Sheng Quege did not have an access card, and the security guard downstairs helped to clean the elevator. She was quite puzzled: "You just let me go upstairs so easily?"

The security guard felt a little embarrassed: "Mr. He told us to remember you."

As for why there was such an order... Sheng Quege smiled at his lips: "Thank you, I'll go up first."

The apartment here can be accessed by elevator, but the security guard's authority can only send Sheng Quege to another elevator at the door. She had to squat at He Yu's doorstep and send him a message.

"It is better to choose a day than to meet the day. If Mr. He has time today, I will fulfill my promise to cook."

Sheng Que Ge added: "It's not time to go."

He Yuchao called directly.

"Where are you?"

The man's low voice was particularly magnetic on the phone, and Sheng Quege's ears were a little itchy.

Sheng Quege said, "It's right in front of your house."

“…”

Such uninvited skills were learned by Sheng Quege without any teacher.

But He Yuchao was not only not angry, but also seemed to smile: "How did you run away?"

Sheng Quege hummed softly, his tone was very crisp, like a yellow oriole: "Then I have to ask Mr. He. Without your approval, how could I have such great ability?"

"You must be as bold as you."

If someone else had dared to wait at his doorstep without He Yuchao's consent?

"If you are busy, you won't have to come back, I'll go home first."

"Wait."

He Yuchao let Sheng Quege briefly see the happiness of the rich. He should have remotely controlled the door lock to open and presented this valuable private residence in front of her.

“Prepare supper before I come back.”

Sheng Quege received the message, but did not reply. She went around and found the kitchen location, opened the refrigerator, and the ingredients inside were unexpectedly fresh and rich.

She guessed that there should be regular cleaning here, and that the person in charge of cooking would come here regularly. She would not stay in this house on weekdays, so she had no one, exquisite but empty, without any breath of fireworks.

Cooking dinner is of course easy, but it is not a simple matter to satisfy Mr. He. Sheng Quege can only find a few recipes and chooses that will not make a big mistake. She doesn't ask He Yuchao to think it is delicious and you can swallow it.

What's more, because of the other party's picky tastes of delicacies, Sheng Quege didn't think he could be at the level of his ability. No matter how good he did, he would not be as good as the chef of Yushenzhai.

When it was getting dark, the door lock was twisted again. He Yuchao's tall figure soon appeared at the kitchen door. The man held his hands and looked at Sheng Quege coldly: "Is it done?"

His face has always been like this, but his eyes are warmer than before.

Sheng Quege also turned off the fire: "Okay, you can wash your hands and have a meal."

After serving the dishes to the table, Sheng Que Ge took off his apron, and when he raised his hand, the hem of his clothes was lifted up, revealing a piece of his waist, which was slender and white.

He Yuchao's gaze remained silent for a few more seconds, and then he picked up the chopsticks.

The taste of home-cooked dishes is fresh and hot.

If you look at the taste, you can pick out many problems, but you can set off the bright apricot eyes and a rich and beautiful face under the dining lamp. Then you will think of how she cooks with concentration...

The curve of someone's mouth was also uncontrollably raised.

Sheng Quege was very self-aware and never thought about asking about her cooking skills. If He Yu had not issued an order, she would never have been ugly.
Chapter completed!