I am willing to cook for the man I love

Shi qinglan ended the call with Shi qingxuan.

Bo Yucheng continued to hold the girl tightly in his arms, occasionally rubbing her face affectionately. He asked in a low, hoarse voice, " do you really not need to hire a nutritionist? "

"No need." Shi qinglan's fair cheeks puffed up slightly.

She turned around and put her arms around the man's neck. When she looked up, her eyes were filled with stars, and a sly smile flashed in her eyes. ah Cheng, how about I cook tonight? "

Bo Zhicheng's brows furrowed slightly.

He recalled the few dishes that the girl had sent him the last time. The delicacies of the city-toppling beauties instantly roused his appetite.

However, no matter how much he liked the girl's cooking, he couldn't bear to let her get some oil and smoke in the kitchen, so he gently held the girl's hand. how could I bear to let you cook personally? "