routine wife's day

Chapter 34 Actually, I Can Only Cook Instant Noodles

Leng Mohan didn't object, but looked at her back and sighed slightly.

Lin Yan went to the kitchen and looked at the rows of tableware neatly placed. She stroked them gently with her hands. They were white and smooth, and the tentacles were moist, but she couldn't use any of them.

Dazed, with nowhere to start.

Leng Mohan leaned on the sofa with his head up, feeling a little tired. He was supposed to work for two weeks, but he managed to finish it in one week. He got up at four or five o'clock every day, and went to bed at two or three o'clock. This time it was true. I'm tired.

She closed her eyes, slightly confused, opened them suddenly, and met Lin Yan's deer-like eyes. She was standing by the door and tilted her head to look at him.

"The noodles are cooked? So fast?" Leng Mohan asked with a slight smile on his lips.

"No..., that, how about I order you takeaway?" Lin Yan said awkwardly.

"how?"

"I, I can only cook instant noodles, I don't know how to cook that kind of raw noodles." Lin Yan lowered her head even more.

That appearance actually made Leng Mohan laugh out loud.

"fool."

Leng Mohan stood up, walked out of the room with steady steps and walked downstairs.

Lin Yan stood in the room in a daze. He seemed to have said two words just now. What was it? 'fool'?
There was a bit of pampering in that tone, which made her unable to get used to it for a long time.

There is a touch of sweetness in my heart.

Biting her lower lip, Lin Yan also came downstairs 5 minutes later.

Leng Mohan was not seen in the living room. When she was considering whether to call to order takeaway, she suddenly heard the sound of thumping in the kitchen.

Turning around and running into the kitchen, he saw Leng Mohan beating a few eggs in an apron that was slightly smaller than him, and there were tomatoes that had been cut into small pieces on the glazed table.

Such a scene looked a little funny, but it also shocked Lin Yan.

Leng Mohan actually knows how to cook. Judging from this action, he is still very skillful.

In the past two years of marriage, she didn't know, she never knew, she was working hard to be a good wife, but she didn't know her husband at all.

"Go to the living room and watch TV, and you'll have something to eat in a while." Leng Mohan said while smashing the eggs with chopsticks.

Lin Yan blinked and asked, "Don't you need my help?"

Leng Mohan glanced back at her and didn't speak, and Lin Yan didn't have the nerve to go to the living room and wait for food, so such a scene appeared in the huge kitchen.

A tall man wearing a small apron is busy adding water to cook noodles, cutting vegetables, and frying vegetables, while the little woman behind him follows him every step of the way, like a follower. Wherever he goes, she follow where.

She looked down at his steps, step by step, although her steps were not as big as his, they were in line with his steps, like a shadow.

Finally started cooking, Leng Mohan turned his head and glanced at Lin Yan, and found that she was looking at his walking steps boredly, smiled slightly, held the spatula in one hand, and stretched out the other hand to Lin Yan, saying: " Yanyan, help me get the candy."

Lin Yan raised her head abruptly, and there was a kind of light that could be called joy in her eyes, and then happily ran to the glass platform on the other side to get a jar of white things, and handed it to Leng Mohan as if offering a treasure.

He raised his lips and smiled, lifted the lid of the jar, then frowned, a little laughing, it seemed that he really overestimated his little wife's culinary accomplishments.

(End of this chapter)