A heartthrob? Here you go!

After putting the tray away, he took off his gloves, put his hands on the bread with a graceful and slender gesture, broke off a piece, and said in a soft and confused voice:

"I've tried many times, but I can't make it taste like yours. Yu Yu, how do you do it?"

Yu Ge told Liu Yu his recipe one by one, and Liu Yu suddenly realized: "It turns out that you need to dissolve it in warm water and stir it, not hot water."

A gentle and seductive laugh came: "Thank you, Yu Yu."

After not seeing each other for a long time, Liu Yu looked at the person on the other side of the screen greedily, and her eyes licked her eyebrows, eyes, ears and nose: "But I am a little greedy,"

He was so greedy that he wanted to swallow the person in front of him into his stomach in one gulp, so he used his whole body to wrap him up and hold him tightly so that no one could see.

Even though it was just a projection through the communicator, he was reluctant to let the two people behind him see it.

“I want to make bread that is both beautiful and delicious,”

He lowered his voice, and said in a coquettish and respectful manner: "Yu Yu, you know more than me, can you teach me?"

Zhang Daoqing behind him frowned.

So this is how they all approached Senior Yu?

Zhang Daoqing looked down at his hands. Rough and thick calluses covered his palms. He bent his fingers like Liu Yu.

As funny as a strong man dancing ballet.

Zhang Daoqing pursed his lips, wrote down the recipe Yu Ge had just said, and silently opened the search bar.

[How to maintain a good pair of hands? ]

Ji Yan glanced sideways for a moment and smiled.

Only a fool would abandon his or her own characteristics, making himself or herself look like a jack of all trades and master of none, and find himself or herself in an awkward situation where he or she cannot advance or retreat.

On the other end of the communicator, Yu Ge was still discussing with Liu Yu, and the atmosphere was warm and lively.

Ji Yan's gaze lingered for a moment on the apron strings tied behind Liu Yu's back.

The last time I went to deliver flowers, Song Jingshen was cooking, right?

Ji Yan put down his long, crossed legs, sat upright, lowered his head and turned on the communicator.

Cooking should be a necessary skill for everyone. Learning to cook should not obliterate his uniqueness.

That’s the sound…

Ji Yan's blue eyes were dark and deep like ink sapphires.

I have never spoken to him in such a patient and gentle manner.

Song Jingshen is really useless as he can't even kill a civilian.

No wonder Yu would rather ask him for help.

Whether he is entangled in affairs or dies, he has to find a way to prevent Liu Yu from going back.

During the communication between Yu Ge and Liu Yu, Song Jingshen sat quietly the whole time, only tapping the communicator with his long fingers from time to time.

[Master: [Recipe recording]]

[Master: Prepare these ingredients and send them over as quickly as possible.]

Song Jing nodded deeply, his eyes sweeping over from time to time, half-squinting to observe the situation on the other end of Yu Ge's communicator.

The only value of an ugly disfigured person is to be used as fertilizer, not to shamelessly conceal it and seduce others.

The anger in his mind did not make Song Jingshen lose his mind, but instead made his brain work rapidly.

The environment on the other side of the light screen was too simple. The decoration that seemed very comfortable and luxurious to outsiders at first glance was full of flaws in the eyes of someone like Song Jingshen who grew up immersed in wealth.

The long-haired carpet on the floor was too messy and the hair was not fine.

The oven system is too backward and there is no rotating lighting function.

The wood of the countertop is too thin and looks like cheap formaldehyde-containing synthetic wood.

Everything was very simple, as if it was built temporarily, but Liu Yu was not a good person who was honest and upright.

He didn't think the rebel leader would be so stingy with his hobbies.

Song Jing was in deep thought, thinking about everything carefully.

Under what circumstances would one go out late at night and communicate in a small house?

No one in the rebel army should dare to disobey him, so who does he want to meet?

Thinking of the stalemate in the war, Song Jingshen lowered his eyes, and lightly tapped with his jade-like fingers, sending a cold text message.

[Commissioner Song: Delaying logistics supplies, drafting a proposal to condemn the situation on the front line, hold Zhang and Ji accountable, and urge them to speed up the progress.]

Of the five people present, four had their own agenda, but Yu Ge was the only one who felt relieved and said with a smile, "Seeing you like this, I feel better. When will you be back?"

The finger on the other side of the light screen paused for a moment.

go back?

He wanted to go back too! He wanted to go back even in his dreams!

I have to tear off a piece of flesh from the two useless young masters behind me, restore my appearance, and then think about the way out of the current situation.

He would rather be by her side than the so-called rebel leader.

They are a bunch of useless rubbish!

Liu Yu's heart suddenly darkened, and the strong murderous intent was suppressed deep inside and covered up. His voice was still pure and harmless: "I have something else to do here, it shouldn't be quick."

"You..." Liu Yu was a little shy, "Did you miss me?"

Shameless!

As soon as the words came out, the three of them frowned at the same time, and their sharp eyes like swords pierced deeply into Liu Yu.

Disgusting, vile bastard!

Yu Ge nodded: "We are friends!"

"Then do you still like me?" Liu Yu was deeply drowned in anxiety and inferiority complex.

Do you still like him, this ugly man with bloody hands?

Yu Ge was stunned for a moment, then his brows relaxed, and his warm gaze seemed to penetrate the light screen and envelop the inferiority complex, sensitive and uneasy heart.

She smiled with her eyes bent: "I have always liked you!"

"How could you not like someone who takes food seriously, is polite and has a strong sense of justice?"

"Everyone will like you."

Hearing this, Song Jingshen opened and closed his lips and lowered his eyes.

Calm down, calm down, Xiaoyu doesn’t like him, Xiaoyu is just comforting him!

A dying man who can't even keep his appearance——

The hanging big hand suddenly clenched, the lips slightly opened, and Song Jingshen slowly exhaled.

The moment Yu Ge's voice came, a string of crystal pearl-like tears suddenly slid down the corners of Liu Yu's eyes, rolling along the rugged and uneven flesh to her jaw and neck.

He stared at the warm light on the screen in a daze, and all the dark, inferior, and painful emotions in his heart were dispelled.

Even if he goes back now, she won't look at him with disgust and aversion, right?

For someone like Yu Yu, she would gently hold him in her arms, pat his back gently, comfort him, and then silently bring the culprit in front of him to let that person atone for his sins.

But it’s not enough. How can it be enough? Not enough at all.

He wants hugs, comfort and tenderness, but he also wants the first sight of him every morning and the last sight of him every night.

He wants Yu Ge’s eyes and heart to all belong to him!

Yu Ge called several times on the communicator before Liu Yu smiled with tears in her eyes: "Yeah, I like you too."