Yu Zi watched sneakily as Yan Huaian turned into a kitchen helper in an apron.
He was taller than the kitchen hood, making it inconvenient for him to fry the vegetables.
The strings of the apron rested on his waist, further accentuating the lines around his waist. At the same time, his hips were wide and perky.
Yu Zi felt that she was heading toward unsafe territory, but she could not help but continue staring.
Even if it was just his back, he still looked handsome from head to toe.
He was holding a spatula in his hand, and even knew how to toss the wok.
Since he was using some strength to do this, he had to flex slightly, making it such that even the veins on his hands popped up.
Yu Zi could not help but wonder how it would feel holding his hands.
When she saw that Yan Huaian was concentrating on making dinner, Yu Zi took out her phone and snapped a photo of him through the glass door.
