My Clingy Boyfriend Asks for Kissing Every Day

After applying the medicine, the two of them were always in a state where they would blush whenever they looked at each other, especially Song Wang, who was lying on the sofa and didn't even want to move more.

Only Ke Yanze pretended to be calm, stood up, put away the ointment: "I'll cook for you."

When someone who was pretending to be dead heard this, he immediately raised his head: "Cooking?" After finishing speaking, suspicious eyes lingered on him for several seconds.

"What kind of eyes do you have?" Ke Yanze, who felt that he was questioned, replied dissatisfied.

Song Wang held back his laughter and shook his head again and again: "No, you can go."

Hearing what he said, the other party turned and walked towards the kitchen.

The breakfast that Song Wang made in the morning was still on the dining table, but neither of them ate it, so they were delayed by what happened later.

Ke Yanze thought that the morning meal might not be fresh, so he stood still for a few seconds before going into the kitchen.

When he was at his house last time, he followed Song Wang, and he knew a little about the steps of cooking.

That was also the first time he knew that there are so many specialties in cooking.

Taking a deep breath, he felt that it was finally time for him to show his skills.

When Song Wang eats his cooking, he will definitely feel that he is very capable, so he will fall in love with him even more crazily.

(Song Wang: Yanze may have misunderstood the word "cooking"???)

As if he had foreseen the beautiful life in the future, Ke Yanze scooped up a bowl of rice and washed it with a smile that was sure to win.

At this time, of course it is more appropriate to cook porridge.

Because he didn't know how much water to put in, he just thought about it for a while, then filled it up to the fullest, and put it in the rice cooker.

Thinking that there should be nothing wrong, he sat aside and counted the time.

As for Song Wang outside the door, hearing the sound of water and walking in the kitchen, his heart was moved, and he wished to go over to see how Ke Yanze cooks.

After all, he used to be a young master who didn't stick to the sun, so he was able to cook for himself, and this kindness was indeed worthy of his gratitude.

But I still have to worry about whether the things made by Master Ke can be eaten...

Ke Yanze in the kitchen sneezed violently, while muttering that he didn't seem to have a cold, he got up and walked around the rice cooker, wondering if the porridge in it was good or not.

Thinking about Song Wang (Song Wang: ???) who might be too hungry to have any strength in his heart, he reached out and flipped the switch, and opened the lid.

As soon as the lid was lifted, the white foam inside came out like a frying pan, with a gust of hot mist hitting his face, which scared him back again and again, but he was still scalded by the overflowing hot soup to the feet.

"Hiss—" The moment Ke Yanze was burned, he couldn't help but gasped.

This movement was not hidden from Song Wang, who was always paying attention to the situation in the kitchen. When he heard the sound, he struggled to get up from the sofa and prepared to go to the kitchen to find out.

Out of worry, he actually wanted to see it a long time ago, but this just gave him a perfect reason.

When he limped to the door of the kitchen while leaning on the wall, he saw Ke Yanze squatting on the ground as if in a daze.

With a glance, Song Wang saw the mess on the ground and the sink, and knew what happened just now.