Wen Ran secretly bought a fried dough stick with milk tea, and the man's face appeared in her mind.
I wish I could chew him and the dough sticks together and swallow them in my stomach.
Sometimes she would also feel that her fate was unfair. How could Lin Chen be so comfortable and just lie in the office and work on a drama when he was in the mood?
I read the name Lin Chen twice and gritted my teeth.
So much so that when I saw him leaning against the door in the next few days, I felt it was a mockery.
He asks her to come inside.
There was a sneer on her lips, "I don't have an appointment, so I don't dare to disturb you."
Frying, roasting, boiling and steaming, they really treat it as food.
Like a fish that is still alive in a pot, it is cruel to endure such suffering and torment alive.
Lin Chen put the lid on the pot and couldn't bear to look at it anymore.
The stove is timed, so he doesn't have to watch the fire.
When the steamed seabass was brought out, it was good. If you cook it a little more, the meat will become stale, and if you cook it a little less, it will be undercooked.
She couldn't help but think that Wen Ran couldn't cook fish even if her fried eggs were black and mushy.
Even if he puts himself in her pot...
Let her make something so ugly that she can't eat it, and she won't die in peace.
When the fish saw it, they would lament that their life was in vain, let alone him.
I'm afraid I have to worry about making food for her and watching the fire.
"Then... Can I disturb you?"
Concept: No two people are naturally compatible, just like no two leaves are alike.