Tomorrow night, you have done a whole night of play, haven't you done enough? !
Today, he even asked his assistant to cook for him, to pretend to be caring and considerate to him.
But did he think he would be fooled by this appearance? !
I will not eat his things.
Unless he made it for himself!
Luo Liyan hummed and thought in her heart.
As soon as he went downstairs, he heard that familiar voice from the kitchen.
"Are you up? Wait for me to eat, and there is the last soup, it will be ready soon."
The man's hair drooped casually in front of his full forehead.
It looks lazy and casual.
Especially the off-white casual outfit with the purple star dew apron.
It makes him look at home, with a little contrast and cuteness.
But Luo Liyan didn't have the heart to appreciate this.
The falg she just set up just now, did not expect to be slapped in the face by Shao Yiyang with practical actions so soon.
The two of them are really incompatible by nature.
The corner of Luo Li's cigarette mouth twitched, and even her legs felt a little weak.
Holding on to the stairs, he slowly moved down.
She looked at the huge dining table in disbelief, and there were six delicious dishes.
Luo Liyan swallowed her saliva, and let out a "grunt" cry because her stomach was particularly disappointing.
Shao Yiyang froze for a moment, and then his smile became brighter and brighter.
"If you're hungry, you can have some small cakes first, I just made them in the morning." Shao Yiyang said and walked into the kitchen.
Luo Liyan blushed, and patted her stomach vigorously.
"Can't you be more confident? How can you lose your dignity in front of him?!"
But she hadn't finished her whisper, when she immediately heard her stomach growl again.
It was as if he was protesting against himself unconvinced.
But Shao Yiyang didn't give her time to take another picture of herself, and walked out with a colorful porcelain bone plate.
Topped with a piece of pink strawberry shortcake.
The color is very Q, and the lace drawn by white cream is also very delicate and lovely.
She actually wanted to say something—why are you such a motherfucker? !
But when the words came to my lips, I felt wrong again.
If I hate him like this, wouldn't I kill all the pastry chefs on the earth.
There are also men who can make cakes.
How innocent people are!
Touching her nose embarrassingly, Luo Liyan asked suspiciously, "You really did these?!"
"Of course, I should have said it in more than one interview." Shao Yiyang answered casually.
But then he seemed to think of something again, and smiled apologetically.
"Sorry, I forgot that you are not my fan. However, these things are indeed made by me. If you don't believe me, I still have some ingredients in the kitchen. Now I accept your order."
As Shao Yiyang said, he put one hand on his chest and made a bending motion.
Just like a medieval butler.
That elegant and standard appearance made even Luo Liyan, who hated him no matter how much she hated him, feel palpitations that could not resist the temptation.
"No... no need, just eat these." Luo Liyan stammered.
Then he watched the man in front of him stand up straight, walked to the dining table, and pulled the stool away.
The very gentleman made a gesture of invitation to himself.
This made Luo Liyan feel very embarrassed for a while.
In fact, as an opponent, he may not necessarily know less than his little sun.
For example, I have used Shao Yiyang's self-proclaimed leisure time more than once, including cooking and making desserts, as an attack.