Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 312 Brilliant Starlight: The National Male God is a Girl (18)

  Feng Luo looked at Dye Bai in a statue-like pose, and carefully looked at Dye Bai.

  "Host? Host?"

  Ranbai looked indifferent, her thin lips lightly opened, "Something?"

   Hearing Ranbai’s response, Feng Luo breathed a sigh of relief, “It’s nothing, it’s just... the host, you look so scary that you are expressionless.”

  Yan Bai blinked innocently, that is definitely your illusion.

   There was a mess of pain in her head, and Yan Bai stretched out her hand and rubbed her temples.

   Putting on his shoes, he looked at the room.

  Black and white tone, revealing an icy breath. The neatly arranged furnishings look very rigorous and meticulous.

  Qin Ci heard the movement in the room and knocked on the door.

"May I come in?"

   Dyeing white eyebrows frivolously, "Go in."

  Qin Ci gently opened the door and walked in, looking at the neatly dyed white, he said,

  "The toilet is on the left side of this room. I have prepared toiletries for you."

  The young man nodded slightly, the corners of his lips raised a slight arc, and politely thanked him: "Thank you, I see."

  In the bathroom, dyed white looks at the face reflected in the mirror.

  Perfect enchanting facial features, without a trace of flaws, like the darling of God.

  And the pair of crystal-clear eyes, like black crystals, flashed a trace of dark light.

  Perfect body, perfect facial features.

   Very suitable for making human specimens.

  It’s a pity...

  Dyeing thin white lips with a smile, shook his head slightly.

  Obviously, he is a master who relies on Yan for his food, but he relies on talent.

  There is a faint smile in those squiggly ink-and-wash eyes, but they are difficult to draw with thousands of pens and inks.

  Some people are born with a noble grace, far better than their stunning looks.

  Ranbai walked out of the bathroom, saw the dishes on the table, raised her eyebrows,

   "Emperor Qin, did you order a takeaway?"

  Qin Ci heard the words of Ranbai, his cold eyebrows moved slightly, and his expressionless face said, "I did it."

  Dyeing white: "..."

   "Emperor Qin used to cook? It doesn't look like it."

  Qin Ci looks like a noble son, and it is really inconsistent with someone who can cook by himself.

  Dyeing the white brain to make up for Qin Ci's appearance in the kitchen.

  The nobleman who can’t eat the fireworks is contaminated with the smoke?

  Qin Ci's slender and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and replied: "If you do it, you will do it."

  Yan Bai naturally sat on the chair, supporting his chin with one hand, and said enthusiastically: "Will the movie emperor Qin teach me?"

  Cooking, don’t know if it’s fun or not.

  Qin Ci raised his eyes slightly, what caught the young man's delicate face and dazzling eyes.

  He doesn't like contact with people, and he doesn't like contact with someone who can interfere with his thoughts.

  However, when the thin lips and teeth linger, it turns into "good" in a ghostly manner.

  So,

  Things became like this.

  In the spotless kitchen,

  Qin Ci put the fragrant **** in front of Ranbai, raised his eyes slightly, his voice was clear and beautiful.

  "Do you know how to make sweet and sour pork ribs?"

  Yan Bai looked at the ingredients placed in front of him, nodded,

"Can."

  The slender and delicate hand held the kitchen knife, and slowly began to cut.

  One **** slice, the same thickness, neat and tidy.

  Qin Ci raised his eyebrows slightly, "The first time?"

   Dye Bai responded, indeed for the first time. "Yes."

  Qin Ci looked at the fallen **** slices, his voice was as deep as a cello playing.

"You did very well."

  The first time I did it, it can be done like this, which is really good.

  However, soon, Qin Ci will silently withdraw his approval.

  Yan Bai gave a chuckle, watching her slender jade-like hand slowly cut the slices of ginger, her pale pink cherry lips evoked a crescent-shaped arc.

  Her hands were made from human body specimens.

  Cutting vegetables and cutting corpses are not the same.

  A person who has a strong psychological quality to hold a scalpel forever calmly and indifferently, how can the knife skills be bad?

  (End of this chapter)