Cute Wife 1v1: Uncle, please love me

Yu Hongyuan lives not far from his company.

It's a house with three bedrooms, one living room, one bathroom and one kitchen.

Yu xiaonuan used to live here. He shared a room with Yu Hongyuan. The remaining room was Yu Hongyuan's study.

After Yu xiaonuan came back from England, he didn't come back here very much. He was sleeping in Tang Yuheng's villa.

Yu Hongyuan lives in a hospital. It's no fun for her to come back.

During her two years of study in England, Yu xiaonuan did her own housework, so it was quick to do it. With Yu Hongyuan's help, the room soon became clean.

It took two people an hour to clean up the suite.

But Yu xiaonuan can't cook. In the past, there was an aunt who could cook at home, but because Yu Hongyuan was hospitalized during this period, she let her have a holiday.

"Dad, why don't I make some egg noodles?" Yu xiaonuan thought that he couldn't do anything else. It shouldn't be difficult to cook noodles. Fortunately, Yu xiaonuan also anticipated that her family had no one to live in for such a long time, and there were no ingredients left, so when she passed by the supermarket, she went in and bought some simple ingredients.

"Can you do it?" Yu Hongyuan doubts.

"Of course, don't look down on me." Yu xiaonuan strides into the kitchen, confident.

Half an hour later, Yu xiaonuan came out with a disheartened face and a green vegetable leaf hanging on his head.

Yu Hongyuan is very ruthless ridicule: "is not that ok? Is the noodles ready? "

"Dad, you didn't tell me that the dish would fly in the pan. And the egg, how can it be burnt in a pot, so it doesn't give me face... "Yu xiaonuan said depressed.

Just now when she threw the vegetables into the pot, she was startled. The oil splashed the vegetables directly out.

If she hadn't got the lid in time, it would have splashed on her. And the egg, it can't be fried at all!

Yu Hongyuan pointed to Yu xiaonuan's head.

Yu xiaonuan touched the leaves on her head and took them down. It must have been made by her carelessly when she was just in a hurry in the kitchen. Fortunately, she didn't cook, otherwise she would be burned to death.

Yu Hongyuan said with a helpless smile: "OK, dad should do it."

Yu xiaonuan said: "how can you do that? Dad, you just got out of the hospital. How can you be tired? Let's order takeout."

"No, it's just two bowls of egg noodles. I'm not tired. Your father is not that old. "

Yu Hongyuan said and entered the kitchen.

In the body with an apron, skilled start to wash vegetables, below.

Yu xiaonuan knows that Yu Hongyuan can cook, though his skill is not so good.

Yu used to cook occasionally when she lived at home.

Yu xiaonuan followed, helped to wash vegetables, and learned how to do it by the way.

Soon, Yu Hongyuan cooked two bowls of egg noodles.

At the dinner table, Yu xiaonuan was eating noodles with relish and asked: "Dad, I haven't eaten what you made for a long time. It's delicious. "

Yu Hongyuan said with a smile: "don't praise dad. Dad knows for himself that my skill can only be regarded as average. Your mother's noodles are delicious. "

Yu xiaonuan's chopsticks were stunned. Her mother died. She was eight years old.

In the image, my mother has always been a gentle person, cooking is delicious, gentle to my father.

She was very skinny when she was a child, but her mother never beat her and always treated her very well.

Although Yu xiaonuan did not forget before she was six years old, those two years alone can also make her remember her mother's many good things.