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At this time, Yan Yisheng's beautiful face was stained with a little flour, which looked a little funny.

Gu Qingyun watched the other party skillfully turn the pancakes out of the frying pan, and he was envious in his heart.

"Anyway, we're also roommates, there's no need to be so clear about eating, you do it today, I'll do it tomorrow, it's not a big problem." As

he spoke, he was about to reach out to pull a piece of pancake that had been baked, but Yan Yishang raised his hand and patted it.

"It's okay to eat, but it's conditional.

Gu Qingyun stared at the oily pancake at this time, a little anxious, he was really hungry.

"What conditions do you say, um~ delicious, so delicious, your cake is invincible, it is estimated that you will not starve to death when you go to open a store.

Taking advantage of the other party's inattention, Gu Qingyun finally succeeded, grabbed a piece and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Yan Yishang looked at the other party and was speechless, and said

, "I see that you play the piano well, can you teach me."

As he spoke, he looked at him expectantly, and his big black and white eyes were so bright that he almost melted Gu Qingyun.

"Ahem, can I teach you to play the piano? It's not impossible, but the meals in the future..."

Gu Qingyun clasped his chest with both hands, pinched his chin with one hand, and kept looking at the dishes prepared by Yan Yisheng.

"The meals are wrapped around me, but I have to go to the company to rehearse often, and the time is not fixed, so I can only say that when we are both at home, I will pack the meals.

Yan Yishang patted her chest and assured that there was a trembling that Gu Qingyun almost didn't have a nosebleed.

"Then it's decided, eat and eat, and I'm going to starve to death.

Gu Qingyun wiped his nose quietly, well, there was no nosebleed, and then he began to serve the dishes.

Stir-fried shredded potatoes, shredded pork with green peppers, stir-fried pork, and winter melon pork rib soup stewed in a pot.

Yan Yishang also baked the last cake out of the pot, and put a plate of pancakes on the table.

Gu Qingyun couldn't be polite, picked up a piece of cake, put it on the dish, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

The taste is simply simple, in the past and present life, only those spring cake shops that have been inherited for a hundred years can make such a taste.

Looking at the other party's gobbling up, Yan Yishang smiled and said

, "You eat slowly, there are still a lot of them here, don't choke on them again." In

addition to her figure and appearance, Yan Yisheng's most confident thing is her own cooking skills.

According to the experience taught by her mother, if you want to capture a man's heart, you must first grasp a man's stomach!

Yan Yishang deeply agrees with this sentence, and she has studied cooking hard for this reason, and it finally comes in handy at this time.

Of course, it's not that she's interested in Gu Qingyun, but that with a simple meal, she can find an excellent piano master to teach her to play the piano!

As for the other party's level? She can get a glimpse of this piece to Alice.

I don't dare to say how, but to teach her, it is more than enough.

A meal, under Gu Qingyun's wind and clouds, there is basically not much left, and the only thing left is a table of bones.

Gu Qingyun reclined on the chair, patting his stomach and burping, "Hiccup~ This meal is comfortable, it's been a long time to burp.. It's been a long time since I've eaten such delicious spring cakes.

Hearing this, Yan Yishang rolled her eyes, she did the amount of three people, and in the end, she didn't eat much.

But it doesn't matter, just think of it as a weight loss.

"Now, you've eaten the meal too, you can't go back on teaching me the piano.

Yan Yishang planned to get up and clean up the table, after all, the table was really unbearable to look at now.

Gu Qingyun stroked his stomach and looked at the other party bending over to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and couldn't help but be a little curious, "Aren't

you a star? Why, no one in the company teaches you the piano? Besides, why don't you know how to use a piano and put it in the room and put it on display?"

Yan Yishang walked to the dishwasher with chopsticks, listened to his words, and responded while putting them away:

"I like the piano more, although I don't play it well, but it doesn't prevent me from buying it, I believe that I will be able to learn it one day."

For her strength, Gu Qingyun is affirmative.

Pressing the start button, Yan Yishang walked out of the kitchen, looked at Gu Qingyun, who was still sitting on the chair and humming, and asked with some doubts

: "By the way, the word written on my desk was completed by

you?" Gu Qingyun nodded: "Yes, I see that you wrote half of it, and I will write the rest, how about it, is it okay to write?"

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little proud, he thought that his level of making up was not bad.

Who ever thought about it, but was disgusted by Yan Yisheng.

"Please, what I want to write is longing for love, after you finish making up for this, I feel completely cut off, and it's completely in two directions. But..."

"But what?"

"But after you finished making it up, I felt that the lyrics were a lot more fleshed out, and the words I wrote were a little thin. Hearing

this, Gu Qingyun, who was still a little depressed, immediately regained his vitality.

He said, how can I say that there are so many lyrics in my head, a small continuation, how can it be wrong.

"So, you still write songs?" Yan Yishang looked at him in surprise.

Gu Qingyun noticed the other party's gaze, and immediately felt that his self-esteem was insulted, "Please remove the two words of you

, I don't just know how to write songs, I'm very good at writing songs, okay!" Hearing him say this, Yan Yishang was suddenly overjoyed, "Really, I'll just say, what's so great about that radio host, isn't it just that he can write a few songs, I wish the whole world knew about it."

By the way, you can also write songs, have you written them? Show me, how to say that I am also a professional singer, I can still tell if the songs are good or not.

Gu Qingyun, who was originally proud, was shocked when he heard the other party say this.

The radio host she said who can write a few songs, can't it be me

? Thinking of this, he pretended to ask casually: "Oh? What is the name of the radio host who can write songs?"

Yan Yishang didn't notice his abnormality, and said, "It seems to be called Gu..." Look at.... I forgot what it was.

Gu Qingyun's face was black, and he said, "Gu Qingyun."

"Ah, yes, yes, it's called Gu Qingyun, what's the matter, you also know this person? It seems that his audience for his songs is quite large."

By the way, the two of us will be roommates in the future, and I don't know what your name is.

My name is Yan Yishang, the color of Yan, the reluctant Yiyi, and the clothes of clothes.

What are you called?".