hello cold husband

Chapter 355
I didn't want to disturb her sweet dreams.

But Yun Mo just looked at her like this, couldn't help but leaned down, pressed against her body, and gently kissed her on the cheek.

Qiao Xiao'an didn't wake up, but murmured in a low voice, and fell asleep more peacefully.

This raving made Yun Mo a little uncontrollable.

Really want to do something with her.

Thinking of taking care of grandpa in the hospital recently, except for the one time they went back to the Oriental Pearl Tower for a night, they have not had that aspect of life for the rest of the time.

It also worked hard for her.

He got up, deliberately walked to the window, and drew the shade curtains.

Fearing that the air in the room would be bad, I deliberately left a small gap in the floor-to-ceiling windows outside the curtains.

The room quickly dimmed, and the light was also faintly visible, which was very suitable for a good night's sleep.

Only then did he tiptoe out of the bedroom again, and carefully closed the door tightly.

When Qiao Xiaoan woke up, it was already noon.

After returning to the Oriental Pearl Tower at [-] o'clock in the morning, I slept for three hours.

When I woke up, the curtains by the window were gently thrown up by the wind, and there was a hole in which strong light penetrated, forming a sharp contrast with the darkness in the room.

The darkness and the light made her even more drowsy.

He got up and leaned against the head of the bed, rubbing his head and trying to remember.

Didn't I get in Adam's car, how did I get back to this bedroom?
Did Ah Mo bring her back?
Thinking about the gap by the window, Ah Mo must have left it on purpose.

He also pulled up the curtains on purpose.

She wanted to wear shoes at first, but there were no shoes beside the bed, thinking maybe Ah Mo helped her take them off at the entrance.

He went downstairs barefoot.

The sunlight outside the villa is particularly bright, making the potted plants in the corridor and the stairway especially bright green.

With every step Qiao Xiaoan took, her mood was particularly sunny.

Like the bright spring light outside the house.

Just now when I reached the stairs, I heard noises in the kitchen, so I guessed that Mama Wu must be cooking lunch.

But walking forward from the stairs, when passing through Ruoda's arched partition door, he saw red candles in the spacious living room.

There is also red wine, red wine glasses, beautiful and exquisite tableware.

How could Mama Wu play with these things?
She was a little curious.

Isn't Wu Ma the one who cooks in the kitchen?

Is it Ah Mo?
Qiao Xiaoan didn't rush to put on her shoes, and ran into the kitchen barefoot.

Standing at the door, I saw Ah Mo wearing an apron, busy in the spacious kitchen.

The pot is tumbling, not Western food, but Chinese food, it seems to be Sichuan food.

Is it because she likes Sichuan food?
It is easy to smell a peppery smell, fragrant, strong and pungent.

The back view of Ah Mo wearing an apron is very handsome, especially like a man at home.

Wearing home clothes, with the sleeves rolled up, he seems to be a kitchen expert, and there is no difficulty in turning the spatula.

She hasn't seen Ah Mo cooking for a long time.

Although there is a smell of oily smoke in the kitchen, and the smell of oily smoke in Sichuan cuisine is already very strong.

But she still walked forward with bare feet, leaned up from behind, wrapped her arms around his waist, pressed her face against his back, and felt the smell of oily smoke on his body.

Slowly, he closed his eyes.

Yun Mo turned his head slightly, "Are you awake?"

His eyes accidentally saw that she was wearing white socks and no shoes.

Only then did he turn off the fire on the stove and turned around.

She let go of him too.

"Why don't you wear shoes?"

"Didn't you take it off for me?"

Oh, he forgot, when he was in the entrance, he took it off for her.

And there are no slippers in the room.

Then she hurried out, and half a minute later, she took her pair of kitty cat slippers and squatted down at her feet.

When standing up, she smiled slightly, "Put it on quickly."

Qiao Xiaoan put on her shoes obediently, and saw him standing in front of the kitchen counter again, stirring in the wok.

He said, "I learned about boiled beef online, but I don't know how it tastes."

Qiao Xiaoan looked at the kitchen counter, "Your pot is boiled beef, what are the three pots in that pot, boiled pork slices?"

"It's all boiled beef."

"Why four copies?"

"Those three servings are abolished. They don't have a smooth and tender taste. The dishes I'm learning now are not well-crafted."

"..." So, for this smooth and tender mouth, did he deliberately cook the same dish several times?
"Do it a few times, and you will do it later."

"..."

"Qiao Qiao, if it doesn't suit your taste, don't hold it against you."

Qiao Xiaoan was very touched, and felt sweet in his heart, and couldn't say anything for a while.

He just looked at him quietly, turned off the boiled ingredients and put half a pot of oil in another pot.

Let the oil slowly heat up in the pan.

You can clearly smell the aroma of olive oil.

He submerged and submerged the beef in the glass basin. It seemed that cornstarch, eggs, and various ingredients were added.

Finally, put the beef one by one in the colander, and fry it in the pan when the oil is hot. When it is half-cooked, start the pot immediately.

This is cooked together with the boiled ingredients, and sprinkled with chopped green onion, coriander, and peppercorns.

"This one must be very smooth and tender, why don't you try it first?"

"..."

"It doesn't work after trying, I'll do it again." He had already handed her a pair of chopsticks.

"No." Qiao Xiaoan shook his head, "It must be delicious, even if the taste is not authentic, I will eat it up."

He asked her to try it, and she had already walked out cautiously with this dish of boiled beef.

"Be careful." He reminded behind her.

After she brought out this dish, the fish head with chopped peppers in the cloud ink pot was also cooked, and after the oil was poured on it, she helped to bring it out again.

Repeatedly, several dishes came out of the pot like this.

Yun Mo deliberately covered each dish and took off his apron, "Wait for me for 10 minutes."

She sat across the dining table, blinked with a smile, "Okay."

In the past 10 minutes, he went upstairs to take a quick shower, washed off the smell of oily smoke, and changed into a clean suit.

When he came to her again, he had already closed all the sunshade curtains with the remote control.

Qiao Xiaoan felt mysterious.

Is today a special day?
He lit the candles one by one and sat beside her, "Qiao Qiao, you like to eat Chinese food, the only thing you can do is candlelight."

"It's also very romantic." She sat sideways on the chair, looking at him with a gentlemanly demeanor and a sharp face, "Ah Mo, what day is today?"

"..." He pretended to frown.

"First, my mother insisted on driving me back. Then the candlelight lunch you prepared?"

"You forgot?" Yun Mo asked intentionally.

Qiao Xiaoan pursed her lips, "Stop teasing me, tell me quickly."

"Think again?"

"..." She shook her head.

He didn't blame her, because all her thoughts recently were spent on how to take care of the old man.

It is also normal to forget their wedding anniversary.

Then he raised his hand, pinched the tip of her nose, and reminded with a smile, "Today is April [-]rd."

She still can't remember.

He added, "On April [-]rd of the year before last, what were we doing?"

(End of this chapter)