Leftover women marry wealthy families: different after marriage

Chapter 91
An Ran put the two bowls of noodles that had already been filled in front of Zhao Yunfeng, with a distant and indifferent attitude, "I just put another bag of noodles in the pot, if you are willing to give in, you can make do with it."

Zhao Yunfeng pinched his waist, his handsome facial features were tangled together, "I'm talking to you."

An Ran sat down and took a mouthful of noodles, then looked up at him and said, "Let's not talk about whether I can cook or not. I don't care if your mother cooks for your father or not. I just want to tell you that you have your own food." If you have a reason to marry me, I also have my reasons to marry you."

Speaking of this, An Ran put down the chopsticks in her hand, and said to Zhao Yunfeng very seriously: "Isn't it easy for your Zhao family to find someone to cook? Today I even called a part-time worker to clean I checked the hygiene. The leftovers we threw on the dining table last night were cleaned by part-time workers. I didn’t move my fingers. The only thing I did was to go to the supermarket and sell some of the most common and must-have items in the refrigerator. The things I prepared, of course, were paid for with the credit card you gave me."

After hearing An Ran's words, Zhao Yunfeng sat down face to face with her in astonishment, and asked, "Are you showing off your cards with me now? You are telling me that you are already a veritable noble lady when you marry me, so it is Can't do any housework, including cooking for her husband who hasn't had dinner?"

An Ran pushed the still hot noodles in front of Zhao Yunfeng, "I just want to tell you that I can't bear the false name of marrying into a wealthy family for nothing. I like this noodles."

After speaking, An Ran lowered her head and began to eat sweetly. Zhao Yunfeng frowned and pouted, but An Ran, who was so focused on eating noodles, didn't look at him at all, so she naturally didn't know that he was going crazy with anger at this time.

Reluctantly, Zhao Yunfeng looked down at the face under his chin, and saw that there were green vegetables, red tomatoes, yellow and white poached eggs, and pink ham, which looked colorful and appetizing. I couldn't help but picked up the chopsticks and ate.

Zhao Yunfeng, who had never disdained this kind of convenience food, looked up at An Ran after taking the first bite of noodles, and thought: This noodles not only looks good but also tastes great, it seems that she should be very happy too. can cook.

Zhao Yunfeng began to eat big mouthfuls, but An Ran suddenly said: "Today is an exception, and I won't even cook this noodle for you in the future."

(End of this chapter)