Warm wife strikes

Chapter 972 Under the Starry Sky (1)
Wu Qiqi didn't answer Wu Ma's words, and was immersed in her own desperate little world by herself.

Wu Ma hurriedly went to find her husband, Wu Botao, but Wu Botao was not at home at this time, so she had no choice but to go to Wu Mingxuan.

When Wu Mingxuan heard what Mama Wu said about Wu Qiqi, he quickly put down the agreement in his hand and ran to the courtyard. Seeing Wu Qiqi sitting on the ground alone, he felt pain in his heart and walked over carefully. He asked, "Qiqi, are you alright?"

Hearing Wu Mingxuan's voice, Wu Qiqi felt even more desperate in her heart, but she still hid all her despair, a smile appeared on her face, she got up, turned around, and looked at Wu Mingxuan, "It's okay, but my body is a little weak , let you and mother worry, I will go back to the room first."

Walking past Wu Mingxuan, she felt that it took her a lot of effort, and she almost couldn't stand up. However, she told him last night that after he fulfilled her little request, he would not do it again. It disturbed him, so she bit her lip until she bled, aroused her will, and continued to walk towards her boudoir.

"Mingxuan, you and Qiqi are both young people. If you talk to her, Mom thinks there must be something in her heart, otherwise she is too abnormal today." Wu Ma watched her daughter dragging her tired body After entering the boudoir, she felt unspeakably worried.

Wu Mingxuan nodded solemnly, then followed Wu Qiqi's footsteps into her boudoir, and the door was also closed.

Seeing Wu Mingxuan coming in, Wu Qiqi ignored him, poured himself a glass of water and sat on the edge of the bed, "What are you doing here?"

"Mom asked me to come in and talk to you." Wu Mingxuan found a stool and sat down, his voice a little stiff.

"What's there to talk about with me? I'm in a bad mood today. You should know that there's no need to talk to me again. You can go out. I just need a few days, and I'll recover after a few days." Wu Qiqi tried her best to keep herself strong, and stopped crying in front of him, her hand holding the teacup tightened a bit.

But at this time, in the small courtyard of Fu Ya and Jun Luochuan.

"Luo Chuan, did you talk to Wu Mingxuan today?" When Fu Ya came back, she had already seen Jun Luochuan at home, but Jun Luochuan was not in the house, but in the kitchen, as if he was tinkering with something .

"Well, I've talked to him, let's not talk about that matter for now, Xiaoya, come and try my handicraft, and see how you like it." Jun Luochuan waved at Fu Ya, with a friendly tone and a little anticipation.

Fu Ya sniffed, smelling a burning smell, and her heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Jun Luochuan made another dish with no visible ingredients like yesterday?

Jun Luochuan saw that Fu Ya came in with a very unwilling expression, and said bitterly: "Xiaoya, what is your expression? I don't want you to rush to the execution ground."

"Um, where is your cooking? Where is it?" Fu Ya directly ignored the resentment in Jun Luochuan's beautiful eyes.

"It's the soup, I'll make a bowl for you to taste." Jun Luochuan saw that his expression was ignored by Fu Ya, and there was more resentment in his eyes, but, thinking that he had boiled the whole afternoon Finally, I have achieved something, and I want to show it in front of my beloved woman.

When Fu Ya watched Jun Luochuan open the lid on a beautiful porcelain, a fresh fragrance came to her nostrils, and her eyes burst into a dazzling light. After playing outside with Wu Qiqi for a long time, she still hasn't heard of it. After eating, when she came home and heard that Jun Luochuan asked her to try his cooking, she was pleasantly surprised, but when she smelled the burnt smell, the surprise disappeared, but Unexpectedly, at this time, she actually smelled such a delicate fragrance, which directly hooked the glutton in her stomach.

She couldn't wait to run to Jun Luochuan's side, and looked up at Jun Luochuan's soup. When Jun Luochuan filled a bowl of soup, she couldn't wait to reach out to pick it up, but Jun Luochuan Move the bowl aside, "The soup is still hot just out of the pot."

"Did you cook these? Or did Mama Wu come here to cook them?" Fu Ya stared at the bowl in Jun Luochuan's right hand with bright eyes, and seeing the steaming chicken soup, she couldn't help stretching out the soup when she was already hungry. She licked her lips with her fragrant tongue, looking greedy.

"Of course I made it." Jun Luochuan said ostentatiously, but when he saw that Fu Ya's eyes were not on him, but on the bowl in his right hand, he immediately felt good. She stepped back, moved her right hand, and immediately put her right hand behind her back to prevent Fu Ya from seeing the bowl of soup. There was a handsome guy in front of her. She didn't look at it, but went to see the bowl of soup. It was so sad .

Fu Ya saw that Jun Luochuan hid the bowl, so she could only lick her lips, and then turned her attention to Jun Luochuan. Yesterday's Jun Luochuan couldn't even start a fire, and yesterday's Jun Luochuan The cooked dish was as black as charcoal, she really didn't expect that this bowl of soup that drew out the greedy worms in her body just by the smell was made by him. Only one day passed before and after this, his So much progress in cooking?How can I make her believe it.

"Okay, stop bragging, even if you say it was made by Wu Ma, I won't laugh at you."

"I really brewed it." Jun Luochuan hurriedly explained, afraid that Fu Ya would not believe what he said, he pointed to a pile of dark things in the corner next to him and said, "Look, those are the products of failure."

Knowing that Fu Ya likes to drink black-bone chicken soup, he also wanted to learn how to stew it. However, yesterday's kitchen experience was unforgettable in his life, so he asked Wu Ma for some kitchen secrets after dinner this morning. , and after many experiments, he finally made a pot of black-bone chicken soup that smelled sweet.

(End of this chapter)