Quick time travel: The sickly villain is fierce and flirtatious

The wedding invitations are classic red, with thick and crisp outer covers, and elegant bronzing.

There is also a row of small characters under the golden banner.

Qin Yan read out slowly: "A hundred years together..."

[Does the host want to have a big wedding?Xiaojiu gives technical support! 】

The system can't wait, especially want to see the liver-colored faces of the hero and heroine at the wedding.

"Whoever stipulates that she invites me, I have to go."

Qin Yan took one last look at the address and threw the wedding invitation into the trash can.

She raised her hands high, stretched herself, and let out a sigh of comfort: "Isn't it good that the gift is delivered!"

On the day of the wedding, Qin Yan studied recipes in the apartment.

Holding a book full of colorful patterns in one hand, and arranging all kinds of seasoning jars in the other hand.

"A teaspoon of sugar, a pinch of salt."

She frowned, almost twisted it to one place, and asked: "A spoon, what kind of spoon, how full is it? How much is a little salt, how many grams, I even have a scale ready It's..."

Recipes, recipes, not reliable at all.

The recorded steps are all ambiguous, which is very unfriendly to Xiaobai.

[The host can ask Su Heng, he must know! 】

Every time Xiao Jiu saw the dishes on the dining table, they were full of color, fragrance, and taste, and she swallowed for no reason when she obviously didn't need to eat.

It believes that Su Heng can definitely teach the host!

Qin Yan couldn't decide how to operate it, so he decided to adopt the system's suggestion.

"Okay, let me ask..."

He is really good at cooking, so this question should not bother him.

Just as Qin Yan came out of the kitchen, he happened to bump into Su Heng coming out from the opposite side.

The room that was locked all the time.

She didn't ask for a while, and she actually saw the layout inside.

Su Heng's movements were fast and ruthless, the moment the door closed, the sound echoed in the silent apartment for a long time.

Qin Yan pointed the page of the recipe to the man, searched for several rows of words with his fingers, then paused, and asked: "Su Heng, I would like to ask, how many grams is a spoonful of sugar, and what is the amount of salt written in the book?" How many grams is it?"

Knowing the exact number, she can use a scale to weigh it.

Su Heng lowered his eyelids, the falcon's eyes shone faintly, and a layer of panic suddenly appeared in his heart.

He didn't know whether Qin Yan saw anything in the room, but judging by her usual behavior, he probably didn't see it.

Or, saw it, but was not at all curious.

He restrained his expression a little: "Does the kitchen have any grudges against you? You must torture it."

She's obviously the eldest lady who doesn't touch the spring water with her ten fingers, but she still wants to compete with the kitchen.

She has limited efforts the day after tomorrow, she is short board in this respect, and has a wall with the kitchen, doesn't she realize it at all?

Qin Yan calmly said: "There is no hatred, I just want to ease the tension with it."

She made a wish at this moment, that in the future, she would never be the owner of a chef.

cough……

Otherwise, career can see the end at a glance.

"Why is the last box still empty?"

The girl suddenly mentioned something, as if chatting casually.

Su Heng's pupils sank suddenly, and in an instant, he was pressing on the girl step by step, with a strong sense of oppression enveloping her.

"What did you just say..." His voice was cold and hard, as if it contained endless danger.

Qin Yan's back was pressed against the marble countertop, and the cold sensation instantly spread to his limbs.

She looked at the approaching man, her thin lips were almost only one centimeter away from her tender lips.