Flash marriage into love:Hello,my cold husband!

Ben didn't want to disturb her dream.

But yunmo looked at her like this, could not help bending down and sticking it in front of her body, and gently dropped a kiss on her cheek.

Qiao Xiaoan didn't wake up. Instead, he murmured and slept more soundly.

This nonsense makes yunmo a little uncontrollable.

I really want to do something with her.

remembered that he had recently taken care of his grandfather in the hospital. Except for the time when he went back to the Oriental Pearl for the night, he never had any other life in that respect for the rest of the time.

It's hard for her.

He got up, went to the window and drew the shade curtain.

Afraid of the bad air in the room, I specially left a small gap in the French window outside the curtain.

The room soon darkened, and the light loomed. It was suitable for a beautiful sleep.

Then he crept out of the bedroom and carefully closed the door.

When Qiao Xiaoan woke up, it was already noon.

returned to the Oriental Pearl Tower from eight in the morning for three hours.

When I wake up, the curtain beside the window is gently thrown up by the wind. There is a strong light through the window, which is in sharp contrast to the darkness in the room.

This dark, a bright, let her more sleepy.

Get up and lean on the head of the bed, knead his head and try to recall.

Didn't you get in Adam's car, how did you get back to this bedroom?

Did amo bring her back?

I think the gap at the window must have been left by ah mo.

He pulled the curtains up on purpose.

She wanted to wear shoes, but there were no shoes beside the bed. She thought that maybe amo helped her take them off at the porch.

He went down the stairs barefoot.

The sunlight outside the villa is particularly bright, and the potted plants on the stairway and stairway are particularly bright green.

Qiao Xiaoan walked every step, the mood is special sunshine.

It's like the bright spring outside.

Just walked to the stairwell, heard the sound in the kitchen, guess must be Wu Ma is making lunch.

But from the stairway to the front, through the arched partition door, I saw the spacious living room, red candles.

There are red wine, red wine cup, beautiful tableware.

How can Wu Ma handle this?

She was a little curious.

Is it not Ma Wu who cooks in the kitchen.

Ah Mo?

Qiao Xiaoan didn't rush to put on his shoes and ran into the kitchen barefoot.

Standing at the door, he saw Ah Mo in his apron, busy in the spacious kitchen.

The pot is rolling, not western food, but Chinese food, as if Sichuan food.

Because she likes Sichuan food?

It's easy to smell spicy, fragrant, strong and pungent.

Ah Mo's figure in the apron looks like a man at home.

Wearing home clothes, rolled up the sleeves, like a kitchen expert, when turning over the spatula, there is no trouble.

She hasn't seen amo cook for a long time.

Although there is a smell of cooking fume in the kitchen, and the smell of Sichuan cuisine is very heavy.

But she walked forward barefoot and leaned up from behind. Her arms were wrapped around his waist, her face was close to his back, and she felt the smell of lampblack on his body.

Slowly, eyes closed.

Cloud ink slightly turns back, "wake up?"

She was wearing white socks and no shoes.

He turned down the fire on the stove and turned around.

She let him go, too.

"Why don't you wear shoes?"

"Didn't you take it off for me?"

Oh, he forgot that when he was in the porch, he took it off for her.

And there are no slippers in the room.

Then she went out in a hurry. After half a minute, she took a pair of Kitty's slippers and crouched at her feet.

Standing up, smiling, "put it on."

Qiao Xiaoan put on the shoes obediently, saw him standing in front of the kitchen table again, stir frying in the pot.

He said, "boiled beef, I learned it online, I don't know how it tastes."

Qiao Xiaoan looked at the kitchen counter, "what are the three pots of boiled beef in your pot? Is it boiled meat?"

"All boiled beef."

"Why four?"

"The three portions are wasted and have no tender taste. The current dishes are not good at craftsmanship. "

“……” So, for the sake of this smooth and tender voice, did he cook the same dish several times?

"Do it a few more times, and you'll do it later."

“……”

"If it's not to your taste, Joe, don't give up."Qiao Xiaoan was very moved. He was so sweet that he couldn't say anything for a moment.

Only quietly looking at him, will cook the boiling material turn down the fire, and put a small half pot of oil in another pot.

Let the oil simmer slowly in the pan.

Can clearly smell the smell of olive oil.

The beef in the glass basin was flooded again and again. It seemed that he had put flour, eggs and various ingredients.

The last piece of beef will be placed in the spoon, and so on the hot oil fried in the pot once, seven cooked, immediately start the pot.

This and boiled material, together with the pot, sprinkle with scallion, coriander, pepper.

"This one must be very tender. Would you like to try it first?"

“……”

"No, I'll try again." He had already handed her a pair of chopsticks.

"No Qiao Xiaoan shook his head. "It must be delicious. Even if the taste is not authentic, I will eat all of it."

He asked her to try, and she had already carried this piece of boiled beef and carefully walked out.

"Be careful with the heat." He reminded her behind her.

After she took the dish out, the fish head with chopped peppers in the cloud ink pot was also in the pot. After being drenched with oil, she helped to carry it out.

So repeatedly, several dishes came out of the pot.

Yunmo specially covered each dish with dishes and took off his apron, "wait for me for ten minutes."

She sat across the table, blinking with a smile, "OK."

This 10 minutes, he went upstairs to take a quick bath, washed away the smell of lampblack and changed into a clean suit.

When I came to her again, I had already closed all the sunshade curtains with the remote control.

Qiao Xiaoan feels mysterious.

Is this a special day?

He lit the candles one by one and sat down beside her. "Joe, you like Chinese food. It's only Chinese food candlelight."

"It's romantic, too." She sat on the side of the chair, looking at the gentleman's demeanor, his face angular, "Mo, what day is today?"

“……” He pretended to frown.

"First, my mother had to drive me back. And then your candlelight lunch? "

"Have you forgotten?" Yun Mo asked deliberately.

"Don't tease me, just tell me."

"Think again?"

“……” She shook her head.

He didn't blame her, because her recent thoughts have been on how to take care of the old man.

It's normal to forget their wedding anniversary.

Then he raised his hand and pinched the tip of her nose, smiling and reminding, "today is April 3."

She still didn't remember.

He added, "what were we doing on April 3, the year before last?"

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