Cute Baby: Her Scum Husband

Two people went home, because Fu Qianchen had already cleaned up the house, all traces related to Lu Xuan had disappeared.

What happened to Zhang Junhao just now made both of them feel a little heavy, especially Qiao Yumeng. When she got home, she sat on the sofa and said nothing.

Fu Qianchen looked at her and had a lot to say, but he didn't know what to say at last. He just put the breakfast on the table and said to Qiao Yumeng, "I don't know what you like to eat, so I bought several kinds. After eating, I cooked some food and took me to the hospital to give hope."

"You also bought vegetables. What are you going to do for Xi?" Although the mood is still as dignified as just now, Qiao Yumeng knows that he can't go on like this, so he forces himself to come out of the unpleasantness just now and stands up to the table with a little surprise.

When I went there, I found that in addition to breakfast, Fu Qianchen also bought some fresh ribs and vegetables. Because I went there early, the vegetables were very fresh and even stained with dew.

"I don't know what Yuxi likes to eat. I just want to buy some spareribs to stew for her." Fu Qianchen raised his hand and scratched his head. Although Qiao Yuxi was so old, he was still a new father.

Qiao Yumeng nodded and sat at the table. "As long as you do it, Yuxi likes it. You don't know how happy I was when I was sick. She told me a lot about your cooking later. I just thought you were very good at scheming in the mall. I didn't expect you could even cook. You are really omnipotent."

Being praised by Qiao Yumeng, Fu Qianchen was a little embarrassed, and his ears began to turn red.

"Where I am omnipotent, there are a lot of things I will not."

"For example?" Qiao's words are full of eyebrows.

"Have a baby." Fu Qianchen did not want to answer, but after he said it, his face became hot. He wanted to get in through the cracks in the ground. He was a big man, no matter how powerful he was, he would not have a child.

"Poof However, Qiao Yumeng was amused by Fu Qianchen's embarrassed appearance and unexpected answer, and his depression was swept away in a flash.

When Qiao Yumeng smiles, a warm flower blooms on her lips. It seems that as long as she smiles, the color of heaven and earth will become warm. Fu Qianchen suddenly feels that there is nothing to be embarrassed about, as long as Qiao Yumeng is happy.

Because of this strange answer, the atmosphere of the dining table becomes harmonious, and Qiao Yumeng and Fu Qianchen get along more and more like husband and wife.

After breakfast, Qiao Yumeng was ready to clean up the dishes, but Fu Qianchen stopped her, "I'll come, you have a rest first."

Qiao Yumeng and Fu Qianchen are not polite. He nods and goes back to the room to clean up. After she finishes cleaning up, Fu Qianchen has finished washing the dishes and chopsticks, but listening to the sound, he is still in the kitchen.

Thinking of Fu Qianchen saying that he would make food for Qiao Yuxi, Qiao Yumeng goes in curiously. When she walks in, she finds that Fu Qianchen is actually cutting vegetables. Her movements and expression are very focused, and she is very skilled.

"The dishes I bought today don't match very well. It's better to cook the green vegetables soup. You can give Xi a vitamin supplement, but the spareribs are more troublesome. There is no side dish to match." Fu Qianchen cuts ginger silk and looks at Qiao Yumeng. The meaning is obvious. He wants Qiao Yumeng to give him some advice.

Qiao Yumeng nodded, thought for a while, and said: "spareribs can not only stew, but also make sweet and sour spareribs, but can you do it? Sweet and sour spareribs are troublesome to make. "

"No Fu Qianchen honest answer, soon or confident said: "but I can try to do a try."

Did not do, try to do, do the taste is certainly not good, Qiao language in the heart of the belly Fei a, but still not willing to fight Fu Qianchen's enthusiasm, nodded and said: "with your talent, learning must be very fast."

"But I'm not good at cooking." Fu Qianchen shows his hand and sees that Qiao Yumeng's mood is getting better, so is his mood.

"I believe you can." After saying this, Qiao Yumeng was a little distracted. No matter before or now, as long as it was what Fu Qianchen wanted to do, she believed that he could.

I don't know how many people flatter Fu Qianchen, but even if what they say is extravagant, Fu Qianchen never feels anything.

But such a simple sentence from Qiao Yumeng's mouth, he felt like eating honey, happy to fly up, just happened those unpleasant things are all forgotten.

He took out the spareribs is to remove the blood, with ginger cooking wine and other spices simple salting for a while, and then the pot of water.

A series of things in his work is not like cooking, but like writing calligraphy, which is very beautiful.Qiao Yumeng leaned against the kitchen door to watch him do all this, without intervening or giving him a voice to guide him.

Until Fu Qianchen fried the spareribs until they were slightly yellow and stewed in the right amount of water, Qiao Yumeng said in surprise: "didn't you say that you didn't make sweet and sour spareribs? But I think you're very skilled. It's not the first time you've done it. "

"Is it?" Fu Qianchen raised his hand and scratched his head. Looking at Qiao Yumeng's expression, he was a little surprised. "It's really my first time to do it, but..." he pointed to the mobile phone on the stove, "search the recipe, do it according to the recipe, if there is no recipe, I won't do it, I'm not so powerful."

Qiao Yumeng takes a look at his mobile phone. The cooking method of sweet and sour ribs is really on the screen of the mobile phone, but it's like a program. The ribs are not necessarily delicious, but Fu Qianchen made this level the first time. It's already very good.

"If it's me, I'm not as proficient as you in following the recipe."

Fu Qianchen was praised by Qiao Yumeng, but he didn't dare to be too proud. When the soup in the ribs was almost finished, he turned off the fire and started the pot.

"Try it first." Like a child who handed in his homework to the teacher, Fu Qianchen looked at Qiao Yumeng expectantly.

Fu Qianchen seldom shows this kind of expression. Qiao Yumeng thinks it's very cute. He reaches for the plate and takes it over. The ribs on the plate are Caramel colored and crystal clear in the light of the kitchen light, which makes people move their fingers.

The flavor of meat is mixed with sour and sweet taste, and saliva is secreted in her mouth. Qiao Yumeng has to admit that Fu Qianchen really has the talent to cook. Now she is totally salivating.

After taking chopsticks and holding a piece of spareribs in his mouth, Qiao Yumeng couldn't help smacking his tongue. However, the meat quality is a little old. It should be that the heat is not well controlled.