After dressing well, I became popular with my culinary skills

Chapter 124

Chapter 124

    The first day of the new year.

    Su Yao was eaten and wiped clean, and she had to endure back pain to cook Yangchun noodles for the culprit.

    No way.

    Probably when God is pinching the villain, the skill points of blessing are all biased towards appearance and the clever head, and there are no other aspects to pick, but this craft

    ...

    Su Yao Qaba's mouth is full of taste, and her brows are wrinkled tightly.

    Unluckily, Song Yan was still clinging tightly beside him, and kept asking if he would be too tired, and he could just order a takeaway.

    "What can be done with Yangchun noodles?"

    Su Yao was so hungry that she rolled her eyes angrily and kicked him with her left foot.

    Very rude action.

    Definitely not a lady.

    But there is Xi Shi in the eyes of the lover. Song Yan likes it the more he looks at it. The more he looks at the behavior of his little girlfriend, the more happy he looks, and he even leans forward with a masochistic tendency, hugging Su Yao's waist vainly and sticking his head to her. The shoulders rubbed slightly.

    "Yaoyao, you're so nice, what should I do if I love you more and more?"

    "If you're not by my side in the future, I won't get used to it." The

    cat's head rubbed against the side of his neck, causing Su Yao's neck It's itchy, and it's also itchy in my heart, but I still try hard: "cough, if you're not used to it, try to get used to it. You won't be tired of

    it if you stay one piece every day." "No."

    Song Yan took a sip of the mint and toffee on Su Yao's body The mixed taste of the smelt, and he said in a jealous and jealous way: "I can't live without you right now, you are different, you can leave

    as soon as you say it, and there will be no nostalgia." "

    What is a rumor?"

    Not to be outdone, Song Yan gave an example: "Didn't you forbid me to follow you to London, otherwise I could help you out, don't say a bowl of Yangchun noodles, what kind of dishes I can't cook?

    " Never admit to being handicapped.

    Song Yan is the same.

    As soon as this fallacy came out, Su Yao couldn't help laughing bitterly, and finally turned into a soft sigh, and there was nothing she could do with the lazy cat behind her.

    The earlobes were hot as if they were on fire.

    At last.

    With only chopsticks, Su Yao picked up the boiled noodles in the pot and quickly ran through the water, poured them into a bowl, poured hot soup, and covered them with a poached egg.

    "Come here to end the noodles."

    "Okay." The

    sticky spirit let go, carrying the noodles to the table.

    Su Yao ran cold water all over, then patted her face to try to cool down. Looking back at Song Yan's back, she suddenly felt that something had changed.