Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

"Go cook!"

After saying this, Ye Qingyou left.

Here, there is a custom that the bride must prepare lunch on the first day of her marriage.

Whether you are from a poor family or a well-to-do family, even if it's just a last-minute effort, you must cook a meal!

Ye Qingyou led Dailu to the kitchen, where Dailu looked at her with a worried expression.

During the two years Miss Biao lived at home, no one taught her how to cook. She wasn't a kitchen maid and didn't know how to cook.

What do we do now? Are we going to embarrass ourselves?

Just as Dailu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, Ye Qingyou had already gotten busy, and the old women and maids on the stove were all doing things according to her instructions.

By the time the side dishes were ready, Ye Qingyou had already started cooking. Soon, a rich aroma filled the kitchen.

The aroma was intoxicating to everyone in the kitchen.

The young mistress is really amazing!

Dailu was also very puzzled. Could it be that Miss Biao had already started learning cooking skills when she was at home?

Yes, that must be it.

Therefore, the look in Dailu's eyes when she looked at Ye Qingyou was full of reverence.

Since there were only four people eating, Ye Qingyou didn't cook much. She made six dishes, a soup, and a dessert at the end.

She had just washed her hands and applied some perfume.

Just as I turned around, I saw Qianlingye standing in front of the door.

"Let's go!"

She walked up to Qian Lingye and said something very naturally.

"Ok!"

Qianlingye responded and followed her to the upper room.

The two walked forward, and Qian Lingye secretly glanced at her. She must have just been cooking, because there was still a little sweat on the tip of her nose.

A blush had already settled on her fair, smooth cheeks.

Her breath was as fragrant as orchids; walking beside her, you could smell the scent emanating from her.

She had saved her, and she was very curious about it.

I always felt that she was a woman full of mystery.

Looking back now, she seems like a magical woman; she seems to know a lot of things.

Just standing beside her, I could feel the attraction she gave off.

For the first time, Qianling felt the rhythm of her own heart.

It's strange, really. During those years of being a playboy, to put it bluntly, what kind of woman hadn't he seen?

But in the short two days I spent with Ye Qingyou, I deeply felt that compared to Ye Qingyou, those people were really nothing.

Before they knew it, the two had reached the upper room.

"Mom, lunch is ready!"

Ye Qingyou walked in and said softly.

"Good good!"

Tang Mulian had a big smile on her face.

The four of them sat down and waited for the maids to bring out all the dishes. Except for Ye Qingyou, they were all dumbfounded.

"Qingyou, you did all of this!?"

Tang Mulian asked.

"Yeah!"

Ye Qingyou responded.

"This one……"

Tang Mulian was at a loss for words. Not only were the dishes delicious and visually appealing, but the side dishes were also incredibly lifelike, with carvings that made them seem almost real. Tang Mulian felt that these dishes were in no way inferior to those served in the imperial kitchen.