Doting addiction: sweet wife can not be bullied

Chapter 559 Let's Make Soup

Because of An An's trouble in the kitchen, An's mother was cooking faster than usual for at least an hour, and An's father had to eat fruit to fill his stomach, otherwise he would only starve to death.

Why does he have such an unfilial daughter? Hasn't she already thrown it out?Why are you still making trouble?
Father Ann was really hungry. He sometimes ate at the research institute at noon. The food there was just filling his stomach for a person who ate at home all the year round, but he was already hungry soon, so he They all keep their stomachs and eat at home.

"Dad, brother, it's time to eat." An An stood by the table in the dining room and called loudly.

"Dad, let's eat." Brother An couldn't deny that he was already hungry.

But before cooking, he couldn't say that he was hungry in front of his father.

"Today we have braised pork ribs, chicken soup with chestnuts, scrambled eggs with tomato, um, and eggplant stew." An An excitedly began to report the name of the dish, looking at her father and brother happily.

"You didn't do it, what are you so happy for?" Brother An looked at his sister with a funny face, what happened to that proud face?
An An looked at her brother unhappily: "I helped, it's all because of me."

"Come on, if it weren't for you, we would have eaten a long time ago, look at Dad." Brother An pointed to the fruit core that Dad An ate on the table.

An's father: "cough cough"

An An followed her brother's eyes suspiciously, and when she saw the fruit stones on the table, her face flushed red: "I'm sorry Dad, I'm inside so Mom is slow in cooking, I'm really sorry."

It looks so regretful.

Papa An waved his hand: "Okay, eat quickly."

Anyway, even if he said it, An An wouldn't listen to his words, and his daughter had such a heart, he couldn't hit her like this.

"Mom, it's time to eat." An An sat on the table and began to knock on the bowl, waiting for her mother to bring the last dish to start the meal.

Eating at home should wait for the mother who cooks the hardest to come together.

"Eat, eat more food, you haven't come back for a long time." Mother An brought food for An An.

An An nodded, clamped the ribs with chopsticks and lowered her head to eat fiercely: "It's still mom...cough cough, mom's cooking is delicious."

"Did you not live well in Yunmo's house? Is their food not delicious?" Mother An asked while picking up vegetables for An An.

I was very worried, but thinking about it, An An was used to living in her own home, and later moved to Yunmo Villa, which was better.

Afterwards, she lost her memory. An An seldom left home. Even if she ate at school, she often came back to cook at night, and rarely ate out. Now she has to live with someone else. She must not be used to eating.

And An An is very sensitive, she is always worried that others will dislike her, so she should be very restrained.

In addition, some time ago, when An An was hospitalized, almost all the food she ate was brought from home, only occasionally when she was not free, it was cooked by the chef of the Yun family.

"None of the dishes in their family are as delicious as those made by my mother." An An chewed vigorously.

An An's father was very hungry at first, but seeing An An's appearance, he lost his appetite.

The same is true for Brother An. Seeing An An's appearance like a ghost entering the village, he lost his appetite. Although he always disliked An An in his mouth, he was actually worried about An An in his heart.

Seeing her like this is also a little distressing. I knew that An An would not get used to it, but I didn't expect it to be as if I didn't eat.

An An ate hard, and finally filled her stomach. When she raised her head, she found that the whole family was watching her eat.

"What's the matter with you? What are you staring at me for?" It's really strange, and——don't look at me like this, okay?

"It's okay." Brother An lowered his head and picked up the few dishes left on the plate.

An's father also bowed his head to pick up the food, although there was really nothing on the plate.

An An also discovered this problem. There was still a lot of rice in everyone's bowls, but there was nothing on the plate, and her face flushed instantly: "Sorry, I seem to have eaten too much, but the rice made by my mother is really delicious. "

"No one blames you, An An, if you're really not used to living there, you can move back." Mother An's heart is for her daughter, and in her eyes, she can't let her be wronged no matter what.

"No, I won't give up Yunmo to others, I want to break his heart." An An clenched her fists, ready to stand up.

Brother An's mouth twitched: "An'an, your head isn't burned out, is it?"

"What." An An stared at her brother, and what he said seemed to mean that her head was not good.

"Yun Mo already liked you, so why do you do such useless things again." Brother An felt amazing.

"That's what you think. In fact, I heard from Yun Mo that we have known each other for more than six or seven years, and we have been together for more than five years." An An put her chin in her hand: "Why? I never feel that Yunmo loves me."

"Idiot." Brother An shook his head helplessly, Yun Mo liked An An, everyone could tell, but she still felt that Yun Mo was not good enough for her.

An'an puffed up her face: "I won't tell you anymore, I'll go take a shower and then come out to watch TV."

She stood up and cheered into her room.

Mother An had nothing to say, because she really didn't know how to explain to An An that her son-in-law really liked her—forget it, let's just think that she broke her head.

An An stayed at An's house for one night, and the next day she got up from the bed and ran to her mother without being called, and followed her like a little follower.

"An Qingran, how long are you going to follow me?" An's mother turned to look at An An with the plate in her hand. Just now, because An An stood here, she almost burned her fans.

An An pursed her mouth: "I want to know how to make breakfast."

"You should cook soup properly, okay? You cook soup and you like to drink Yunmo, and your craftsmanship is good, so why not do it?" Mother An explained.

"Really?" An An said happily.

"Really, you used to make soup for Yunmo often, and Yunmo liked it very much." Mother An said.

An An touched her chin: "Then let me try first."

Mother Ann breathed a sigh of relief - she finally listened, and I was finally going to be liberated.

In order to try it first, An An took the ingredients at home, cooked a pot of soup under the guidance of Mother An, and put it in a thermos.I am going to go to the company to deliver it to Yunmo, let him taste it first, if he likes it, I will make soup for Yunmo in the future.

An An hummed a song, took a thermos bottle, got into a taxi, and went to Yun Mo's office.

(End of this chapter)