set, Wen Ping Sheng couldn't help but ask, "By the way, we are really going to let Herli Gerke design our wedding dresses""If you like," he said."I like it," she nodded in agreement.Since you've alrea...Yi Sheng saw her come out and asked, "What's wrong"

I reached out and grasped her wrist, wanting to see if she was feeling unwell.

Wen Pingsheng immediately retracted his hand. His eyes were red because he had vomited violently just now.

"It's fine." She sniffed, her voice a little hoarse, laced with a hint of grievance.

"If you're fine, then why did you suddenly vomit while eating" Yisheng didn't believe her, he grabbed her hand again and felt her pulse.

"There's a cockroach in the dish."

Wen Ping Sheng said, and couldn't help but cry from disgust.

Today's takeout she ordered was boiled fish. The chef used a bunch of dried chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns, but halfway through eating, she discovered a cockroach disguised as a dried chili pepper...

So, she got sick right there and then.

"…" After hearing her words, Yisheng's face immediately darkened.

After taking her pulse and confirming that she was in good health, he wiped away her tears while saying, "Will you still be ordering takeout in the future"

"I just got back, and there's nothing to eat at home. Don't you want me to starve if I don't order takeout" Wen Pingsheng waved his hand in grievance.

Thinking about that takeout, the feeling of nausea came back again.

"Are you still hungry now" Yisheng asked.

“I threw up everything. What about you Don’t you want to live here I won’t charge you rent, but you have to cook for me from now on.” Wen Pingsheng slumped onto the sofa in the living room and buried his face in the pillow, sobbing, “Go make me dinner right now, go right now! If you don’t cook, don’t even think about staying here.”

When she throws a tantrum, it's like dealing with a child.

Yisheng didn't say anything. He picked up the key from the coffee table and said, "Don't throw away that takeout, I'll deal with it when I get back."

Then he left.

This residential complex has a large number of residents, and within the complex there is a medium-sized supermarket.

Yisheng quickly bought oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and other condiments. He also bought some vegetables, eggs, beef, and rice.

It took about 20 minutes.

Back in Wen Ping Sheng's house, I found the little girl fast asleep on the sofa. Her eyes and nose were still red, her eyelashes wet, and a single glistening tear hung from the corner of her eye, trembling precariously.

Such a pitiful appearance, it makes people want to cherish and protect him.

Yi Sheng did not wake her, carrying things toward the kitchen.

It took 45 minutes to cook two dishes and one soup. The tomato beef stew was rich, flavorful, and had a sweet and sour taste. The garlic spinach was green and refreshing. Finally, there was a bowl of bean sprout egg flower soup that filled almost half the bowl.

He cooked the meal before going to the living room to wake up Wen Ping Sheng.

Wen Ping Sheng was sleeping soundly, dreaming of a big feast, when he was woken up. He frowned in annoyance, turned his face away, and tried to go back to sleep.

"Wen Ping Sheng! Wake up for dinner." Yi Sheng poked her waist with his finger.

Wen Pingsheng was suddenly woken up by an itch on his waist. He couldn't help but laugh out loud, but his eyebrows were furrowed.

After laughing, she gasped for breath and chided him lightly, "Meow Meow, stop making a fuss."

Slowly opening his eyes, he was met with the face of a man who was noble and aloof. Wen Ping Sheng suddenly sat up, grabbing a pillow and clutching it tightly to his chest.

"You, you, you how..."

"Dinner's ready, come eat." Yisheng said in a light tone.

"Uh Hmm"

Wen Pingsheng was stunned for a few seconds before remembering the unpleasant event that had happened before he fell asleep.

She didn't have time to think too much before being drawn in by the enticing aroma of food wafting from the restaurant.

Just as I was starving, Wen Ping Sheng quickly jumped off the sofa and hurried towards the dining room.

Yisheng sat on the sofa in the living room, picked up his phone from the coffee table, and ordered, "Go brush your teeth and wash your face first."

"I... I can just take a look first, then brush my teeth and wash my face, right" Wén Píngshēng insisted with his mouth, but his feet seemed rooted to the spot.

It is now almost 2 p.m.

She had a bowl of bone porridge and two crab roe buns at her grandmother's place this morning, then went to the bathroom twice and disappeared.

I'm starving.

Brush and wash your face as quickly as possible, then go back to the restaurant.

"Mr. An, you cook really well." Wen Ping Sheng ate a piece of tender, juicy beef that had absorbed the full flavor of the soup, then turned his head and praised An Yi Sheng, who was sprawled on the couch like a loyal dog.

She thought this man's hands were meant for scalpels, not a kitchen knife. Who knew he was such a talented chef!

Thinking of the word ‘scalpel’, Wen Pingsheng's hand trembled as he picked up his dish, hurriedly withdrawing his gaze and burying himself in his meal, saying nothing.

After eating two bowls of rice, I finished all the dishes and even used the remaining tomato beef stew broth to mix with the rice.

After the meal, I leaned back in my chair, touching my slightly protruding belly, and let out a satisfied burp.

Just as she sighed with contentment, realizing it had been ages since she'd eaten so much, Yisheng approached with steady and calm steps, taking her wrist in his hand.

"What are you doing" she glanced at him, then looked down at her wrist.

Is this...a fitness tracker

"You ate a bit too much for lunch. Go for a 45-minute walk outside, at least 2.5 kilometers, to aid digestion." Yisheng said expressionlessly.

"" This man is a devil, isn't he

"I'm sleepy, I want to take a nap," she said, and deliberately covered her mouth with a yawn.

Yisheng seemed to not hear her, and continued talking to himself, “Before you go for a walk, remember to brush your teeth. Your teeth have bean sprout leaves on them.”

“.....!!!” Wen Ping Sheng covered his mouth and instantly blushed with embarrassment.

Can't she be reminded in a less tactless way Maybe tell her to check her appearance in the mirror before going out.

Damn it!

She finally knew why this man looked so handsome, but why he was still single in his thirties!

To speak so honestly, not being beaten to death is already considered good.

Looking for a girlfriend Not a chance!

Be a bachelor for the rest of your life.

Having learned from past experiences, Yi Sheng let her go for a walk to aid digestion. She absolutely dared not go back to the room for an afternoon nap directly.

The weather was still quite cold in early February.

Wen Ping Sheng brushed his teeth, washed his face again, and carefully checked his appearance and attire before heading out in a warm down jacket.

Before leaving, she cast one last glance at Yi Sheng who was lounging lazily on the sofa. She pursed her lips.

I just got back to Beis City, and there aren't many snacks at home.

Wen Ping Sheng walked to the large supermarket outside his building, where there were many kinds of snacks.

When I was checking out, I realized I didn't have my wallet or my phone.

The scene became quite awkward for a moment.

Fortunately, not many people were shopping at the supermarket at that time. Wen Ping Sheng was too lazy to run back home again, and for some reason, he remembered Yi Sheng's phone number. He borrowed a phone from the cashier and called Yi Sheng.

Ten minutes later.

Yisheng appeared calmly, checking the things she had bought.

Then she picked out almost half the snacks, indicating that she couldn't eat them.

Wen Ping Sheng gritted his teeth and glared at him resentfully.

Damn it! Devil! Definitely a devil!

"How" Yisheng raised his eyes, looking at her with a cold gaze.shēng answered and said:" 。As his fiance, Wen Ping Sheng's words were once again a reminder to Ji Jin. 。He doesn't mind Wen Ping Sheng having one more brother, as long as Ji Jin doesn't go too far. 。...