Ye Sanjiang doesn't like being crushed by others, after all, this is about dignity and face.

However, when encountering the following situation, he felt that he could appropriately lower his lower limit.

Jiang Wange, wearing black stockings, kicked him down on the sofa. Jiang Wange had a calm face and rushed over like a female leopard after Ye Sanjiang could not react.

Although the Taekwondo coach was ugly in the past, she still remembered some of the anti-wolf techniques clearly. Jiang Wange pulled one of Ye Sanjiang's arm from behind, and pressed his shoulders with round knees wrapped in black silk...

"Big pervert! I don't have to look in the mirror and know that another red mark will appear on my face!"

"How do you explain to my parents when you ask me to go back!"

"Pervert! Disgusting! Pervert!"

Jiang Wange's figure looks taller than that of ordinary girls, and her appearance is also more classical and beautiful and cold. She has nothing to do with cuteness, but her voice is soft and glutinous, so when she scolds people...

Some perverts may become more and more excited as they listen.

For example, Ye Sanjiang had no regrets after hearing this.

But he admitted his mistake very devoutly, and even cooperated with Jiang Wange pressing him with his knees. The force coming from his shoulders was very light. Ye Sanjiang felt that he could control her in the opposite direction as soon as he turned over.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"You never speak with care!"

"I'm sorry, I was wrong."

After Ye Sanjiang said that, he turned his head and the light could reach Jiang Wange's plaid skirt, and a small piece of black silk with slightly shiny light.

"I just passed by my heart. If you don't believe this, please ask my vocal cords."

Jiang Wange frowned her delicate eyebrows, and she was so angry that she screamed. Her two little hands grabbed Ye Sanjiang's head and lifted it back. Ye Sanjiang's eyes widened, and her hairstyle was scratched by Jiang Wange and became an art work.

...

Ye Sanjiang looked in the mirror and was scratched like a Golden Gate Bridge.

"Good guy, I suddenly don't want to go out today. Tell me, what do I want to eat at noon? I'll make it for you."

"I want to eat you!"

Jiang Wange was so angry that she stamped her feet. She was also looking in her own little mirror. This time she left a red mark in the shape of a quail egg on her side face.

Ye Sanjiang turned his head to look at her: "How mature?"

“Full familiar!”

"Do you want scallion coriander?"

"If you want it, it's best to stuff the coriander into your mouth first!"

Jiang Wange covered her small mirror with her cheeks bulging. As long as Ye Sanjiang dared to make herself, she would dare to eat it!

"Sorry, this dish refuses coriander."

Ye Sanjiang smiled politely, took off the apron from the kitchen and wrapped it around his waist.

He opened the refrigerator and took a look. Ye Erxi would basically buy all the dishes he wanted to eat for the remaining seven days on Friday, but not much, because Ye Sanjiang was at school from Monday to Friday.

He flipped through the ingredients inside.

"Tomatoes, cucumbers, eggs, pork belly, bitter gourd, celery..."

"Do you really know how to cook?"

Jiang Wange suddenly felt puzzled.

"Isn't it normal for me to cook? My sister used to be too busy with work. She had sex every day in the evening shift. I was the only one at home after school. Of course, I could only learn to cook for myself, and no one cooked for me..."

After Ye Sanjiang said that, he took out the pork belly and thawed it first, then took out four eggs from the refrigerator, smashed them into a small bowl, and then skillfully stirred with two chopsticks.

Jiang Wange looked at Ye Sanjiang's busy figure in the kitchen and was stunned for four or five seconds.

She walked towards the kitchen in her slippers, put her little hand on the door, and stared at Ye Sanjiang's back with her eyes focused.

"What are you doing? Do you really want to eat me?"

Ye Sanjiang turned around and looked at her with a smile.

Jiang Wange squeezed slightly and didn't say anything.

Ye Sanjiang's busy back in front of the stove looked like the old man at home, as if he had been in the kitchen for more than ten years... But Ye Sanjiang had just become an adult not long ago.

Jiang Wange was stunned, and Ye Sanjiang's busy and skilled back suddenly made her nose sour.

"Why don't you sit in the living room and wait first?"

Ye Sanjiang finished washing vegetables at this time and turned his head to look at Jiang Wange. Jiang Wange did not move after listening to it. She walked into the kitchen with a look of eagerness on her little face.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Maybe...probably not..."

