Fang Chixia looked at him intently, her face flushed with anger.
"Go on, thank you for your hard work!" The hand holding her chin released, Luo Yibei turned his back, and then wiped his short hair casually.
His last words sounded very polite, but he didn't have any sense of self-consciousness when he ordered her.
Before Fang Chixia walked to the kitchen, he said again leisurely, "By the way, let's prepare a French dinner. We have already arrived in France. French food is the best match for a place like Southern France!"
He spoke carelessly, and Fang Chixia hated his casual tone.
However, eating is a matter for two people, not him alone.
She just thought it was easy.
Without arguing with him, she turned around and entered the kitchen.
Her French cooking skills have not improved since four years ago.
Fang Chixia's brain was very bright when she encountered various problems at work, and she was very responsive at other times. However, she never made much progress in her cooking skills.
First, she almost always lives alone, and it is troublesome to cook for one person, so she almost always eats out. But when she is working, she does not have time to go into the kitchen to study such trivial matters.
After taking a few steps into the small kitchen, she opened the refrigerator and stared at the contents. She took out a lot of ingredients and started preparing them.
Luo Yibei was buzzing outside with a hair dryer blowing his hair.
His hair was short, and he blew it dry in just a few blows. After that, it was quiet outside for a while, and then, there was a sound of footsteps in the room, and he seemed to be coming.
Fang Chixia ignored it and was still preparing her own with her back to the kitchen door.
Luo Yibei leaned against the door and stared at her casually. He acted as if he were in the restaurant, and even started ordering, "By the way, I like the dishes we ate at night earlier. My taste. You know!"
Yesha's dishes are notoriously high-end and are made by the world's top chefs. Whether it is the presentation or the dishes, they are all impeccable.
Fang Chixia was not very good at cooking to begin with, but the food she made was half as good as Ye Xi's, which was considered extraordinary.
"If you want to eat well, go to the restaurant." She said sarcastically without looking at him behind her.
"Isn't the restaurant far from here?" Luo Yibei countered indifferently.
"Why did you book such a hotel in the first place?" Fang Chixia was slightly dissatisfied with the hotel he chose this time.
"Didn't you book the hotel?" Luo Yibei raised his eyebrows lightly and reminded him calmly.
"You chose it!" Fang Chixia retorted.
"Oh!" Luo Yibei seemed to have just realized this problem. He sighed in a long tone and replied to her, "Didn't you take a look when you made the order?"
Fang Chixia choked and lost her voice.
When people book a hotel, who would check to see if there is a restaurant
Isn’t this a must-have for every hotel under normal circumstances
She was speechless at his words and angrily chopped the knife in her hand.
Her force was so strong that the cutting board was chopped with a loud bang.
Luo Yibei glanced at her faintly, his eyes twitching slightly.
Go wild!
"Get ready!" He walked toward her slowly, and poked her shoulder lightly with one of his fingers.
His movements were particularly lazy, and Fang Chixia was angry. Such an action would undoubtedly add fuel to the fire.
Fang Chixia's body seemed to tremble slightly.
Angry.