"No! I think I should see a neurosurgeon for you! Why did you take the chandelier out of the blue?" Lin Lanyi asked in confusion.
Fu Yi glanced at him and said, "You don't understand love."
Lin Lanyi: ...
Juejuezi!
Could this be related to love?
In the end, he struggled to find a ladder and took down the chandelier.
The chandelier is of luxurious European style, with dozens of light bulbs of different sizes.
Fu Yi twisted it off, and with his bony hands, he took the handkerchief and wiped them one by one.
The movements were careful and elegant, revealing an innate dignity.
Lin Lanyi's eyes widened as he watched.
Oh my god! Fu Qi can’t find any housework to do, so he even wants to take care of the light bulbs?
Witnessed the birth of a generation of wife-loving madmen...
In the kitchen.
After Fu Yi left, Quan Qiao pulled a high stool and sat in front of the bar, moving briskly.
She peeled the fruit, used a knife to cut off the pinkest part of the peach, picked out the reddest part of the pomegranate, and used a ruler to take out the center of the watermelon...
His face was full of concentration and rigor.
Tonight is her last night here, she has to go back tomorrow...
Before leaving, I must reward Fu Yi and have a pleasant night.
Half an hour passed.
Fu Yi was still wiping the light bulb. Lin Lanyi didn't want to leave and wanted to see what Quan Qiao was going to do. He also pulled a small stool and sat next to Fu Yi's legs to help wipe the light bulb.
While wiping, he whispered, "Fu Qi, you said that my sister-in-law has been in the kitchen for so long, does she really know how to cook?"
Fu Yi paused as he was wiping the light bulb, but did not answer.
Lin Lanyi said carefully: "Based on her appearance and past experience, I think my sister-in-law can't cook, and it is very likely that she cooks dark cuisine.
Fu Qi, do you want to run for your life?"
Fu Yi suddenly stared at him coldly and said defensively:
"She does. Don't judge a book by its cover!"
People who grew up in the mountains can definitely cook.
Well, that's how he comforted himself.
But I've never seen anything made with so many fruits, so I'm a little nervous...
At this moment, the kitchen door was pushed open and a light floral fragrance wafted in.
The fragrance is particularly unique, like the peach blossoms in the mountains in March, the rain lotus by the pond in June, and the wax apple in the deep valleys of the mountains.
It is a particularly beautiful and romantic atmosphere that makes people fall in love instantly and have a girlish heart instantly.
In this atmosphere, Quan Qiao walked out holding a tray.
There were two highball glasses and a transparent decanter on the tray.
The bottle is filled with scarlet liquid, the color is like the blood flowing from the Lycoris radiata in the dark night, deep and charming.
Quan Qiao was wearing a black silk halter dress and fiery red lips.
She walked over step by step with a tray in her hand, like a pawnshop beauty at midnight.
It's the kind of beauty that makes people lose their souls and unable to control themselves at first sight.
The moment Lin Lanyi saw it, he almost whistled.
It was his awareness of the importance of his life that made him immediately shift his gaze, not daring to look directly at Quan Qiao's beauty. (Mainly because he didn't want to take Fu Yi's critical hit.)
Sure enough, Fu Yi looked down at Lin Lanyi, and when he saw that Lin Lanyi was still wiping the light bulb, his expression eased a little.
He stood up and walked to Quan Qiao, blocking Lin Lanyi's gaze, and said coldly:
"You should go."
"Ah...but I've waited so long, I want to try it..."
But before he could finish his words, he received Fu Yi's cold gaze.
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