Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

A simple sandwich, she also baked an apple pie, which is the only dessert she can.

"Miss ye, you don't have to bring so many things..." the maid watched Ye Qingcheng keep busy, but she couldn't help opening her mouth, "You think, since it's a picnic... There must be a lot of things to choose from. For example, you can barbecue... I heard that there are many places with fishing grounds where you can pay for fishing. Barbecued fish is a good choice... Moreover, you can pick wild fruits on the mountain and make fruit salad..."

Ye Qingcheng's action of taking out the apple pie just now was really a little stopped. With thick gloves, she took out the baked burnt yellow apple pie from the oven, and the sliced apples were stacked neatly like flowers.

The baked crisp apple pie immediately filled the whole kitchen with a strong aroma

In particular, apple pie has neat color, light yellow and slightly brownish, with Apple's bright roasted fruit pulp, which looks very exquisite.

"Miss ye, your cooking has really improved a lot..." the maid couldn't help admiring.

"No," Ye Qingcheng smiled and looked at the beautiful apple pie with some pride. "In fact, it's not too difficult to pay attention to the uniformity of slices when cutting, and stack them neatly and put them in the shape of flowers... Moreover, it's not too difficult to pay attention to the temperature and time of the oven."

While the maid was laughing, there was a sound of footsteps upstairs. Ye Qingcheng looked up and saw that Dongfang Shijin was walking down the stairs. He was still wearing a black nightgown.

"Why didn't you change your clothes?" Ye Qingcheng has almost prepared her things. She also plans to follow the maid's instructions and bring some necessary condiments instead of too much food. Just watch the food make at that time.

"Since you are going to do what lovers should do, you should wear what lovers should wear," Dongfang Shijin seems to walk into the kitchen carelessly, "what did you do? It smells good."

The apple pie made by Ye Qingcheng is on the kitchen table. Today's sun is very good, the warm sun shines in, and the color of apple pie is bright and moving.

The heat of apple pie curled like fog in the sun.

The orange luster is very attractive.

Dongfang Shijin stretched out his hand, took a piece of apple pie, tasted it in his mouth, and said with appreciation, "it tastes good."

"..." Ye Qingcheng was originally serving porridge, but Dongfang Shijin had already eaten her apple pie, which was one of the picnic foods.

And the piece of apple he ate was the middle piece of apple pie.

It was too late for ye Qingcheng to stop. She was annoyed, but it didn't take long. After all, there were other options for today's picnic.

"Breakfast," Ye Qingcheng took out the apple pie and heated a glass of milk for Dongfang Shijin. The maid was packing the condiments.

Dongfang Shijin sat at the door of the kitchen. The sunshine on the window made his face warm, but he raised his hand slightly to support his forehead.

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