Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

At this time, ye Qingcheng noticed that there were few candlesticks on the table on weekdays

At this moment, champagne tablecloths are stacked, tassels fall, and flames jump on the gold court candlestick.

In the restaurant, only the luxurious crystal chandelier was on.

Like a European Court, it is brightly lit and luxurious.

For the meal she cooked herself?

So this is a special arrangement?

Ye Qingcheng's heart crossed a touch of complexity.

The maids stood by respectfully.

Ye Qingcheng coughed slightly and opened the meal cover. It was a simple four dishes and one soup.

With brown luster, I can't see what shape it is... Braised eggplant.

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes can be barely distinguished. Tomatoes are cut in different sizes, and eggs are in different sizes.

There is also a braised meat, which looks even more black, but fortunately Ye Qingcheng cuts it better. It can be seen at a glance that it is meat

The last thing you can see is the bowl of fish soup. The soup is delicious milky white, and you can smell the fragrance of fish.

If you ignore the burning behind the fish

When the table was opened, the horse's face suddenly changed.

The horse turned his head slightly. His young master still had a leisurely smile on his face, as if he saw some pleasant dishes

Ye Qingcheng looked at the table and couldn't believe it was the result of her work.

It's ugly.

When it was filled in the pot, it didn't look like a ghost.

Really put it in a bowl and put it on such a luxurious table... It's also poor in appearance.

Ye Qingcheng's originally slightly happy and expectant heart seemed to be poured down by a bucket of cold water. It was all cold and extinguished.

This table dish, her own appetite suddenly decreased

I really don't have any appetite

The smile on Ye Qingcheng's face was a little broken. After the introduction, ye Qingcheng suddenly felt sour in his heart——

What is the status of this man and what kind of delicacies he hasn't eaten. I'm afraid he can't even call this table 'food'.

"Forget it..." why don't you go out to eat? Unexpectedly, ye Qingcheng couldn't wait for his response and was about to speak.

But I saw Dongfang Shijin pick up chopsticks, as if I completely ignored these

Ye Qingcheng watched him put a braised eggplant in his mouth.

"How is it?" almost the next second, ye Qingcheng couldn't help asking.

"Delicious food." there was a smile on his face. He always knew that ye Qingcheng had never been in the kitchen. This was her first time cooking.

Ye Qingcheng was suspicious. Looking at the dish, it didn't look like a delicacy. Ye Qingcheng took the chopsticks and tasted one by himself——

"Bah!"

Salty to death!

It's terrible!

Ye Qingcheng grabbed the nearby water cup and poured a mouthful of water. Did she add so much salt?

Not only dead salt, but also strong burning smell

Killing her, she didn't expect that what she made in the kitchen for the first time was this kind of thing.

Ye Qingcheng's face is very bad.

He's still eating.

"Don't eat." Ye Qingcheng opened his mouth. The man is also very particular about eating. If he eats badly, she can't afford it, "it's so bad..."