Chapter 631: Qin Zhan's bad cooking skills

Everything is surprisingly similar to Song Ye. In the last life, she had a good memory. Later, she entered the other shore to receive training, and her skills improved rapidly.
Luo Yuqing specializes in machinery and inherited this talent to Qin Zhan. Today Qin Zhan's achievements are also extraordinary.
She has always felt that Qin Zhan is talented. Even if she has strange powers to increase her strength, she has always been on par with each other, and he has created a huge and mysterious scientific research institution at the age of only 28. This is definitely not a gene that Qin Wenrong can inherit from a bale.
Qin Zhan's ability came from his mother, Luo Yuqing, who was the first beauty and the first talented woman in Beijing at that time.
If Song Ye knew early that she was not the daughter of the Zhou family, I'm afraid she would also check the other party.
Because according to what she learned, the distinctive features of the descendants of the seven brothers who worshiped were outstanding appearance.
Capturing the Luo word jade card in his hand, Song Ye closed his eyes gently, and his mind was mixed.
She couldn't think of it anyway. Qin Zhan turned out to be a descendant of seven mysterious families. After meeting with himself, he fell in love with each other. Everything is like a huge vortex, pulling her to keep approaching that mysterious family. Arrangements have long been made.
When she returned to the apartment, Qin Zhan had already returned. The room was brightly lit, but she smelled a scorching smell when she walked in.
"Ahem, are you dismantling the kitchen?" The kitchen is fully open, so you can see the whole picture as soon as you get closer, of course, the smell will be more or less transparent. When Song Ye cooks normally, the room is full of fragrance and the picture is very pleasing to the eye, but today Qin Zhan is standing inside, just like the scene of the murder.
"I'm back, eat some bread when I'm hungry, wait for me." Qin Zhan rarely looked at her, and said as he stared at the pot in his hand, with a solemn expression, just like staring at the enemy.
Song Ye walked over and turned on the cooker hood for him, and saw that a fish in the pan was already in a state of half-defocused, and then swept the stove next to it, or the green pepper potatoes and shredded potatoes became mud, or they would become After the block, the trash can next to it did not know how many food bodies were buried.
The man's body close to the one-meter-nine Weigan body pestle is in front of the cooktop, and even the kitchen utensils are a bit small and delicate. The hand that usually holds the gun is very reliable. At this time, the knuckles are pale because the stare is too nervous. Zhang Leng's hard face was like a serious expression of the enemy, and he didn't know how long he had tossed, and the tip of his nose was carrying tiny beads of sweat.
Song Ye looked at it, and then stretched out his hand to hook-hold-yue his sister-in-law, raised his neck to avoid going up, and felt that the man was still distracted looking at the pot. She was slightly dissatisfied and used her teeth to bite He touched his lips and nudged it for a while, and then felt that the hornworm felt good, and bit a few more.
Men's lips are thin but unexpectedly elastic.
"Hmm ..." It seemed that she couldn't bear the continuous-harassment like this. The man finally turned off the fire suddenly and couldn't bear it. With both hands, he held the girl in her arms and strode to the sofa. .
Men can't stand the most tempting creatures, especially when this temptation comes from their beloved ones.
Song Ye smelled the fumes of his body and knew that he chose to stay in the living room because of his cleanliness.
The sunlight outside the window was still very bright. The floor-to-ceiling glass was covered by a single-sided mirror, blocking the outside sight. Song Ye looked up drowsyly and touched the wet sweat on the shoulders of the man. She sighed softly, stretched out her hand and hugged Living in front of men.
"What's wrong? You seem to be tired recently." Qin Zhan stroked her back with her fingertips, and gently eased the shock in the bosom-love too-full and fighting-Li's body. He was a little worried.
In fact, he has been getting more at home recently, and he also noticed that Song Ye seems to be getting more and more thirsty.
"Well ... it's a bit hot in summer." Song Ye moved.
"Oh, when we were on our honeymoon, we were looking for a cool place." Qin Zhan kissed her tip of the nose, and hugged people to the bathroom in a posture.
"You go out first." Song Ye drew his head to his Yue Hung mouth, looking pale-red.
"Wait a while." Qin Zhan smiled cheerfully, releasing the next signal.
As a result, there was another big fight in the bathroom, but Qin Zhan didn't have to be too hard this time. Afterwards, he helped Song Ye to take a bath and take out massage services. Finally, he comfortably put people into the bedroom.
By the time he came out of the shower himself, Song Ye had continued his unfinished lunch in the kitchen.
The room was quickly filled with a faint aroma, the sound of occasional collisions between pots and pans, and the sound of running water when washing dishes filled the empty and long-accustomed quiet apartment with a breath of life.
When Song Ye took the last plate of vegetables out of the mouth, Yue Yaoshou was embraced by a pair of big hands from behind, and the body with water vapor from behind-attached, Qin Zhan's hard muscles were like a iron clamp. She is stuck.
"It's not that I'm good at cooking." Qin Zhan's voice was still a little dull, and it seemed that two slaps-the battle was not enough to let him lose his temper.
"Oh, if you disassemble the kitchen, I will also be very distressed." Song Ye patted his hand with a smile and let him carry the vegetables. In fact, the matter of cooking was just a casual comment from Song Ye when the two were chatting last night. I did not expect Qin Zhan to really get ready the next day, and the situation was terrible. "This also proves that you are not all-around of."
"Well." Qin Zhan nodded honestly about this. "My mother's previous cooking skills were also bad. This is hereditary."
Qin Zhan did not eat anything made by his mother when he was a child. He once made a noise because of curiosity, and went to the hospital directly after eating. He still remembers it. Later, he inherited his mother's skill, and all kinds of ingenious gadgets were handy. Only the cooking skill was born without a muscle.
Speaking of Luo Yuqing, Song Ye flashed a hesitation on Qin Zhan's face, then turned around and looked at the living room. "Today I went to the Zhou family and took your mother's things back. There must be something in there. "
It was also recently that Song Ye learned that Qin Zhan ’s scientific research base is on an island. He will not return to the Qin family in the future. His ancestors only wanted to pass Luo Yuqing alone, so he wanted to build a clothing crown on the island.
Qin Zhan looked at the package on the table and sighed, then sighed contentedly, and whispered Song Ye, "Thank you."
This thank you is from the bottom of my heart for Song Ye's heartfelt gratitude, but also grateful for her presence in life.