Chatper 100 (2/2)

Of course, it might also be the reason why He Qiaoyan would occasionally come to live here for a while.

Qin Yiyue went downstairs, followed the sound and walked to the kitchen door.

He Qiaoyan was busy in front of the stove with his back to her.

The slender, tight figure is wrapped in linen home clothes, and with wide-leg trousers, the whole person looks tall and elegant.

This kind of clothes is really very picky. If you want to change it to another person, you can immediately wear it to show the effect of the urban-rural fringe.

Qin Yiyue took out her phone while drooling.

Snapped several photos.

He Qiaoyan heard the shutter sound and turned around, "Are you awake?"

Qin Yiyue smiled and hopped up behind He Qiaoyan, "Lord, what are you doing for breakfast?"

"Noodle soup."

"Oh." Qin Yiyue saw the noodle press and various ingredients, "He Dong, you are really good."

To make noodle soup, you have to start with kneading and rolling the noodles, which is really a pursuit.

She has no such patience.

No wonder the outstanding chefs are all men, they are much more persistent in their pursuit of food than women.

The girls kept claiming that they were foodies, most of them just ate a lot, but they were not good at it.

People who really know how to eat and enjoy food will not go around saying that they are foodies or what they have eaten.

"Do something that you can't do for you when you have time." He Qiaoyan said with a smile, "Go wash your hands and peel the garlic for me."

"Okay." Qin Yiyue put down her phone, and hugged He Qiaoyan's waist vigorously before going to work.

He Qiaoyan really didn't know what to say to her little bouncing behavior, so he continued to be busy with the matter at hand.

**

The two worked hard for an hour before the strong and fragrant noodle soup was ready.

I don't know if it's because I'm in a good mood, or if the noodles are really delicious, Qin Yiyue unambiguously finished off the two big bowls, and took dozens of photos before laying down on the sofa with her belly in her arms, digesting food .

When cleaning up the dishes, he kicked the little girl who had no image at all, "Doctor Qin, please pay attention to your image in front of your man in the future, it will be difficult for me not to have an affair with you like this."

"What is the image, can it be eaten?" Qin Yiyue cast a sidelong glance at him, "Lord, save the bowl, I'll wash it later."

"To perform, wait until next time."

"Well. From now on, you cook, I'll be in charge of washing dishes, and Xiaobao will be in charge of eating. The division of labor is perfect."

He Qiaoyan laughed and carried the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen.

**

At noon, Qin Yiyue and He Qiao went back to the villa to pick up Xiaobao.

Xiaobao looked at the two, his nose was not his nose, his eyes were not his eyes, he was obviously very dissatisfied with these two unscrupulous father and mother who did not bring his light bulb when they were in love.

It wasn't until Qin Yiyue specially made him a cartoon cake that his little black face improved a lot.

Holding the small cake, he intentionally sat across from He Qiaoyan to eat it.

He Qiaoyan snorted and didn't bother to talk to him.

The two waited for Xiaobao to wake up from his lunch break before going to the agreed styling room for styling.

This styling studio often does styling for major stars. In addition to hairstyles, they are also responsible for clothes and makeup.

Qin Yiyue seldom wears makeup and only does basic skin care, but she understands how makeup can change a woman.

From the makeup she did when she got married last time, she knew it deeply.

But she is really handicapped and has no time to learn makeup.

After entering the modeling room, the concierge escorted the three of them into a VIP room.

The decoration inside is very modern, with a feeling beyond the times.