闪电算

Ye Xingguang returned home, only to bump into Ye Junqing stepping out of his luxurious and overbearing Rolls-Royce. Remembering the man’s admonition to avoid him whenever she saw him, Ye Xingguang quickened her steps and entered the house.

Just as Ye Junqing was about to call out to her, Ye Xingguang had already scampered up the stairs like a small rocket, fearing that if she was a step slower, Ye Junqing would blow up at her again. Ye Junqing:

What was this girl running away from him for?

Ye Xingguang retreated to her room and did not come out again. After taking a bath, drying her hair, moisturizing her body, and applying a facial mask, she turned off the light and covered herself with the quilt, hoping to have a sweet dream after falling asleep.

But at midnight, she was woken by hunger.

She stealthily sneaked into the kitchen, checked the fridge but found no noodles, dumplings or anything to fill her stomach. The fridge was full of high-grade ingredients. Even though she wasn’t a pampered heiress from an ultra-rich family, she had been spoiled by her adoptive parents and never learned to cook. Making instant noodles was the height of her culinary skills. What was she supposed to do now?

After some searching, Ye Xingguang thought frying a steak would be the easiest. She just needed to flip it a couple of times in a pan until it was done. So, she got one, rolled up her sleeves, and tried to tap into her hidden cooking potential.

She was full of confidence, clutching the steak and firing up the stove, but in the end, she managed to fill the kitchen with a burnt smell.

Feeling frustrated, Ye Xingguang discarded the first ruined steak, and started frying the second one. This time she learned her lesson and watched the steak carefully, unaware of the tall and lean shadow appearing at the kitchen doorway.

“What are you doing?” A low voice with a nasal tone sounded behind her, startling Ye Xingguang.

Looking back, Ye Junqing was leaning against the kitchen door, wearing a black bathrobe, loosely tied, revealing his sexy abs. Illuminated by the warm night light, he looked unbearably tempting to the eyes.

Ye Xingguang forced her eyes away and ignored Ye Junqing.

“Hungry? Should I have the servants make something for you?”

“The servants are in their quarters 500 meters away. Who’s going to get up this late to cook for me?”

They all knew she wasn’t the favored mistress of the house. Who would want to risk their job to cook for her at this late hour?

Seeing that the steak in the pan was properly fried, Ye Xingguang turned off the heat, sprinkled some black pepper on the steak, put it on a plate, and prepared to bypass the human obstacle at the kitchen door to enjoy her culinary masterpiece in the dining room.

Ye Junqing glanced at her creation and frowned: “Can that thing be eaten?” “Why can’t it be eaten? I’m excellent at cooking, extremely excellent! ”

Before Ye Xingguang had finished speaking, the man had taken the plate from her hands.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“I’m hungry too.”

After saying that, Ye Junqing took her fried steak to the dining room.

He knew very well how much talent she possessed in cooking. He would rather starve than risk poisoning himself.

“If you’re hungry, you should cook your own! Why did you have to steal mine?” Ye Xingguang chased him to the dining room, seriously displeased with this food theft.

Ye Junqing, with his intimidating aura, pulled out a chair in the dining room, sat down, glanced at her and said, “Isn’t everything in this household mine? I’m eating my own food, and you dare to object?”

Ye Xingguang: “!!!”

Ye Xingguang made a furious face, but Ye Junqing remained as cold and aloof as ever. Right in front of her, he sliced the steak she’d fried into thin pieces, and slowly savored each bite with his sexy, thin lips.

Ye Xingguang swallowed hard: “Is it good?”