A handsome guy turned around first, saw them, and smiled with delight, "Hello, you two beauties, it's been a long time! What would you like for lunch?"

The man rested his hands on the table, his fox-like eyes blinking gently. Every glance he made conveyed tenderness; indeed, some people's tenderness could be conveyed so perfectly through their eyes.

In the past, when Lan Qingyue was writing, she would always imagine what her characters would be like, how indifferent they would be, how gentle they would be, how unpredictable they would be. It seems that here, she found the answer, she found the answer in this world.

Although the people of this world do not know who she is, she is able to see her "child" with her own eyes, and this feeling is wonderful.

"Kevin? What are you doing here?"

Wei Yu's voice was filled with surprise, and her tone unconsciously rose. As soon as she finished speaking, she realized her lapse in composure, glanced at me in the camera without making a sound, and then put on a polite but distant smile.

The man called Kevin smiled slightly, raised his chin slightly to gesture to the little pot next to him, and said with a smile, "I'll cook for the ladies. For the next two weeks, I'll take care of all three meals. I'll definitely cook a variety of dishes for you ladies so that you can feel the warmth of home."

Wei Yu frowned, clearly dissatisfied with the answer. The camera followed her closely, so she couldn't say too much. She nodded knowingly, "Really? Well, you must be tired. You don't even have weekends off."

Kevin raised an eyebrow and shrugged: "It's no trouble at all. As long as you ladies enjoy your meal, it's my honor."

Why!

This cold beauty still speaks so hurtfully. Not only is his vacation gone, but even his weekend is ruined, all because of that jerk. If it weren't for the N times the reward, he wouldn't have come.

Wei Yu's smile widened, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. She glanced at the rows of pots and asked, "What's for lunch?"

“That’s a lot.” Kevin immediately became serious. “Curry beef, curry chicken, curry ribs, curry rice…”

Lan Qingyue: "..."

How about a curry feast?

This production team seems to have plenty of funding; at least their meals are more lavish than the previous production team's.

Kevin introduced all the curry-related dishes, but seeing that the two didn't react, his smile froze a bit. Oh dear, this is a little awkward. If it weren't for that jerk saying that someone likes curry, he wouldn't have made so many curry-related dishes. But the beautiful woman who likes curry doesn't seem to be interested.

Kevin: "Of course, there are others. For example, corn porridge, seaweed porridge, preserved egg and lean pork porridge, eight-treasure porridge, and... plain porridge and rice."

Lan Qingyue: "..."

Isn't that still a curry feast?

In a few years, when Wei Yu goes abroad to compete, he often eats curry-related foods, so this handsome Kevin was invited by someone, right?

Lan Qingyue instantly discovered a new world, her clear eyes sparkling as she stared intently at Wei Yu.

But... she was so disappointed!

Wei Yu remained expressionless!

Expressionless!

Even if you dislike someone, you don't have to act like this. They care about you so much, why don't you at least give them a little bit of response?

If she were so easily moved and so quick to respond, why would she have trapped herself in this obsession for so many years, unable to break free?