The tone that can not be rebutted, is extremely overbearing.

As he raised his foot into the room, Ji Anning followed instinctively, "Uncle."

After Ji Chicheng called out, thinking of what they might talk about next, she went back and closed the door.

"Do you think the name Uncle is very intimate?"

Ji Chicheng suddenly turned around, looked at Ji Anning, and raised an eyebrow at her.

Ji Anning had a guilty heart, her eyes trembled, and she quickly looked away, wondering uneasyly, did he notice something? Aware of her shameful thoughts?

Otherwise, why did he ask him so suddenly?

Guessing uncomfortably, the man made a funny voice from above her, "Otherwise, why do you keep calling me?"

Ji Anning raised her small face in astonishment, and looked at the picturesque man in front of him in confusion.

Did this guy hear her conversation with Ginguo? Did you see her unknown thoughts?

If so, can you please me? In this way, she was scared to death by his grandfather without being driven out of Ji's house.

Ji Chicheng looked at the dense beads of sweat on Ji Anning's forehead, and then at the turtleneck she was wearing, his black eyes filled with smiles.

The voice also became much milder, "If you can't cook, I can teach you now."

As he spoke, he turned and walked towards the open small kitchen.

Ji Anning heard the words, frowning and following, "Why do you let me cook?"

He felt that Ji Chicheng might not have heard her talking with Ginguo, otherwise he knew that she had cuckold his nephew, how could he be so calm.

So she was a little bolder.

"Do you think I will make coffee for others to drink?"

Ji Chicheng suddenly stopped and turned around, raising an eyebrow to Ji Anning.

Ji Anning: "..."

He even proudly left her speechless to refute.

Also, if anyone can drink his Master Ji's hand-made, it is also a smoke from the ancestor's grave.

It's not surprising that someone like him, who is so pretentious, selfish and domineering, and of special taste, learns to make coffee for himself.

So she doesn't need to ask him why he wants to learn to make coffee.

Ji Anning thought, nodded, "Okay."

"The coffee beans are here." Ji Chicheng took out a box of coffee beans from the cupboard, and the coffee machine was on the stove. While tinkering with the coffee beans, he said to Ji Anning, "I'll cook it again. Look at it for a while. You do it again."

She was able to demonstrate her temperament and she was unwilling to make an extra cup for the guests. She was really drunk.

Although she felt very speechless, Ji Anning nodded and leaned close to Master Ji, looking at his beautiful hands seriously, with an attitude of humbly studying.

A set of procedures, from grinding the coffee to brewing the coffee, took 30 to 40 minutes. Ji Chicheng didn't say a word or explained it in the middle, and it was up to Ji Anning to watch it carefully.

The coffee machine jumped automatically. Ji Chicheng took two white porcelain cups without a hassle and poured coffee into the cups, and each cup was 70% full.

Then he picked up a cup and handed it to Ji Anning, "Taste it."

Ji Anning didn't think much about it. It was all in the mood to try Ji Chicheng's labor. She reached out and took the coffee, put it on the tip of her nose, smelled it, and the fragrance was tangy. She couldn't wait to take a sip.

Because there was no sugar added, she frowned in bitterness.

"You can add two spoons of sugar."