Chapter 210： Wear an apron

An Ruixin took a step back, coughing lightly, "Where is the only two of us? Isn't there still Sister Shan and the staff?"

How could Ji Chengze fail to think of this, and he didn’t care: “Just let them install a few cameras in the kitchen.”

An Ruixin: "..." Are you planning to leave the camera behind and drive people out?

An Ruixin took a deep breath, and still compromised: "Then go to the kitchen quickly, otherwise they might not be able to catch up with them coming back for dinner at noon."

Ji Chengze stared at An Ruixin's red ears, the corners of the lips were slightly loose.

In order to conceal the rising temperature on her face, An Ruixin rushed into the kitchen as fast as possible.

The utensils in the kitchen are fresh and clean, and the few cooks who were busy in the kitchen before have disappeared. Obviously, Ji Chengze had made arrangements.

It looks like, I am afraid that today I am not just going to make a soup.

An Ruixin was helpless and suddenly heard a sound of footsteps behind her. As soon as she turned her head, she saw Ji Chengze following him into the kitchen, and she couldn't help being taken aback.

"Why did you come in? The kitchen smells heavy, so get out." Ji Chengze's cleanliness addiction An Ruixin has always remembered, and naturally knows that a place like the kitchen is definitely an unbearable forbidden place for him, but now...

"I'll help."

"Can you help..." An Ruixin just wanted to say what you can help, but then she thought of Ji Chengze cooking for herself last time. When she came to her mouth, all the words turned into a sigh.

glanced into the kitchen, took a new apron hanging on the side, smiled slightly and said: "Then you can help me tie the apron."

Ji Chengze's eyes flickered, and after taking the apron, he stood in front of An Ruixin and helped her put it on little by little.

Pulled the bag on the apron and slowly went around An Ruixin’s waist, tied a bow behind An Ruixin, and asked in a low voice, "Will it be too tight?"

The breath of Ji Chengze's words just sprayed on the tip of An Ruixin's ears, itching, making her feel particularly shameful inexplicably.

"No...no, it can be a little tighter."

Ji Chengze tightened the **** his hand a bit after hearing this: "So?"

An Ruixin blushed so much that she could bleed, and she lowered her head and replied: "Well, it's okay."

On the other side, I finally woke up from the initial shock. Shan Muyu and all the staff who went to the Ji’s kitchen mightily saw this scene as soon as they walked to the door. I can’t wait to poke my eyes on the spot.

In the not-so-narrow kitchen, the two stood face to face, the man's hand wrapped around the waist of the person in front of him, as if he was holding the girl tightly in his arms.

Especially when the man lowered his head slightly, those fierce sword eyes seemed to contain a vast ocean at this moment, and the ocean was full of reflections of the face of the person in his arms, with the always cold side. The face was set off with a kind of gentleness.

And the person in his arms lowered his head slightly, his face was reddish, and he looked shy and sweet.

The staff and Shan Muyu: "..." Fuck, what rhythm is this?

An Ruixin quickly found the sight of everyone outside the door, and hurriedly broke free from Ji Chengze's embrace, and said with embarrassment: "Um, the apron is fastened, we can start cooking."

Apron? Oh, it turned out to be an apron!

No, who can tell them, why can they get so many pink bubbles just by wearing an apron? !