Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Have a try?" Dongfang Shijin ignored her slightly frowned eyebrows and opened the stuffy lid on the pot. There was a burst of heat in it, diffused and filled with the aroma of the kitchen.

Ye Qingcheng stood in place and didn't turn his face. It was a strange embarrassment, "don't go, don't taste it."

Wearing gloves, Dongfang Shijin brought out a small porcelain bowl in the pot. The color of emerald green was not from ye Qingcheng's family. It must have been brought from the villa.

There are fine and dense patterns around the emerald green porcelain bowl. Dongfang Shijin ignored her, brought it in gloves and put it on the carding table not far from ye Qingcheng.

He opened the lid of the porcelain bowl. Inside was a glittering white Sydney, which was cut open and seemed to be made into a teapot lid. After opening, it was hollowed out, light golden sugar water and soaked medlar.

This stewed pear with rock sugar was specially prepared by the family doctor. When stewing Sydney, dig out the middle of Sydney and add water and rock sugar. You can add some medlar appropriately.

He suddenly thought that ye Qingcheng liked to eat sweets, cakes and other foods with too high calories, which obviously ruled out the choice. After thinking about it, stewed pears with rock sugar also had the effect of clearing the heart and nourishing yin.

"Come here." looking at Ye Qingcheng for a long time, Dongfang Shijin raised his eyebrows slightly and said compulsively.

Ye Qingcheng pursed his lips and slowly moved over. The white Sydney was very beautiful, and the sugar water inside was like amber.

He took the spoon and handed it to Ye Qingcheng to see her take it. Because of such a stewed Sydney, he thought he was looking forward to it.

"OK," Ye Qingcheng tasted.

"Really?" Dongfang Shijin stared at her, "how's the sweetness?"

"OK." Ye Qingcheng continued to be pertinent.

Dongfang Shijin looked at her face, but there was no other expression. The doctor had a specific ratio of sugar to water, but he added some rock sugar because he thought Ye Qingcheng was sweet.

He tasted it himself, and his eyebrows wrinkled. "Is that what you said?"

"What?"

"Tell me the truth later!" Dongfang Shijin was frustrated and was too sweet. "Eating too much sugar is easy to get sick."

"I'm not so delicate," said Ye Qingcheng faintly, but there is a little sour feeling in my heart. I can't tell clearly. It's like a small mushroom growing slowly in my heart. "I can accept the sweetness. Don't waste it."

"Do you think you can go where you can go if you're not here?" Dongfang Shijin leaned against the carding table, stretched out her long arm and directly took away the bowl she held in her hand.

"..." Ye Qingcheng stood there, suddenly speechless.

Where else can I go if I'm not here

"Well, go and sit next to her," Dongfang Shijin looked at her and was reluctant to let her stand here, "or choose to read the newspaper for me?"

"......." Ye Qingcheng said, "I'd better be here. I can help you..."

"Why, do you love me?"

Dongfang Shijin was preparing to cut vegetables. He was stunned and turned around. The lines of his side face were soft, and his black pupils seemed to be able to speak.

"I'm... I'm afraid you'll blow up my kitchen," Ye Qingcheng pursed her lips. She didn't want to go out alone, otherwise she would feel earth shaking heartache

In particular, when heartache mixed with guilt, she really found that she had a different feeling about oriental world brocade!