Standing in the kitchen, Xia Qiu looked at the kitchen utensils that were as clean as new but well-equipped, and fell silent.
Even if he is an Oscar winner, is it true that Su Ye really doesn't eat fireworks
There is no sign of being used in the kitchen at all, and the bedroom and living room are fully furnished just now. Living in this apartment these days, has Su Ye always been eating air
Suddenly, her eyes lit up again.
"Su Ye, are you hungry? It's already noon, and I'll cook right away!"
Didn't they all say that if you want to tie a man, you have to tie his stomach first? Isn't this a good time for her to flex her muscles
"You know how to cook? Okay, I want to eat braised pork, curry beef, eggplant rolled in sugar, and steak... medium rare!" Su Ye's voice came in from the living room.
Xia Qiu was silent, why didn't Su Ye play cards according to common sense!
He is such a domineering president, such a national male god, isn't he all used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas, and what he likes most are some sweet and light dishes and home-cooked meals
Braised pork, curry beef, and sugar-rolled eggplant are still in her recipes, but Western food is not in the "Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Home Cooking Styles" in her memory!
I secretly took out my mobile phone and entered the method of steak, Baidu.
There was another voice from the living room.
"Oh, I forgot, I only eat the pure British steak. In the refrigerator, there should be fresh steak bought by Tian Qi. It seems to be 300 US dollars per gram. If it is ruined, I will credit it to you Come on, pay according to the price!"
Xia Qiu: ...
I quickly searched for English steak cooking on Baidu, and found the most authentic looking one. I remembered the steps in my heart, and I took two eggs and boiled them in a pot.
I found the ingredients from the refrigerator again, washed the vegetables and moistened the pot, and started to be a little cook.
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Originally, it was just casual talk, but when the faint smell of food wafted from the kitchen, watching TV, Su Ye's thoughts went far away for the first time.
"Come on, the egg is ready, I will apply it for you!"
Xia Qiu was wearing a light blue apron, showing her well-proportioned fair calves, and her feet were covered with shoe covers.
Holding a boiled egg in her hand, she walked over, and naturally knelt down on the sofa beside Su Ye. She pressed Su Ye's chin with her left hand, causing his chin to slightly lift up, and then used the boiled egg to slowly Spread it on his slightly swollen face.
"sorry."
Looking at Su Ye's flawless face like a masterpiece from heaven, leaving such conspicuous scars, Xia Qiu apologized even though he knew that he deliberately wanted to show it to the paparazzi.
No matter what, it was her fault for hitting someone.
"It's okay." Su Ye looked at her with dark eyes, leaned back on the sofa, looked at Xia Qiu's fair and delicate face, let her move, and suddenly smiled again.
"Just finish what you didn't finish back then... now!"
The sparerib soup in the kitchen was steaming in the soup pot. Su Ye grabbed Xia Qiu's waist and pulled hard. The slender waist was tightly gripped in his arm. Before he could exclaim in surprise, he almost bit his tongue. Xia Qiu's whole body had been crushed by Su. The night was under him.
"People say, the more you do it, the more you love it, aren't you afraid?"
Quickly regaining consciousness, being so pressed by Su Ye, his left hand wrapped around Su Ye's strong waist, Xia Qiu smiled in his eyes, and pushed Su Ye's shoulder with his right hand again, panting slightly.
His eyes became darker again, and he leaned over to lick her earlobe, Su Ye laughed mockingly, but there was affection in his words.
"Little wild cat! Instead of trying to tie me up with cooking skills, why don't you use your body?"