smile on his face: "What? Are you planning to use the love breakfast policy to capture my heart?"

"..." Bu Yao suddenly wanted to slap her two big mouths, what's the point of asking?

"Go to your mother's love breakfast, I am caring for mentally handicapped children." Bu Yao turned her head and went back to the kitchen, cursing: "If you want to eat or not, you will starve to death."

"Tsk, why do you take it seriously when you're just kidding?" Lu Yanmao stopped being funny, and walked straight to the kitchen with long legs. The already small space seemed a little cramped because of his arrival.

"Why?" Bu Yao glanced at him: "Are you using it as a vase here?"

Lu Yan put his arms around his chest, leaned against the door frame, and said confidently: "Supervise you, if you dare not do it for me, I will take your share away."

"Childish." Bu Yao gave him a blank look, and finally took another egg from the refrigerator.

After she heated up the oil, she cracked an egg, and the small kitchen was filled with the smell of eggs. Lu Yan watched her work quietly, and suddenly felt that this was very good.

He has never been in the kitchen, and he is not interested in seeing how food is made, but when the protagonist of all this has become her, it somehow makes him feel very interesting.

She would be startled by the sudden splash of oil, muttering some nonsense words in her mouth, wishing to stand two feet away from the pot when putting vegetables in the pot, and run away when the pot was not paying attention, dropping the vegetables until the pot Only when the crackling sound of oil was turned off did I dare to step up to stir fry with a spatula.

Looking at it, Lu Yan couldn't help laughing.

Hearing him making fun of herself, Bu Yao glared at him viciously, "Why are you laughing? Have you ever seen other people cooking?"

　[To be honest, Brother Bu’s cooking is a true portrayal of me... Also, being able to cook does not mean that you are not afraid of oil. I cook delicious food, but I am afraid of oil. Every time I cook, I have to take advantage of the pot without paying attention Leave the food and run]

　　
　
(End of this chapter)