Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Me?" I cleaned up my emotions. Ye Qingcheng's expression was a little cold. "Sir, maybe I forgot. I can't cook?"

"..." of course, Ma Zi remembers the dinner that ye Qingcheng made last time. "The same servant is responsible for the young master's daily life."

"As I remember, there seems to be a special chef in charge of his diet."

"There's nothing wrong with that... The young master has orders. All employers need to be able to cook."

"Otherwise?"

"Otherwise, according to the breach of contract, compensate three times the amount and half a year's salary."

"...!" Ye Qingcheng scolded the vicious man in his heart!

"As long as he's not afraid of eating bad stomach," Ye Qingcheng turned around, "if there's a problem, I'm not responsible."

"Everything starts from scratch."

Dongfang Shijin sits at the head of the long table, dark gray Nightgown, arrogant, slender legs overlapping, he is lazy and noble.

He sat on his side and stared at the position of the kitchen——

Because of his order, he opened the relief sliding door of the kitchen under the pretext of "it's more comfortable to watch the whole dinner process".

Ye Qingcheng's small figure is in front of the stove. There is a cooking pot in front of him, which is steaming hot.

The white heat curled up, slightly dense with her figure, looking a little hazy.

Dongfang Shijin is very timely and hungry.

After skillfully closing the valve, ye Qingcheng cut some scallions on the chopping board and sprinkled them. The simple shredded meat and egg noodles do not need much technical content.

Ye Qingcheng really can't cook complex vegetables and has no talent for cooking. There is always Lu Jingshen around him, but when he is away, ye Qingcheng not only orders takeout, but also... The simplest shredded meat and egg noodles taught by Lu Jingshen.

At that time, Lu Jingshen was always in the kitchen and taught her the simplest bowl of noodles for this kitchen idiot over and over again

Ye Qingcheng leaned against the combing table in the kitchen. The pain in his heart was like being thrown into the lake with stones, which ripples a little bit.

Ye Qingcheng comforted himself. It doesn't matter... Isn't it a servant?

Just practice her hand. It happens that she can hardly do housework.

Ye Qingcheng holds a bowl of noodles and sees the man sitting at the table. The candlestick lit beside him reflects his side face, handsome and unpredictable.

"What is this?"

"Shredded meat and egg noodles," Ye Qingcheng put the lower bowl and opened the lid on it. "I'm not very good at making complex dishes. This is one of the few skilled pastries I can make."

"Where did the material come from?"

"Noodles are instant noodles I found at the bottom of the cabinet. They are simply fried shredded meat and ham. Finally, I sprinkled a handful of scallions before coming out of the pot."

“……”

Dala of Dongfang Shijin sat there, lazily picked up his chopsticks and turned it over. There was a poached egg under the noodles.

"Chi..."

The noodle bowl was lifted and sprinkled on the ground. All the ingredients in the noodle were clearly seen.

Everything turned into slow motion, the sound of falling to the ground, the splashing soup.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes suddenly felt uncomfortable. She couldn't believe that her food had turned into ruins.

There are poached eggs she specially made, and the noodles have been cooked for a long time, because... When ye Qingcheng was down there, he suddenly remembered that he had a high fever the day before yesterday and should eat some light