Male God Please Lie Down

Clean makes people feel like they are not a human being.

"Well, I will do whatever I want."

Guan Chenfeng is really a very good man of you, and his cooking skills are also very good.

but! ! Long Qingming didn't feel very comfortable at all.

On New Year's Eve, Guan Chenfeng stood in front of the French windows, watching the colorful fireworks outside.

He suddenly turned around and looked at Long Qingming behind him.

"I suddenly felt that our New Year's Eve was a bit deserted."

"How are you going to live!"

Long Qingming shrank into the sofa again, it was really too cold, Xio wanted her to go out.

"Shall we go out for a snowball fight!?"

A burst of light burst out of Guan Chenfeng's eyes.

"It's so cold, I won't go! And this is something only children do!"

Long Qingming stared at him inexplicably.

Is it really inexplicable? All of a sudden, he was going to talk about snowball fights.

"Then we have to do something to celebrate the New Year!?"

Guan Chenfeng walked to her and sat down.

"Let's make dumplings together, and then wait till eight o'clock, sit here and watch the Spring Festival Gala together, okay?"

Looking at his expression, Long Qingming seemed to have some regrets, suggesting now.

"OK!"

Guan Chenfeng nodded.

Long Qingming went to the kitchen, and Guan Chenfeng passed along with him.

I opened the refrigerator and took out some materials.

This was selected by Long Qingming in the supermarket yesterday.

She is going to make seafood dumplings, but she bought some large shrimps, which can be put inside to make them more delicious.

She has reconciled the dough, and the filling is ready.

She quickly wrapped one up and placed it on the table.

Guan Chenfeng took the dumplings she had made and took a look, and found that the bottom was chubby, and the folds on the top were the same as the lace of the skirt.

He smiled slightly, and took a piece of dough and wrapped it directly.

Looking at the dumplings made by Guan Chenfeng, Long Qingming's hand paused slightly. The dumplings made by his own chef were already perfect.

But he... the dumpling he made, he knew at a glance that he made it, and the wrinkles were really the same for each one, as if they had been measured in advance.

Long Qingming watched, and in his heart, he muttered silently... Virgo.

When the dumplings were ready, Long Qingming filled them up with glass plates, put them on the coffee table, and filled them with some condiments.

Guan Chenfeng cleaned the kitchen carefully, Long Qingming cut the fruit again, and put the drinks and snacks on the coffee table.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows on one side, there are beautiful and gorgeous fireworks.

Inside the TV in front of me is a lively Spring Festival Gala.

She sat down on the soft cushion and looked at Guan Chenfeng who was still busy in the kitchen. She felt inexplicably that there was a festive atmosphere with him on such a holiday.

Guan Chenfeng watched Long Qingming looking at her, slightly, revealing the neat and white teeth in his mouth.

"I'm coming soon!"

Guan Chenfeng finally took care of it and came to Long Qingming's front.

The two sat on the cushions. Long Qingming took chopsticks and ate a dumpling. The dough on the outside was very strong, and the filling inside was very delicious, especially the big shrimp.

"delicious!"

Guan Chenfeng also praised.

"thanks!"

A person who was so picky by Guan Chenfeng praised him. To be honest, Long Qingming was still a little proud.