The rich and the cold play love: the stupid maid

Chapter 76 I will be responsible for you 2
It's just a small excuse for him to use it to play.

But what Feng Zhanyi didn't expect was that when he returned to his villa with a horrific right hand wrapped in white floral cloth, not to mention Wang Ma, who always cared about him as his own son, even An Qianqian forced him Do you have to go back to your own room and lie down on the bed?

As for it being so serious?He is a man, not some delicate woman.

But when I thought of An Qianqian's serious look in my mind, I couldn't help but burst into joy.

So he listened to her and stayed in his room.

While he was still thinking, there were several knocks on the door.

"The door is open, come in." After he finished speaking, he lay down on his bed.

"I asked Mama Wang to teach me how to make some soup. The opponent is better. Try it."

An Qianqian walked in slowly with a fragrant soup. Before she could take off her apron, a few strands of slightly curly long hair were scattered on both sides of her face, which had a special flavor.

"Beauty Chef God", this is the idea that popped up in Feng Zhanyi's mind, but the word "beauty" is more suitable, so "Chef God" is probably still a certain distance...

"How can I drink like this?" Feng Zhanyi stretched out his injured right paw with an innocent face, and the thickness of the bandage was almost comparable to that of a pig's trotter.

After An Qianqian was stunned for a moment, she said in embarrassment, "I'll feed you."

"it is good."

When Feng Zhanyi finished speaking, he saw her use a spoon to fill a small spoonful of soup, then blew it around her mouth very carefully, and finally brought it to his mouth and said, "Drink, have a taste Look."

"You drink first... If it's not good, I won't drink it..." Feng Zhanyi suddenly looked at An Qianqian in front of him like a wayward child: "You drink first, if it tastes good, I'll drink it..."

As soon as he finished speaking, An Qianqian immediately remembered the porridge that he had been busy with for a long time in the morning some time ago, and his face was flushed again soon. He filled a small spoon and said to Feng Zhanyi:

"Don't worry, the soup this time is definitely not as bad as the porridge I made last time. I have personally asked Wang Ma for advice. Can I drink it now? Come on, ah—"

"Puchi—" He smiled, and obediently opened his mouth.

The soup this time tastes really good. It tastes fragrant but not greasy. It looks like it has been stewed for a long time. Even the supplements and other things put in have been boiled. It seems that An Qianqian must have been busy for this soup. a long time.

After he finished drinking, he said, "How do you know that the porridge you made last time was terrible?"

"Uh... I tasted it later, it's really hard for you, I can still eat it..."

"What I eat is not porridge, but human..." He looked at An Qianqian in front of him and turned away from his troubles, and said, "Forget it, you don't understand after I say it."

"By the way, I put all the good ingredients in this soup, finish it quickly, or it will be bad if it gets cold..." An Qianqian deliberately diverted the topic: "This time it is delicious, how about you?" Just drink more."

"Gudu Gudu." Feng Zhanyi directly took the left and right bowls, and drank it in big gulps. It was warm and comfortable in his stomach.

"Well... Do you have anything else you want to eat? I can make it for you tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)