Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"What time is it now?" Ye Qingcheng glanced at the pair of black scum plates and rubbed the center of his eyebrows.

"At 4:45 p.m., it's still some time before the young master comes back."

It seemed that her wish to make some appetizers was dashed.

Ye Qingcheng looked at the kitchen with some despondency.

It seems that those French dishes that sound very tall have no chance with her. They can only cook some home-made dishes or change their tastes.

So, thinking so, ye Qingcheng relaxed a lot.

At least, Chinese cuisine is easier than foreign cuisine, especially home cooked dishes.

Although Ye Qingcheng failed several times

Six o'clock in the evening.

When a line of motorcade stopped in front of the villa yard on time, the sunset dyed the sky golden, and the breeze blew through the dense shrubs.

The rich wild rose is bright red

It is also intertwined with the music of cicadas and birds.

The fountain in front of the villa is shaped like an angel pouring pot. The water is splashing, and the thin and dense water jumps high to the middle.

The door of the villa is open, and you can see the European decoration inside.

Dongfang Shijin has a black suit, white shirt, slender and straight trouser legs, and sharp and domineering steps.

After he opened the door and got off, the breeze blew his slightly long bangs and slightly covered his handsome eyebrows and eyes.

Walking into the living room, the maid in black and white hoop skirt saluted.

There was a smell of burning things in the room, and there was a tinkling noise in the kitchen.

The most important thing is that there is a strong smoke floating out of the kitchen

It's like a fire.

Even the horse could not help frowning.

"What's the smell in the kitchen?" asked the horse.

"Mr. Hui... It was Miss ye who prepared dinner in the kitchen for the young master..."

Dongfang Shijin was in a good mood. When he heard the speech, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his heart suddenly jumped with joy.

He unbuttoned his suit and walked towards the kitchen.

"Zila -"

"Bang -"

"Bang -"

"Cough... Cough... Cough..."

A harsh sound followed by Ye Qingcheng's cough. The area of the kitchen is very large, but now it is full of smoke

It's like a battlefield

Dongfang Shijin frowned and looked at the stove

The woman was dressed in a light blue home clothes, her hair was loosely tied up, her sleeves were rolled up, and her delicate white arms were exposed.

One hand turned the pot, the other hand covered his mouth and nose, coughing uncontrollably.

Although it was very embarrassed and the air didn't taste very good, it unexpectedly made the Oriental world brocade happy.

"Young master..."

The maid holding a tablet next to her was frightened. She saw the young master because of the smoke.

Miss Ye won't let her get too close to the stove.

But she couldn't leave Ye Qingcheng too far. She had to take care of her safety. For a moment, neither advance nor retreat.

The maid was surprised when she saw the Oriental brocade coming in

With the permission of Dongfang Shijin, she hurriedly withdrew from this "land of right and wrong".

Ye Qingcheng covered her mouth and nose with thick oil smoke. She really didn't know that cooking was so complicated. The most important thing is that the hot oil is always splashed.

She had to be careful of the hot oil and the food was not burnt.