Ye Sanjiang shrugged.

Jiang Wange bit her lip and glanced around the items in the kitchen, but she really had no idea how to start.

“Tons Tons--”

Ye Sanjiang was cutting bitter gourd on the cutting board. The kitchen knife in his hand could not see the ups and downs, but the neat and symmetrical bitter gourd slices kept popping out from under the blade.

Jiang Wange watched for a while, and she walked up and stretched out her little hand to pull the corner of Ye Sanjiang's clothes.

"So what's wrong?"

Ye Sanjiang turned around.

"I'll kiss you, thank you for cooking for me in person."

Jiang Wange spoke with a red face, and after saying that, she lowered her head. She always felt that she had to contribute something to the meal, but she couldn't think of anything to contribute...

Ye Sanjiang raised his eyebrows and glanced at Jiang Wange's side face.

He smiled and said, "Okay, kiss, it's better to kiss harder. We will plant strawberry marks on our faces, hehe."

Jiang Wange gave him anger and stood on tiptoe. Her pink little mouth just pecked Ye Sanjiang's face with no force, probably because of his heartache.

It sounds a bit pretentious, but she really doesn't want to exert too much force at this moment, she just wants to contribute some of her own warmth to Ye Sanjiang.

"call--"

The two looked at each other gently, Ye Sanjiang smiled, Jiang Wange was happier, neither of them said anything, Ye Sanjiang continued to cut vegetables, Jiang Wange walked out of the kitchen in slippers, and closed the door thoughtfully.

It turned out that during that time, he bullied Ye Sanjiang at school during the day, but at night he went home alone, and was lonely and had to cook for himself...

When Jiang Wange thought of her parents' enthusiasm when she came home, she could see her delicious food and the table made by Jiang Shangyan, she couldn't help but feel sad.

It would have been great if Ye Sanjiang was invited to the house for dinner at that time.

If he could go back to that time, Jiang Wange swore that he would be the eldest sister of Ye Sanjiang, bully him less, and be a little better to him.

She sat on the sofa, turned her head to look at Ye Sanjiang's busy figure in the kitchen, and listened to the sound of pots and pans colliding, and suddenly she wanted to live here from today, for some reason.

For lunch, Ye Sanjiang made three dishes and one soup, fried pork with bitter melon, fried pork with celery, fried egg with cucumber, and tomato egg soup. It looked colorful, and Jiang Wange was very appetizing after watching it.

"Try it. I haven't done it for a while. It depends on whether it suits your appetite or not. If it doesn't suit your appetite, it's okay to order a takeaway."

Ye Sanjiang took off his apron and hung it in the kitchen, washed his hands and sat next to Jiang Wange.

The two of them were kneeling to each other. Ye Sanjiang deliberately bumped Jiang Wange, knocking her body to the point of being tilted, but he looked serious.

"What are you doing!"

"Funny."

Jiang Wange rolled her eyes, picked up the chopsticks and picked up the shredded pork from the bitter melon. She looked at Ye Sanjiang, and then she grabbed the shredded pork into her small mouth and chewed it.

Ye Sanjiang guessed that she would probably say it was unpalatable, or it was average.

“It’s delicious.”

Jiang Wange's eyes lit up and he happily went to pick up other dishes.

Ye Sanjiang then tasted it, but it was not bad. It can only be said that the taste was average, which must be worse than Ye Erxi, and it was even more incomparable to Jiang Wange's parents. Her parents are both old-fashioned in the kitchen.

Jiang Wange also felt that it was just so good at the mouth of the mouth, but she always felt that her peers could cook, not to mention that this was made by Ye Sanjiang for her to eat.

It was like a psychological effect, and after a few bites, it became more and more delicious. She picked up half a bowl of rice and ate it enthusiastically.

Ye Sanjiang glanced at her bulging cheeks and suddenly remembered the scene of flattering Liu Yali when she was having dinner at her house.

Jiang Wange didn't flatter herself. Maybe this taste hit her favorite point, and Ye Sanjiang didn't think so much.

"I'm done! I'll go wash the dishes!"

Jiang Wange ran to the kitchen with a bowl excitedly.

"Can you wash it?"

"Don't underestimate me!"

"By the way, you know you need to use dishwashing detergent to wash dishes, it's there!"

"Of course I know!"
To be continued...