My husband is a wife

Chapter 1001
At that time, there was too much smoke in the kitchen, and someone could barely open his eyes due to the smoke, so she didn't even know what she had burned.

Love glanced at her: "I don't know how Miss's cooking skills are, but this is indeed from your hands."

"Ahem, it's all to blame for your kitchen. It's different from ours. I'll definitely be able to perform to my normal level next time." Xiahou Huan'er said confidently.

Dongfang Xing raised his eyebrows slightly.

Her skin has thickened by half a foot, thanks to her, she can say such shameless words.

Le Fu suppressed a smile, shook his head and said, "Let me do the rough work of cooking, Miss, just sit and wait for the food."

Xiahou Huan'er's pretty face suddenly distorted: "Miss, I don't show my hands, do you really think I'm a vulgar daughter who stretches out my clothes and opens my mouth?"

From her point of view, it was almost like this. Of course, she dared not say it.

"Miss, don't be angry, I didn't mean that."

Holding the chopsticks, Xiahou Huan'er said with pride, "Let me tell you, I have done hard cross-country training before, and I don't believe that cooking two dishes can defeat me."

As soon as she finished speaking, a piece of braised pork stuffed into her mouth accurately.

"Eat." The calm and composed Master Xing retracted his chopsticks as if nothing had happened.

"Hmm..." It was a big piece of roast meat, Xiahou Huaner chewed hard, gave Dongfang Xing a resentful look, and then said to Love: "Take these two dishes away." Looking disgusted.

"Oh." Le Fu stepped forward to take it away, when a pair of chopsticks rested on the plate, and the cold light swept over her, causing her to let go of her hands immediately, and the hairs all over her body stood on end.

Damn, isn't it just two plates of burnt dishes, as if what she was going to take away was his sweetheart.

"Why don't you let her take it away? Let me tell you, I don't know how to eat. Even if you don't like wasting money, you can't force me..." Xiahou Huan'er's beautiful eyes suddenly widened, and she looked at him in disbelief , The chopsticks picked up a piece of something so charred that he couldn't identify it, and then put it in his mouth.

Calm and calm.

His face didn't change color, and his brows didn't even frown.

Xiahou Huan'er and Love were stunned at the same time.

It was so quiet that you could even hear a needle drop on the ground, except for the crackling sound of him eating 'coke'.

Seeing his chopsticks sticking out towards 'coke' again, Xiahou Huan'er quickly stretched out her hand to hold his wrist, blushing: "Actually, if you waste a little food, you won't be struck by lightning, but it will ruin your stomach if you barely eat it."

Dongfang Xing squinted her eyes, her face was frosty, she slapped her palm away, and the chopsticks still reached out to 'Coke', picked it up, and stuffed it into her mouth.

What is this guy trying to do?
Xiahou Huan'er struggled for a while, and finally stretched out her chopsticks, grabbed the 'coke', and said proudly: "We share the difficulties."

Before her chopsticks touched the plates, he slapped them away, and he moved the two plates of 'coke' to a place where she couldn't hold them.

Under the terrified eyes of the two women, Dongfang Xing silently and coldly killed the two plates of 'coke'.

In the end, Xiahou Huan'er concluded with a sigh: So he likes to eat different foods, and the corpse king is indeed the corpse king, with unique taste, and he cannot be generalized with others.

But is this really the case?

one by one
It was getting dark, Dongfang Xing went to the study, Xiahou Huan'er and Love were watching TV in the hall.

I didn't expect that the TV series 500 years later would be so hard to describe, Xiahou Huan'er couldn't watch it any longer.

(End of this chapter)