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Chapter 638 Young Master Yang Squeezes His Face



Chapter 638 Young Master Yang Squeezes His Face

Chapter 638 Young Master Yang Squeezes His Face

When the boy came out after cleaning up everything.

Yang Moyan was exactly as he said just now.

It was really the moment when the boy came out.

All the dishes and meals have been served on the table.

Not only that.

Some fruits and the final desserts were also placed.

"The time is just right, let's eat."

Yang Moyan was still wearing the blue apron.

The design of the apron couldn't be simpler.

It is mainly blue with small white spots, and there is a small cartoon pattern of a white rabbit pulling a radish in the center.

And young master Yang is really the kind of abstinence, very noble and indifferent.

That man with clear water chestnut angles and noble and handsome features, now he actually wears such a small apron and goes to the kitchen...

It's not that there's nothing wrong with it.

But unexpectedly there is no sense of disobedience?

Those long legs were too long. After arranging the fruit for dessert, he stood at the dining table and poured a glass of juice for the young man. He passed it with a hand with strong knuckles, and his voice was indifferent but pleasant, "The strawberries I squeezed .”

Lin Zhaoxia was a little distracted, when she heard Yang Moyan's words, her eyes just moved over without focus.

In the blurred vision, a half cup of something that was a cup of powder came into his hand.

Dazed for a moment, the young man finally came back to his senses, "Huh?" After a while, he recalled what Yang Moyan said just now, "Can you still do this? The color is so beautiful."

The young man's words made Yang Moyan's lips curl slightly again, "Try it."

Lin Zhaoxia put the cup to her lips, and took a half sip of it.

A sour, sweet taste instantly exploded on the taste buds.

"Hey, it's delicious."

In an instant, Lin Zhaoxia raised her eyes, and her beautiful eyes lit up a little.

"Like it?"

The boy at this moment is really too much like a kitten who got something good and is very satisfied.

The curvature of Yang Moyan's lips deepened.

"like."

The boy answered Yang Moyan's question just now.

"I'll make it for you every day when I'm free in the future."

"Wow, that's great."

The boy's eyes are brighter now.

After all, I am really a culinary idiot.

There is no need to prove anything more about this.

However, some techniques of instant noodles are young enough to explain again.

It's really the sophistication of the handicraft, only the out-of-print taste of Lin Zhaoxia's family!

Yang Moyan likes to look at the bright eyes of the young boy.

Coupled with the wiggly hair on the top of the head.

The boy at the moment really looks handsome, obedient and cute.

It's unbearable...

I just want to pinch the other person's face, rubbing that fluffy head.

Yang Moyan didn't just think about it.

Instead, he took action directly.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed the boy's fluffy head that he wanted to rub for a long time, and by the way pressed down the stupid hair that stood up in the middle.

Then the big hand went down, and the fingertips touched the boy's face, and he squeezed it unceremoniously.

Lin Zhaoxia held the cup in both hands and raised her eyes.

At the same time as being pinched, she opened her thin pale pink lips and said, 'Meow? ' with a sound.

at the same moment.

The stupid hair on the top of the head that had just been pressed down stood up again.

Not only that.

Some arrogantly stood there and swayed, as if provoking something.

Young boy Yang narrowed his eyes and ignored it.

The fingertips were covered with the delicacy of the boy's skin, and the fingertips that had not left the boy's cheek pinched again, with a very light tone, "Meow what, are you a cat Lin Zhaoxia?"

(End of this chapter)


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