The Whole Internet is Waiting For Master Fu To Fall In Love

This time, Gu Che unexpectedly didn't fry the kitchen.

He put ginger slices and red dates into the boiling water, and finally threw two pieces of brown sugar into it, and stirred them a few times with a coffee spoon.

With that focused expression, those who didn't know thought he was doing some chemical experiments.

The air was filled with the smell of ginger, Gu Che frowned, looked at the pot of brown sugar water, and muttered, "Why don't you add a piece of brown sugar, girls should like sweet things."

He did what he thought, threw another piece of brown sugar into the pot, and stirred it randomly a couple of times.

After a minute, he felt that it was almost done, turned off the induction cooker, and turned to look for a cup.

After he finished the brown sugar water, the takeaway arrived.

Gu Che put on his mask and walked to the entrance. Without opening the door, he reached out and pressed the smart doorbell on the wall, and said in a low voice, "Just put the takeaway on the low cabinet by the door."

The little brother who delivered the food put the food on the low cabinet according to his instructions, turned around and left.

The next moment, Gu Che opened the door and took the takeaway in.

Feeling ashamed to leave Gu Che alone in the living room, Yang Keke took a shower and came out without blowing his hair.

She was wearing light pink home clothes, her hair was wrapped in a kerchief, and she appeared in front of Gu Che with a plain face.

Anyway, Gu Che had seen her in the most embarrassing state, so plain makeup was nothing.

Gu Che was sitting on the chair, looking at her fair little face, just after taking a shower, her cheeks were slightly rosy, and she looked charming.

"Drink this first." He pushed the cup in front of him forward.

Yang Keke doesn't even need to look at the mug, he can guess what's in the mug just by the smell.

She looked at Gu Che with a dull expression, and asked in disbelief, "Where did you buy the brown sugar water?"

Where did he get this brown sugar water so late?

"Buy?" Gu Che's face darkened, he looked at her with serious eyes, and emphasized through gritted teeth, "What do you mean by buying? This young master cooked it himself."

He cooked it?

Yang Keke almost bit his own tongue, "Brother, can you still cook this?"

"What's so difficult about this." Gu Che raised his chin, with an expression of "not worth mentioning".

He knocked on the table and urged, "It's getting cold, drink it quickly."

Yang Keke said "Oh" in a daze, picked up the brown sugar water he had boiled, and took a sip with his head down.

It's a bit too sweet.

How many pieces of brown sugar did he put in?

Thinking that it was cooked for her by Gu Che himself, Yang Keke's heart almost melted, and he finished the whole cup of brown sugar water in one go.

Just as he put down the glass, a man's voice came from the opposite side asking, with a lazy tone, "How does it taste?"

"It's delicious." Yang Keke looked at him with crooked eyes, and praised him without hesitation.

"It tastes better than what I cook myself."

A wave of rainbow farts lifted Gu Che up to the sky, he twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled at her.

"Sit down and eat."

Yang Keke pulled out the chair nearby, sat opposite him, drank a cup of brown sugar water, warmed her whole body, and her stomach didn't feel as uncomfortable as before.

Looking at the three dishes and one soup on the table, and the person sitting opposite, Yang Keke thought to himself, it would be great if time could stay at this moment for a little longer.

She picked up the chopsticks and took a mouthful of rice, a little absent-minded.

Suddenly, she was knocked on the head.

Yang Keke raised his eyes to look, Gu Che withdrew his hand, and said lazily, "I'm not afraid of indigestion if I'm distracted while eating."

After the words fell, the other party picked up a chopstick of fish and put it into her bowl, "Hurry up and eat."

Yang Keke looked at the fish in the bowl, pursed his lower lip, and said falteringly, "That..."