Emperor View Garden.

in the kitchen.

The unparalleled handsome man was wearing an apron that didn't match his temperament.

The apron has a pink lace edge, a very delicate color, and it is a little weird to wear on a man.

The man lowered his head, his bones were clear, and his slender and beautiful hands were cutting the vegetables in his hands.He was very serious.

This is what Wen Qiao saw when he woke up and went downstairs.I saw a scene of a handsome man cooking.

Wen Qiao was wearing bear pajamas, her hair was messed up behind her, and she was yawning, and she was stunned when she saw this scene.The small mouth opened slightly, as if a little surprised.

"Qiao Qiao woke up, you wait a moment, the meal will be ready soon."

Leng Yixuan seemed to feel a gaze staring at her, and when he looked back, he saw her staring blankly, as if he had just woken up.

Leng Yixuan was in a good mood, and hooked the corners of his lips happily.

Leng Yixuan walked up to Wen Qiao, rubbed Wen Qiao's messy hair, and put a glass of honey water in front of her.

"Drink your saliva first. Moisturize your throat, huh?" Leng Yixuan said softly.

After Leng Yixuan finished speaking, he went back to the kitchen to cook.

Wen Qiao looked even more dazed.He didn't even feel Leng Yixuan rubbing her head.

Wen Qiao rubbed her eyes vigorously with her small hands.

She read it right, Leng Yixuan was making breakfast.Still wearing the little pink lace apron she used to wear when she was at home cooking.

Wen Qiao frowned.She put her hands on the table, leaned her head on her arms, took a sip of honey water, um.Sweet, take another sip.

Wen Qiao's eyes followed Leng Yixuan in the kitchen, and his eyes gradually became blurred.

When did Leng Yixuan learn to cook?How could she not know.

Since Wen Qiao was adopted by the Leng family and left the orphanage, she has lived here with Leng Yixuan.Because she was young at that time, Leng Yixuan had to go to school again.The old lady of the Leng family specially invited Aunt Zhang to come to the house to take care of them and cook for them.

Wen Qiao had never seen Leng Yixuan cook before, and she didn't know that Leng Yixuan could cook until Leng Yixuan came to find her the meal he cooked for her last time.

As for the apron, she bought it for Leng Yixuan's cooking.

Wen Qiao pursed her lips.She can't cook.However, when I was in school, I heard that the female classmate made a love bento for the boy she loved.What else, if you want to grab a man's heart, you have to grab a man's stomach.

After hearing this, she wanted to make some kind of love bento for Leng Yixuan. She had studied for a long time at that time, so she went to pester Aunt Zhang to teach her how to cook.

To give Leng Yixuan a surprise.She had been learning from Leng Yixuan for a long time.Weici also fried several pots and even burned his fingers.When making sweet and sour pork ribs, I accidentally soiled the sweater I knit for Leng Yixuan.There was even a mark on the sweater that couldn't be washed.

But Leng Yixuan was so busy those few days that he didn't even know that her finger was injured.

When Wen Qiao thought of that time, she felt so stupid, so stupid, wronged and stupid.

Leng Yixuan can cook now.When will it be.It must have been during the two years she was away.Since it was the two years since she left, it couldn't be for her.Who else can there be.It can only be Fang Ruhua.

Wen Qiao twitched the corners of her mouth in self-deprecating, Leng Yixuan would go and learn how to cook for Fang Ruhua.for you?He can only make you sad.To put it bluntly, Leng Yixuan had never loved her at all, and he wanted to lie to her.

Wen Qiao felt a throbbing pain in her heart, she didn't even want to eat breakfast, she got up, and was about to leave.

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