Bai Hao looked embarrassed.

Mr. An, you have already made exceptions and endured so many times, why can't you help it now? Since everyone has said thank you, why don't you just accept it and be done with it? You must refute.

Bai Hao felt that An Huaijue was probably hopeless.

Because of this little episode, Lan Weiwan regained some energy. Although she was a little embarrassed, she still had a lot of fun. Returning to her residence slowly, Lan Weiwan lay down directly on the bed.

She hasn't had dinner yet, but she is looking forward to what the kitchen will cook for them today.

An Huaijue entered the room and threw down his suit. He looked up at her wearing the white shirt underneath and asked softly: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

"There are no special requirements. Just let them do whatever they want." Lan Weiwan closed her eyes and lay on the bed enjoying the leisurely moment.

The light in An Huaijue's eyes flickered slightly: "I will cook tonight."

"You cook yourself?" Lan Weiwan suddenly sat up from the bed and looked at him with some surprise, "Can you cook? Why haven't I heard you say that before?"

"I know a little bit. I learned it a long time ago, but I haven't done it myself for a long time." An Huaijue had rolled up his sleeves, organized himself meticulously, and was ready to rush to the kitchen.

This wave of operations really made Lan Weiwan a little confused.

Since I haven't done it for a long time, why do I suddenly want to cook now? And isn't there a servant? An Huaijue doesn't have to do it himself... He has already worked so hard during the day and now he still has to cook?

"Well, actually you don't have to come in person, why don't you let the people in the kitchen do it?" Lan Weiwan asked.

An Huaijue stopped moving his hands, stared at her for a long time, and then slowly said, "Isn't it okay if I want to do it?"

"...But it's okay." Lan Weiwan did not continue to ask, turned around and continued to lie down, with mixed feelings in his heart.

An Huaijue had already gone out, and Lan Weiwan was the only one left in the huge bedroom. Lying on the bed, she seemed a little uneasy.

An Huaijue seemed to be too kind to her, and it was outrageous to suddenly want to cook for herself. Should she deliberately keep a distance from An Huaijue recently?

But thinking of An Huaijue's tough stance during the day, Lan Weiwan felt that this didn't seem to work.

Sighing, she closed her eyes.

Not long after, An Huaijue cooked the meal and came to the room to call Lan Weiwan. Lan Weiwan, who was in the room, could already smell the fragrance coming from the kitchen. It made her heart intoxicated.

No matter how good An Huaijue's cooking skills were, Lan Weiwan was impressed by the aroma alone.

Okay, I didn’t expect that the CEO of the An family could actually cook? And it seems that he can do quite well.

He got up and followed An Huaijue to the restaurant. Looking at the exquisite dishes on the table, Lan Weiwan was even more shocked: "Are you sure you made this? Why does it look similar to what a professional chef makes?"

"I got a chef's certificate before." An Huaijue threw aside the apron he forgot to take off just now, and said this calmly without blinking.

Lan Weiwan was unable to complain.

Doesn't he mean that he is a professional chef? How many hidden identities does this man have?

Lan Weiwan started to be amazed.

But I feel sorry for it.

If An Huaijue was not from the An family, the two of them might have met differently in other places. There is a high probability that Lan Weiwan would still fall in love with him.

While eating, Lan Weiwan fantasized in his mind.

An Huaijue was also eating seriously. He glanced at Lan Weiwan a few times and finally felt relieved when he saw her expression of enjoyment and took two bites.

As soon as I entered the mouth, I frowned: "It tastes bad."

Lan Weiwan hissed.

Tasting the food in his mouth carefully, does this food taste good? Is this considered unpalatable? How picky is his mouth?

"It's already very good. This is a dish you cooked yourself, and you say it tastes terrible?" Lan Weiwan shook his head, unable to understand An Huaijue's brain circuit.

An Huaijue just pursed his lips.

Does she think it tastes good? Since it tastes good...then it tastes good.

An Huaijue accepted this setting and took a second bite. He still felt a little disgusted.

His cooking skills have indeed deteriorated, and they no longer have the same taste as before, and his control in many aspects is not as good as before, but...

An Huaijue looked at Lan Weiwan and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Since she likes it, that's all.

Lan Weiwan inadvertently raised her head and saw An Huaijue looking at her and smiling. Although the tightness only lasted for a moment, Lan Weiwan was slightly startled and quickly turned her head away, pretending not to notice.

Because the food was so delicious, she was immersed in it. But she had forgotten one of the most fundamental things - she had agreed to distance herself from An Huaijue and not continue to have an affair with him. But now, why does she seem to be...

Her heart was pounding, and Lan Weiwan couldn't believe her eyes.

An Huaijue actually smiled at her? Even if he could only see the mouth under the mask, Lan Weiwan could feel his heartbeat at that moment.

After taking a deep breath and finally getting rid of this thought in his heart, An Huaijue spoke again: "If you think it tastes good, I can take time to cook it for you every day from now on."

?

What is this operation?

Lan Weiwan finally couldn't sit still anymore and looked at An Huaijue seriously: "An Huaijue, what happened to you these two days? Why are you so nice to me? There is no need for you to be like this. Aren't you very busy?"

An Huaijue was silent for a while.

Is she refusing?

Rejecting again?

"Do I need any other reason to be good to you?" An Huaijue's eyelids drooped slightly. This sentence was so reasonable. For a moment, Lan Weiwan even felt that she shouldn't ask this natural question.

After a brief daze, she regained her senses and coughed lightly: "I don't need any reason, but I really don't need it."

"It doesn't matter whether you need it or not. Now as my wife, you must accept all this." An Huaijue began to say this established truth again, saying this while picking up the things in the bowl.

Lan Weiwan wanted to say something more, but didn't dare to say it.

Maybe if you ask, you really can't escape.

She put down her chopsticks and stood up: "I'm full, so I'll go back first."

He turned around and left the scene as if running away, returned to his room, locked himself up and stayed quiet for a while.

An Huaijue's eyes dimmed and he called the servants to clean up the kitchen. His eyes slowly moved to Bai Hao who was watching on the sidelines: "Bai Hao, what do you think Lan Weiwan is thinking? Why has she been avoiding me?"

Bai Hao was silent, and after a long time he thought about his words: "I think my wife is not used to it yet."

An Huaijue narrowed his eyes.
Chapter completed!