Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"......." Ye Qingcheng, "are you insane? This bowl is not enough for you. You don't want me to do it again."

"Why?"

"I'm sleepy."

"Open your mouth!"

Ye Qingcheng glared at him angrily. She didn't know that her face was still gloomy just now, as if it was going to rain... Now she began to treat her inexplicably?

There was only one bowl of noodles. He ate half and fed Ye Qingcheng half.

So the consequence is——

He didn't eat enough, and ye Qingcheng didn't eat well.

Naturally, he has enough reasons to make ye Qingcheng continue to enter the kitchen.

"How did you eat?"

At this time, there was nothing in the villa in the past. The maids went back to rest, and only a few maids were still busy.

Ye Qingcheng walked into the kitchen again and searched for the ingredients.

"Five points full."

"Dinner is seven minutes full, I see," Ye Qingcheng calculated. She is half full herself. She can just eat two small bowls of noodles.

Ye Qingcheng unscrewed the pot again.

There is a sliding door in the kitchen. When it is opened, it becomes an open kitchen. Dongfang Shijin pulls a chair from the table, admires her appearance when cooking noodles and waits.

I have to say that in such a scene, there is a row of warm orange crystal lights in the kitchen, and the warm light envelops her petite figure.

Her height is 168, but she is particularly delicate. From time to time, she tiptoes to take the condiment on the cabinet.

At this moment, the original impetuous heart of Dongfang Shijin slowly calmed down.

Even feel that if time stays here, it seems to be a good choice.

It didn't take long for the two bowls of noodles to come out of the pot. About ten minutes later, ye Qingcheng served two bowls of shredded meat and egg noodles.

"Here."

Ye Qingcheng put two bowls of noodles on the table. It's already 11:30. She just wants to have a rest after eating.

Dongfang Shijin saw herself sitting directly on the chair next to him, picked up chopsticks, turned over, and slightly blew the heat on it.

"You are a servant and I am your master. Shouldn't you serve me first?"

Dongfang Shijin raised her hand and pressed her hand with chopsticks. What do you think she just wants to eat as soon as possible and go to bed?

His business hasn't started yet!

"If you eat or not, even if you have hands and feet, why don't you just say I eat for you?"

Ye Qingcheng glanced at him and worked for a while. The hot face was in front of him. Ye Qingcheng raised his hand and picked up his chopsticks.

Before he could react, ye Qingcheng took a chopstick of noodles and drank it himself.

"Hiss............"

As soon as the noodles came out of the pot, they burned Ye Qingcheng's tongue. She raised her hand and fanned the wind slightly.

It's summer now. The indoor air conditioning starts. It was cool, but ye Qingcheng gets much hotter in this thick servant suit.

Dongfang Shijin frowns. She seems tired and sleepy. She just wants to eat as soon as possible

"What are you doing?"

It's very annoying to be taken away when you are eating.

"I find your noodles are more delicious," said Dongfang Shijin with an indifferent face and chopsticks in his hand.

"You......" Ye Qingcheng's eyelids were about to fight. He was too lazy to care. He raised his hand and took the noodles beside him, and then ate without scruples.

"What are you doing?" Ye Qingcheng looked at him unbearably and put his chopsticks directly into her bowl.