Yu Wanwan's words brought Han Ye back to his senses.
He actually stared at her just now, was he fascinated?
In order to hide his embarrassment, Han also stretched out his hand and clenched his fist, put it to his mouth, coughed twice, walked into the restaurant, looked at the fried eggs on the table, raised his chin arrogantly and said, "I don't like fried eggs .”
Why?
Yu Wanwan looked at him in bewilderment, and the hand that was about to hold the chopsticks for him stopped suddenly.
The restaurant was quiet. After Han Ye's dark and deep eyes met Yu Wanwan's round eyes for a while, he looked away uncomfortably, but still said arrogantly, "What's so delicious about fried eggs? I prefer poached eggs."
Yu Wanwan blinked her eyes, smiled slightly, and tried her best to suppress the urge to beat him up, and handed the chopsticks to Han Ye with a pleasant face and said, "You should try it first, the eggs I fried are delicious. .”
She talked to herself so softly, if he still refused, would it be a bit too ungentlemanly?
Han also thought about it, reached out to take the chopsticks handed over by Wanwan, and said with a calm expression, "In that case, I'll try to save face for you."
"Okay." Yu Wanwan narrowed her eyes with a smile, and looked at Han Ye happily.
However, at this moment, in her heart, she had already grabbed Han Ye's arm and swung him ten times over her shoulder.
Han also held two chopsticks, picked up the fried egg, brought it to his mouth and took a bite.
Huh?
It's really delicious.
The elastic and smooth egg white is mixed with the soft and glutinous egg yolk. When you bite down, a faint fragrance instantly fills the entire mouth.
In the past, his mother's fried eggs were the kind that were almost burnt on both sides. The yolk was old and hard, and he almost choked himself to death with one bite.
But Yu Wanwan made fried eggs, but they were white and tender, and the egg yolk was like quicksand in a custard bag, melting in the mouth.
After being slightly stunned for a moment, Han also quickly ate up the two fried eggs on the plate.
Yu Wanwan sat on the chair opposite him, watching him with a disgusted expression one second, and wolfing down two fried eggs the next second, for a moment, he forgot to close his opened mouth superior.
After Han Ye finished eating, he raised his head and looked at Yu Wanwan's shocked expression, a faint blush appeared involuntarily on his delicate and handsome cheeks.
He coughed lightly, looked at Yu Wanwan calmly and said, "The taste is not bad."
"En!" Yu Wanwan nodded dumbfounded.
"It's not particularly delicious." Han also put down his chopsticks, looked directly at Yu Wanwan, his thin lips moved slightly, and after a while, he finally couldn't help asking, "Is there any more?"
"Huh?" Yu Wanwan looked at him in confusion.
"I said... Is there any more? I'm not full." Han Ye looked at Yu Wanwan uncomfortably, and asked in a low voice.
"..."
"..."
After another moment of silence, Yu Wanwan couldn't help lowering her head, and burst out laughing with a "poof".
"Hey, what are you laughing at!?" On Han Ye's fair and delicate cheeks, the blush suddenly became more obvious, "I didn't ask you if you have any fried eggs because you made delicious fried eggs. I’m not full! I’m not full, you understand!?”