Why do I become a scumbag if I am single and chase other people?

"I didn't expect you to be able to cook?" At lunchtime, Du Juan stood not far from the living room kitchen with his chest in his arms, looking at An Yi who was cooking there, his beautiful eyes were a little surprised.

An Yi rolled up his sleeves, turned around and smiled: "I didn't expect it, you didn't expect it too much." "

This time.

On the contrary, he was a little grateful to his mother.

If she hadn't started to practice her cooking skills a long time ago, I'm afraid he wouldn't have had a chance to show off in front of the cuckoo.

The cuckoo pursed his lips and smiled: "In this society, there don't seem to be many boys who can cook. "

The boys know how to cook, which is a plus.

However, An Yi remembered that six or seven years after his previous life, the family was full of cooks.

turned around and teased: "Do you believe it, in a few years, there may be more boys who can cook than girls

?" Du Juan thought for a while, and said with some uncertainty: "It should be, won't it?"

An Yi smiled and didn't speak.

That may seem unrealistic now, but a few years later, it did happen.

It can only be said that reality is always more absurd than imagined.

Although Du Juan doesn't cook much, because she has left her job, she has bought a lot of ingredients in the past two days.

After An Yi made three meat dishes, one vegetarian dish, and took a tomato and egg soup outside, there were still a lot of things left in the refrigerator.

After Du Juan sat down, she took a bite of chopsticks, her beautiful eyes lit up, she looked at him and smiled: "The taste is quite good, did you learn it in a restaurant?"

An Yi shook his head: "No, it's probably talent." "

His cooking skills are indeed good, no worse than some small restaurants, and when he was at home, his parents were used to eating Xi, and he didn't feel it."

Du Juan tasted a few other dishes, almost every one of them tasted very good, and the appearance was okay, it was really no worse than some small restaurants.

She couldn't help but sigh: "If you look at it like this, it seems that you are really happy to be your girlfriend!"

This was a bit ambiguous, and he couldn't take it.

After Du Juan said this, she seemed to realize that something was wrong, her little face flushed, and she stammered a little: "No, no, I, I didn't mean that, don't get me wrong."

"Well, don't worry, I won't get me wrong. "Anyi quickly picked it up.

The corners of Du Juan's mouth twitched, she couldn't hold back her anger, raised her calf again, and kicked him under the table.

An Yi looked down and saw that his pants were dirty, looked up at her and said, "Sister Dujuan, you kicked me several times today, if you kick again, I will fight back." "

Cut, are you still paying off?" Du Juan didn't take it seriously at all, raised her long legs again, and stretched out from under the table.

As a result, as soon as he touched An Yi, he was immediately grabbed by his big hand, and his hand was full of slippery.

For a moment, both of them froze.

Du Juan's dining table is not big, when the two face each other, they can touch it with a little stretching their feet, and with such a big movement, An Yi reached out and fished it directly to her thigh.

Suddenly, Du Juan's face turned even redder.

What's even worse is that An Yi subconsciously slashed on her leg, which made her delicate body tremble, and she lowered her head and scolded: "What are you doing, why don't you let go quickly?"

An Yi came back to his senses, hurriedly put her thighs aside, cleared his throat and said: "What, it was just a counterattack just now, Sister Cuckoo, don't take it to heart."

Du Juan raised her head and glanced at him angrily: "Did you fight back like this?" An

Yi immediately put down his chopsticks and said seriously: "The move I made just now should be a complete sweep of the hall's legs, taking advantage of holding one of the enemy's thighs, a low sweep swept the opponent to the ground......

" "......"

Who asked you this?

Du Juan was still a little shy, but he was so tidy that there was no ambiguous atmosphere at all.

I had to pout and say, "Okay, okay, don't explain, let you go this time, don't have a next time!"

An Yi shrugged his shoulders: "As long as you don't kick me again." "