The Rest Of My Life Is For You

The air in a large office is not much different from usual.

It was just the smoldering scent smelled in his nose, but he frowned.

I took off my blazer and threw it on the visitor's sofa, and walked towards the lounge.

Without waiting for him to go to the lounge, he saw the assistant stood with a tangled face at the door, saw him, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, and couldn't say anything.

"What's going on?" Yu Yuehan frowned, thin lips slightly opened.

The assistant was about to answer, and Nian Xiaomu had ran out of the kitchen with a spatula.

Seeing Yu Yuehan, he immediately smiled and frowned.

"Have you finished the meeting? Wash your hands first, and you can eat right away!"

"..." Yu Yuehan stared at her cheeks that seemed to be red, and Zitong froze.

"Master, that ..." The assistant on the side wanted to say something, and he had already stepped into the lounge.

Looking subconsciously towards the dining table.

On the table, there was the booty that Nian Xiaomu fought for two hours.

"Let's make it, let it make it, the soup is a little hot!" Yu Yuehan had just stepped forward and had not had time to look at the dishes before seeing her holding a large bowl of hot food and coming out of the kitchen.

Passed by him and thumped onto the table.

He took a hard breath, tore off his apron, and raised his head in excitement.

"You're done!"

Yu Yuehan: "..."

She had done so many incredible things before and never saw her look so happy.

She just made a meal today, will she be too excited?

Seeing her appearance, his expectations for the meal rose a little, and he turned to look at the dining table.

With just a glance, his expression turned pale and weird.

"What is this?" Yu Yuehan asked, pointing at a dark saucer on the table.

Nian Xiaomu raised his chin and glanced, "Fried fish, I remember going to fishy and seasoning. The fire seemed to be a little bit big, and I accidentally burned it a little bit."

"..." Jiao didn't even look like a fish, but also called a little?

Yu Yuehan frowned, and immediately pointed to another red dish.

"What is this again?"

"I made sweet and sour pork ribs for the first time, but I have a raiders, that is, the tomato sauce seems to pour a little more ..." Nian Xiaomu said, it has been automatically blocked by someone.

She didn't pour a little more, she poured the whole bottle of ketchup.

Yu Yuehan has given up asking and glanced over the dishes on the table.

He couldn't see any other dish except a dish of white-burning vegetables.

Even the only recognizable vegetable on that dish, because the cooking time is too long, the emerald green leaves have turned yellow.

"You're going to let me eat this?" Yu Yuehan's dark eyes were deep and his face was a bit dull.

What he had expected was a gluttonous feast, but what he saw now was a dark dish.

Nian Xiaomu was anxious, "Don't watch them sell well, maybe they taste good!"

"Have you tried?" Yu Yuehan asked with an eyebrow raised.

"……"No.

"So you want me to be a little mouse?" Yu Yuehan's voice was chilly, and black eyes stared at her, as if as long as she dared to nod, he would break her neck.

Just as the two of them confronted each other, a small, soft, waxy figure was waking up and walking towards them.

When he saw something delicious on the table, he tipped his toes, pinched a scrambled egg with his little finger, and stuffed it into his mouth.