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Using the excuse of protecting the flowers, Ye Qingcheng struggled out of his arms, turned around and was about to enter the house.

"Miss." Seeing the master's dark face, Ma Zai stepped forward to block Ye Qingcheng's way.

"I'm hungry, I want to eat!" Ye Qingcheng was annoyed, and it was also an indescribable anger. She hated others stopping her the most.

"Like this wild flower very much?" Dongfang Shijin took a step forward, walked in front of her, lowered his head, stared at her with deep black eyes, and his face was a little gloomy.

"I like the flowers I picked with my own hands," Ye Qingcheng said impatiently, "Get out of the way, don't block my way."

"Miss, our young master doesn't like these nameless flowers."

Not to mention carrying them into the house, the flower bouquets used for decoration in this villa are all specially arranged.

The color matching and the effects of various flowers are all specially matched.

I don't know the name of this wild flower, and the color matching is really unsightly. The most important thing is that if the young master feels uncomfortable and allergic, it will be a big deal.

"It's okay," Dongfang Shijin stared at her, seeing her stubborn and loathing him, suddenly found it interesting, "Go in and find a vase to put it in."

No one can use this kind of look at Dongfang Shijin, or say disrespect in language.

And this woman did this many times, and even touched him a few times.

Rough and stubborn, like elusive prey.

It is easier to provoke a man's desire to conquer.

Ye Qingcheng returned to the house, and the servant took the wild flowers in her hand, found a vase and carefully inserted them.

She walked to the dining table, which was empty except for the silver candlestick.

Ye Qingcheng has never seen a chef here.

But all of a sudden, the maid came to the table with plates covered with silver covers, one after the other, until most of the table was covered.

Ye Qingcheng couldn't help wondering, where did these meals come from.

"Our young master has a special chef," Ma Tsai said, "every dish must pass strict inspection before it can be served on the table."

"..."

"But this villa has not been lived in before, so there is no time to equip a chef."

Dongfang Shijin is quite picky about his taste, and he has extremely high requirements on the quality of the food, and for his safety, the food must also be strictly inspected.

There is even a chef specially equipped for him, responsible for his three meals a day.

Ye Qingcheng pouted, expressing disdain.

The life of the rich is different, even the food is afraid of being poisoned, and the life is tiring enough.

"If you are worried about my food safety, I don't mind you cooking."

As if seeing through what was going on in her mind, Dongfang Shijin pulled out the chair and sat down on the chief seat next to her.

"Sorry, I've never cooked before." Ye Qingcheng coldly refused.

"Oh?" Dongfang Shijin raised his lips with interest, "A woman can't cook?"

A well-born lady from a famous family can't cook?

The celebrities he has come into contact with are basically proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and superb cooking skills are naturally not a problem.

And even an ordinary woman can cook basic home cooking.

This is the first time I see a woman who can't cook.

"I've never cooked, and I've never cooked before." It's not that Ye Qingcheng said that on purpose, but it's true.

【Depth of field, what are you doing? 】Ye Qingcheng ran into the kitchen and looked at Lu Jingshen who was wearing a floral apron around his waist.

His majestic young master, would condescend to enter the kitchen?