The Young Master’s Bride

"Well, I always remember that you ate dumplings stuffed with leek that day at noon!"

Ye Qingge knew about Li Beichen's poisonous tongue when he said Feng Yan didn't wear underwear when he ate dumplings last time.

Sure enough, when Feng Yan heard Li Beichen's words, he suddenly got up from the bed.

Looking at Li Beichen slyly, angry and annoyed.

Flame and Frost had already entered together in a tacit understanding, lest the two masters would start their hands again.

Originally, the standard room was not big, so many people came in at once, and the air felt thin.

Ye Qingge feels that if a man becomes naive, it is really a headache.

"Have you eaten?" Ye Qingge raised his head and asked Xiang Li Beichen, his tone a little blunt, but he couldn't hide his concern for him.

"Not yet, I just rushed over when I woke up!" Li Beichen's deep eyes were filled with deep tenderness.

"Flame, go ask if the kitchen here can be used, I will make you something to eat, but Feng Yan didn't eat either!"

When Ye Qingge said the words in front, Li Beichen raised his mouth, showing a satisfactory arc.

The latter words made him immediately sink.

Feng Yan was in a good mood again and sat on the bed, "I want to eat fish!"

All the hostility just now disappeared.

Flame went to ask for a suite where he could cook, and Hanbing ordered the kitchen to prepare the ingredients that Ye Qingge wanted.

Several people changed rooms, Huo and Hanbing were helping in the kitchen, while Li Beichen lay on the bed and took a nap.

Feng Yan was lying on the sofa and playing with mobile phones, and the two of them were relatively peaceful.

Ye Qingge sat down with the food, instead of asking Li Beichen to have a meal, he asked Flame to do it.

Ye Qingge felt that she needed to face Li Beichen alone when no one else was around, and she had to talk to him about some things.

Several people sat at the dinner table, Li Beichen's face was as deep as the night before the storm.

Look at the bowl of white porridge and a stack of side dishes, then look at the steamed fish in front of Feng Yan, the sweet and sour short ribs...

Li Beichen narrowed his eyes to look at Ye Qingge, "You will give you this man to eat this?"

"You have a cold, you must eat light food! This is seafood porridge, you can try it."

Ye Qingge took a spoonful and sent it to Li Beichen's mouth, giving him plenty of face.

Ye Qingge believes that in front of outsiders, it is to give men face. If they have any problems, they should close the door and solve them by themselves.

Huo Hanbing sullied his head to eat, and ate the dumplings made by Ye Qingge last time. The two of them also sent a message at night saying they were delicious.

This time I ate Ye Qingge's dishes again, and I couldn't stop.

Li Beichen took a bite of porridge, which tasted good.

"The taste is okay? Eat it! Take the medicine and sleep afterwards!"

Although I feel uncomfortable with what happened last night, I can't hide my concern.

"Little Ye Zi, your fish is so delicious!"

Feng Yan ate a piece of fish, which was very tender and delicious.

In fact, what Ye Qingge made was the most common steamed sea bass, but it became delicious in his mouth.

"Eating can't stop your mouth!"

Li Beichen narrowed his eyes to look at Feng Yan, Ling Li's eyes as sharp as a knife.

"Hurry up and drink the porridge, it will not taste good when it is cold. Ye Qingge tugged Li Beichen's arm.

"Feng Yan, eat more if you like!"

After listening to Feng Yan talking about meowing, Ye Qingge knew that he likes to eat fish because of meowing.

Because a person likes one thing, for so many years, does he think of meow every time he eats fish?