Chapter 1207 Matcha-Flavored Moon

"Why didn't you say you wanted to eat the moon?" Jing Yu said fiercely.

This woman really knows how to push her nose into the eyes!

Qin Yishen thought seriously for a moment and nodded solemnly: "Okay, if there is one, that's fine. Is there any matcha flavor?"

"..."

Depend on!

Come on, come on! ! !

Jingyu gritted his teeth fiercely, slammed the door and walked out.

What on earth is he going to do?

Why do you feel like you are here to torture me?

This woman doesn't look like someone who would suffer setbacks.

She only wants to frustrate others!

Jingyu kicked the door hard with a bang.

The door is broken.

Qin Yishen was sitting on the carpet, laughing uncontrollably. When he turned around, the door was closed.

Jingyu also stood at the door in shock.

Eyes facing each other.

Jingyu raised his hand, looked around and saw Qin Yishen staring at him in a daze. Again, he said fiercely: "What are you looking at? At worst, I will pay you a door!"

After saying that, he walked away proudly.

Qin Yishen lowered his head and laughed.

Jingyu, you idiot!

…

Qin Yishen dealt with some things in the bedroom. When he went out, a fragrance was already wafting in the living room.

Qin Yi took a deep breath and ran to the kitchen. Sure enough, he saw Jing Yu cooking, although he had not prepared any of the things she mentioned.

Qin Yi took a deep look.

Jing Yu dismissed her with disgust; "You know how?"

"Nope."

Qin Yishen answered innocently.

If she knew how, would she still eat takeout every day?

Jing Yu’s eyes became even more disgusted.

As a woman, I don’t know how to cook.

Are her hands hands?

It's almost like a claw.

No, the claws are much more flexible than hers.

Qin Yishen was disgusted by the look in his eyes, and he stretched out his ten green fingers confidently: "My hands are used to point out the country. It's too fussy to use them to cook."

Jing Yu responded to the situation and laughed: "It's rare, who wouldn't be?"

Are his hands used for playing with mud?

Qin Yishen smiled slightly, opened the refrigerator and took out a box of yogurt: "Fried yogurt, this is delicious."

Eat your sister!

Jing Yu looked at Qin Yishen speechlessly, this woman...

…

A very quiet meal.

Qin Yishen has no special hobbies, except that he is a foodie.

Moreover, she especially liked the meals made by Jing Yu.

Every time, I can eat a lot.

After dinner, Qin Yishen offered to wash the dishes.

Jingyu didn’t object.

Sitting on the sofa, listening to the crackling sounds coming from inside, my hand shaking while flipping through the news, finally, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I stood up and walked to the kitchen.

He dragged Qin Yishen out and started washing the dishes.

Qin Yishen probably felt embarrassed, so he picked up the broom and started sweeping away the debris.

Jing Yu snatched it and forcefully invited her out.

Qin Yishen is a black hole in housework!

…

Qin Yishen held fried yogurt, sat on the sofa, and watched the bubble drama on TV.

Watch and complain at the same time.

"This screenwriter must be mentally retarded."

"How did you write such an evil line?"

"It's a little too dry."

"One misunderstanding, can we still shoot seventy or eighty episodes?"

"As far as the looks of the male and female protagonists are concerned, the whole drama is passable."

Jingyu: "..."

Just look at it and it will look good.

Do you have to complain like this?

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

Qin Yishen suddenly spoke.

Jingyu almost kicked him.

Is this still human language?