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Chapter 616 Why can a dog man be so handsome even picking a small winter melon? ? ?outrageous

"Even if ten cows come here today, I can't resist my passion to learn these two meat dishes" all over my face.

Seeing her expression, Shen Du knew that it was not like she could be persuaded to come back, so he had no choice but to let her go.

"Okay, if you want to learn, then I will teach."

It's just that he doesn't know why, but he always has an ominous premonition about his wife actively learning how to cook.

Stared at Nan Song for a few seconds.

Hey, forget it, do your best to obey the destiny, besides, with him around, nothing should happen.

Nan Song didn't know why he suddenly had such a great enthusiasm for cooking this time, thinking that he could wear an apron later in the kitchen with ease.

I feel very happy in my heart.

While thinking about it, she muttered: "One tomato scrambled egg, one pan-fried veal steak, one Coca-Cola chicken wing, two meat and one vegetarian, why don't you learn another soup."

Shen Du, who was picking tomatoes, almost lost his waist when he heard her words.

". Wife, the task card says to learn a skill from the other party, and the skill does not specify the number of final results, so you don't need to learn so many dishes."

"It's okay, one is learning two, and I like to drink soup."

Shen Du took the three picked tomatoes in his hands, facing Nan Song, hesitant to speak.

In fact, what he wanted to say was——

Judging from the bowl of mung bean soup that sobered up before, my wife, you really don't have much talent in cooking, so let's forget it.

But thinking that this is recording a program after all, it seems that he should save some face for his wife, otherwise when the camera is turned off at night, this little fairy will definitely try to torture him.

So in order to save his dog's life, Shen Du didn't say this after all.

"Well, let's do it."

He silently spread his hands in his heart, besides pampering his own wife, what else could he do?

"What soup would you like to make?"

Nan Song scanned all the vegetables, and finally turned over the brand of winter melon decisively.

"Pick a small winter melon, I'm going to make a winter melon and shrimp soup."

"Row."

While agreeing, Shen Du walked towards the winter melon vine.

He held a pair of small scissors in his hand, and held a small wax gourd in his left hand. He was about to cut it when he heard Nan Song's stop behind him.

"No, no, not this, this is not good-looking!"

Shen Du: "."

Just use it to make soup, what else do you want to look good?

He took a deep breath, pointed to a small wax gourd next to him, and turned to ask Nan Song, "How about this one?"

The winter melon vines are not next to the roadside, and there is a small vegetable field in the middle of the roadside, about two to three meters away.

Nan Song stood on the side of the road, with his left hand resting on his right elbow, his right hand lightly resting on the tip of his chin, his brows were contemplating seriously.

Her appreciative eyes fell on the little winter melon, and after five seconds, she gave a comment.

"Well, strictly speaking, this one is a little more formal than the one just now, but it's not what I want either."

Shen Du finally couldn't help complaining about this matter.

"He's just a poor little winter melon, and you still have strict requirements on it? Is it easy for a little winter melon? Their melons are so hard to grow."

Nan Song blinked his eyes, and solemnly threw out his reasons.

"But I don't think I'm wrong. I just want to have a beautiful little wax gourd. After all, this is the first time I cook in my life."

Shen Du let go of the little wax gourd, showing an awkward yet polite smile.

"Honey, I understand the truth, but I think I need to correct you. Today is not the first time in your life to cook, but the first time in your life to learn how to cook."

Nan Song felt that he didn't understand what he meant: "Is there any difference?"

"Cooking is the same as many other things in life. It also requires a talent. Even if a person with talent has never learned it, he may do it well for the first time."

Having said that, Shen Du paused for a moment, and the eyes he looked at Nan Song began to become meaningful.

"As for those who don't have much talent in cooking, it's hard to say what the outcome will be."

Nan Song listened and finally understood.

She raised her hand to brush the broken hair on her forehead, and narrowed her eyes slightly: "I suspect that you bastard is implicating me."

For such an accusation, Shen Du naturally refused to admit it.

"I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

"But if I remember correctly, it was you who offered to teach me how to cook."

The implication - I was brought by you.

Shen Du raised his hand and rubbed between his brows, with a difficult expression on his face.

"Well, it's true, so I regret it a little bit now. In fact, I should teach you something else. Cooking, tsk, you may be really bad at it, my wife."

Nan Song put his hands on his hips, with an expression of disbelief: "You can't do it! You can't do it!"

Shen Du: "."

Listen, why are there so many ambiguities? ? ?

It always feels weird.

Nan Song looked at him, and finally realized something belatedly, with a look of enlightenment on his face.

"Oh, I see! Isn't it because you still remember the hatred of the bowl of mung bean soup? You think I almost choked you to death that night, so you are now attacking me with words about teaching me how to cook, right? ?”

Shen Du and Nan Song looked at each other, a little tired in their eyes.

"Although it's not because of this, but my wife, I think I should correct you, that's not mung bean soup, it's called mung bean paste."

Nan Song: "."

Damn, the dog man just said it directly?It's embarrassing.

Nan Song didn't want to get entangled in this topic any longer, so he unceremoniously ordered Shen Du to do things.

"I don't care what mung bean soup mung bean paste is, pick my little winter melon quickly! Hurry up!"

The facial expressions and body language were full of anger, but Shen Du could hear a hint of coquettishness from Nan Song's tone.

He looked at her, raised the corners of his lips, and smiled.

At this moment, Nan Song didn't have the heart to speculate on Shen Du's mental activities at all, he just pointed at the little winter melon hanging on the far side.

"That's it, that's it! It's the most beautiful!"

Shen Du looked towards the direction she pointed while smiling, and took a few steps to the side——

"Crack!"

Although the small scissors were small, their blades were sharp, and the melon vine broke instantly, and the little wax gourd just landed in Shen Du's palm impartially.

He weighed it: "It's quite heavy."

However, at this moment, Nan Song's inner activities are also three words——

Pretty handsome.

It's over, it's over, she's hopeless.

It's fine when the dog man is usually sitting in the study and working hard or busy in the kitchen preparing food for her. It's normal to think that he is so handsome in that kind of scene.

But what happened just now?

Why can a dog man be so handsome even by picking a small winter melon? ? ?
(End of this chapter)