After swallowing, Feng Qingyan replied, "it's very good."
"Really?"
Feng Qingyan nodded: "HMM."
The North Ming Yue chuckled: "just say that our sect leader has a talent for cooking."
Feng Qingyan: "......"
Beiming Yue took the wine that had been opened on the table and poured it into two goblets.
"Let's have a drink today."
Feng Qingyan looked at him, and his beautiful eyes immediately caught a touch of vigilance.
In the entertainment circle, there have always been a lot of things in the wine. Beimingyue is cooking and letting her drink. It seems that he has a bad intention!
Seeing her appearance, Beiming frowned more and more: "what are your eyes?"
"Beiming Yue, what do you want?"
Beiming Yue said solemnly, "of course, it's to celebrate your killing!" After a pause, he suddenly smiled: "we can go back the day after tomorrow."
Feng Qingyan naturally knows what he means.
The little face flashed a blush.
Beiming Yue takes a cup of wine and hands it to her: "here."
Feng Qingyan took the glass and hesitated to drink.
Beiming Yue chuckled, "don't worry, baby. The wine is normal. There's nothing else."
With that, he took a knife and fork and cut a steak into his mouth.
It was the first time in his life that he cooked.
However, just chewed twice, Beiming Yue's whole person was in a bad moment.
He barely vomited out and swallowed.
"Feng Qingyan is also very good!"
Feng Qingyan said, "it should be very good for you to do it for the first time."
Beiming Yue took the steak aside: "don't eat it. I'll eat it when I finish it next time."
Then he looked at Rong ye and said, "call the cook!"