"You..." Qi Ye could not speak.

Then walk to the kitchen.

To be precise, Qi Ye will cook for two women tonight and for two sick women!

But his cooking is not so bad!

"You don't mean that the big ones are salt! But that's sugar!" While talking to Huang Fu I on the phone, Qi Ye frowned at the fried dishes in the pan.

Shameful laughter burst out from the receiver.

"What, can't hear - I can't hear -"

Mobile phone inches away from the corner of the ear, I laughed a little.

"Get out!" Qi Ye coincided with the phone and threw it aside.

Looking back at the...