When Ilan came out of the bedroom, Ganyu was cooking in the kitchen.

It can be seen that she has just got up, and her long untaken blue hair is scattered messily on her shoulders, and a few strands of hair are upturned, and her usual appearance is like the two of them.

Because of lack of time, Gan Yu did not wear makeup, and he was wearing a set of home sweaters.

However, even this kind of loose clothes cannot hide her beautiful figure with a convex front and back, but adds a bit of virtuous wife flavor to her.

At this time, she was dealing with an omelette with a frowning look of seriousness, and even the dull hair on the top of her head stood straight.

It's as if you're dealing with not an omelet, but an ancient rock dragon lizard.

After all, as we all know, Ganyu with the blood of Qilin has never eaten meat, so even if she has decent cooking skills, she has never processed eggs.

Ilan looked a little amused on the side, walked up and said, "Let me help you."

"Nope!"

Who knew that Gan Yu's reaction was unexpectedly fierce.

She had long wanted to cook a meal for Ilan as a wife, and now that the opportunity was in front of her, how could she let Ilan interfere?

Besides....

"Elan, you can't cook at all, letting you come will only mess things up!"

"Please, I couldn't cook that was a long time ago, but I'm actually a good cook now." Ilan spread his hands and said.

This is the truth, after all, in the second simulation, Raiden really taught him cooking skills for more than a month.

And as we all know, Raiden Zhen and Thunder Movie are two opposite extremes, so according to this logic, it is known that Shadow cannot cook at all, then the real cooking can be said to be the first in the world.

Taught by the world's number one chef for so long, even if Yilan's current cooking skills are not as good as Xiangling, it can be regarded as first-class.

But of course Gan Yu could not believe his words, and the well-behaved girl burst out with the majesty of her wife at this moment, and she put her small hands against Ilan's chest, pushed him hard, and pressed him to a chair.

"In short, if it doesn't work, Ilan you sit here obediently, I'll finish the meal soon."

But when she pressed Ilan back to the chair, she immediately let out a mournful cry:

"Oops, the egg is fried!"

Ilan held her cheeks, watching some naturally dull girls busy there, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but outline a warm smile.

It didn't take long for Gan Yu to bring up a bowl of hot noodle soup.

The soup is clear and translucent, the green onions after being scalded in oil exude a tempting fragrance, and two eggs that have been fried until crispy yellow are placed on white jade-like noodles, and a little oil star wanders in the soup.

"Taste it, is it delicious?" Gan Yu's fingers sank deep into his black silk-wrapped thighs, and he looked at Ilan with a look of expectation and a little nervousness and said.

Ilan took a bite of the noodles, then took another bite of the omelette and immediately gave a thumbs up and said, "Delicious!" The saltiness is suitable, the noodles are soft and hard, and the eggs are fried fragrantly! "

In fact, among the many dishes that Ilan has eaten since he crossed over, this bowl of noodles can only be regarded as average, but this piece of the girl's heart is already the most delicious spice.

And hearing Ilan say this, Ganyu's face immediately bloomed into a beautiful smile, she held her chin with both hands, and watched happily as Ilan ate the noodles she made little by little.

"That's right." Ilan suddenly said at this time: "Ganyu, don't you eat breakfast?"

"I've already eaten something." Gan Yu said.

"Oh."

Ilan answered, but looking at Gan Yu's delicate appearance, she couldn't help but tease:

"Gan Yu, let me ask you a question, do you know which day a woman is most afraid of in the year?"

Hearing this, Gan Yu immediately frowned and thought bitterly.

She did have a lot of things in her life that scared her, but it was only that event, not that day, that really scared her.

After thinking about it for a long time and not coming up with it, Gan Yu had to shake his head a little dejected: "I don't know, Yilan, what day do you say?" "

December 1st." Ilan blurted out.

"Why?"

Gan Yu was puzzled, she thought about it carefully, she didn't remember what happened that day, but definitely nothing happened that scared her.

"Ahem, I can't say this answer, you can only understand it yourself..."

"Nasty, Ilan, you just deliberately tease me!"

Looking at Yilan's very strange smile, Gan Yu was curious to death, but he just didn't say the answer, and the angry Gan Yu raised his small fist and hammered his shoulder twice.

Ilan shouted in his heart, this time it was really not that he wanted to be a riddler, but Gan Yu's pure look, which made him really embarrassed to say this answer...

Then the two talked a lot again.

Gan Yu said a lot about what happened in Liyue over the years, but he didn't ask him why he died a thousand years ago, but now he is alive again.

Maybe it's because she's still scared in her heart.

Fear that this is still just a beautiful dream, afraid that once you touch on some taboo topic, this dream will suddenly wake up.

Even if it was a dream, a fantasy created, she would rather be immersed in this beautiful illusion forever.

......

After eating, Ilan insisted on washing the dishes by himself, but Gan Yu couldn't resist him and had to agree.

After Ilan finished washing the dishes, he saw Gan Yu wearing makeup in the bedroom.

Before, because she was in a hurry to cook for Yilan, she didn't have to hurry to dress up, but now that she has time, of course, she must dress herself up beautifully.

And Yilan looked at her makeup in front of the mirror, and couldn't help but think of the lyrics in Su Youpeng's version of "The Legend of Relying on the Sky and Slaying the Dragon": "Let him thrush for you all his life, first understand pain and then understand love".

He suddenly felt that this lyric was very suitable for the relationship between himself and Ganyu, and this also made him interested, walked over and said:

"Ganyu, let me make up for you."

Gan Yu glanced at him a little unexpectedly, then nodded shyly, and said with some expectation: "Okay." Ilan

took the thrush pencil and half squatted in front of Gan Yu to draw her thrush, the girl's face was dyed with a shy blush, her eyes were slightly closed, her slender eyelashes fanned slightly, and from time to time she opened a slit to peek at Yilan, but immediately closed it because of shyness.

Although this is the first time that Ilan has done this kind of thing, his hands are very stable, his heart is also delicate, and his aesthetics are good, so he quickly traced Gan Yu's slender and good-looking willow eyebrows.

Looking at the girl's picturesque, shy and timid appearance, Ilan couldn't help but think of a poem:

"The cave room stopped red candles last night, and I waited to visit my aunt in front of the hall."

Makeup asked her husband in a low voice, and the depth of the thrush was absent.

"It's so nice, did you write this poem by Elan?" Gan Yu asked.

"No, it's what I've heard before, and it feels a little out of place." Ilan held her chin and said, "After all, I painted your makeup today."

"I think that's good, in fact, I wanted Ilan to make up for me a long time ago."

Gan Yu looked at Yilan, her eyes were gentle as water, with a love that seemed to melt people, "Because the makeup drawn like this must be your favorite look." "

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