Chapter 475: I have no confidence in me

She took a sip, although the taste is not as delicious as Wu Ma's, but it can still be imported. I wonder if he will like it?
Seeing her silently, Wu Ma knew what she was thinking, and said, "The young master Mrs. Young will like."
The sound of the car came from the yard. She washed the oil stains on her hands and wiped it on the apron. It was too late to take off her apron and quickly walked out of the kitchen.
The man had just walked to the entrance, heard the sound of slippers, and looked towards the kitchen.
She came out of the kitchen with a smile, a plain home suit, a floral apron tied around her waist, her dark hair tied into a ponytail, and two strands of curly hair along the sideburns.
She looked at him with a smile, as if looking into his black eyes, the stars were bright, and the smile was gentle: "You are back."
Ji Jinchuan's eyes were gentle and his corner of the mouth bent: "Come back after get off work and dare not delay on the road."
He couldn't understand the tone of his laughter, his cheeks were slightly hot, and he gave him a glaring glare, his eyes flirting and charming, more dazzling than the star that fell into Qinghu.
He handed the coat held between his arms to Aunt Sun. Aunt Sun was about to step forward. Shen Youran trot forward to grab it, shake his coat away, and hang it on the floor hanger.
Ji Jinchuan watched her softly as she hung up her clothes, walked around her waist, and said in a low voice, "What did you do?"
"It's all you love to eat, but for the first time today, Ms. Wu told me next to it. If it doesn't taste good, you shouldn't let it go."
The last sentence was obviously threatening, but her voice was gentle and quiet, without half of the power, it was more like coquetry.
Ji Jinchuan raised his lips silently: "I try my best."
Hearing the reluctance in his tone, even the joy of not seeing him for a day was over.
She lowered her head and muttered: "You haven't tasted it yet, so you have no confidence in me."
He paused at his feet, holding her shoulders and letting her face herself.
She lowered her eyelashes without looking at him. The dark eyelashes covering her eyes curled up like butterfly wings, and gently swept across her eyelids.
He leaned over to her ear and breathed out in her ear: "You must have made a lot of dishes, and eating too much will be uncomfortable, so I can only try to finish."
His cool lips rubbed her white and round earlobes, and the warm breath spit out around her ears, seeping into her skin little by little.
Suddenly intimate in front of the servant, she was not used to it and gave him a glance in the direction of Aunt Sun.
However, Ji Jinchuan didn't seem to see it and kissed her profile.
Her face was suddenly red, like a red and bright pomegranate flower, charming and gorgeous.
She glared at him: "Who knows if you mean that." After that, she fled into the kitchen.
Seeing her back in embarrassment and running away, Ji Jinchuan raised his lips and chuckled. The feeling of chest concussion was so obvious that it was so obvious that he did not want to ignore it, nor could he ignore it.
He tore his tie and walked into the bathroom while unbuttoning his cuffs. When he finished washing his hands, Shen Youran was putting dishes on the dining table. Aunt Wu and Li came out of the kitchen with dishes.
He went into the restaurant, pulled away the chairs and sat down, and swept the table: "It looks pretty good, it looks similar to what Wu Ma did."
After hearing his praise, Shen Youran's heart blossomed with joy, and he was afraid that he would dislike the bad taste later, so he didn't dare to show it too clearly, and put chopsticks in his hands: "How do you taste the taste."