Su Qingyu was startled, nodded, raised his eyes and slammed into his affectionate pupils.
Until late at night, Zhang Ma had already gone back, and only Su Qingyu and Li Tingchen were left in the whole villa, staring wide-eyed.
“Sleepy?”
Su Qingyu shook his head quickly, “I’m not sleepy or sleepy, I can’t sleep and watch TV for a while.”
She’s just awkward. Although the two have long been husband and wife, she still has the impression of Li Tingchen as a stranger. She wants her to get in close contact with him. Isn’t this as embarrassing as online dating?
Li Tingchen saw her nervousness in her eyes, and he was not in a hurry, “Okay, I’ll accompany you.”
Su Qingyu was top dressing the soap opera on the side, while Li Tingchen was quickly tapping the notebook keyboard on the side.
From time to time, Su Qingyu glanced at him. He was wearing glasses with golden borders, and the lamp above his head cast a faint yellow light on him, dyeing his cold outline with a shallow gentleness.
As if feeling his own sight, Li Tingchen raised his head.
Wearing black silk pajamas, his clothes have a good texture. The satin surface exudes soft light in the light, which contrasts with the frame frame on the bridge of his nose. His slender middle finger gently pushed the frame. He looked at her sideways, his voice trembling: “What’s the matter?””
It was clearly a random movement by a man, Su Qingyu inexplicably felt a little hot on his face, “No, it’s nothing.”
Li Tingchen had already put down the computer, “Are you thirsty or hungry?”You didn’t eat much at night, would you like some supper?”
She blinked at him with wide eyes, “Are you really good at cooking?””
What Zhang Ma said earlier was exaggerated, she felt that she was deliberately beautifying men.
Li Tingchen had already rolled up her sleeves and patted her lightly on the head, “Wait for me obediently.”
Then he stepped into the kitchen with slender legs, and soon there was a movement of pots and pans in the kitchen.
I thought that making a bowl of pasta for himself at most would be the pinnacle of his cooking skills, but seeing his busy figure in the kitchen is comparable to a five-star chef.
In the leaping fire was his upright posture weighing the pot. An hour later, Su Qingyu heard him remind in the kitchen: “You can wash your hands and prepare to eat.”
After Su Qingyu washed his hands, the man had already set the plate on the table.
Spicy crayfish, garlic scallops, salt and pepper shrimp.
Su Qingyu’s eyes widened, looking at the few dishes piled up with red oil, chili, pepper and garlic cloves. She thought that such an elegant noble son would cook her some Western food anyway.
Unexpectedly, it is the most common food stall at roadside stalls.
Li Tingchen casually pulled out a wet tissue and wiped his fingers, “Time is limited, so I cooked a few dishes and tasted them.”
Su Qingyu said inarticulately: “You, how come you cook this kind of dish?”