Flash marriage president is too dominant

"Well, I still want to eat shrimp. By the way, fry some for me!"

Looking back at the eyes of someone who suddenly became clever behind him, Feng Yiting nodded:

"Well, I see! Who else can smash the shrimp into pieces and poke it into mud? Didn't I teach you how to remove the shrimp line? "

How did you make it so miserable? The shrimp is in her hands. It's a standard skeleton!

After scratching his head, Ji Qianyu could only dry smile: "I used a toothpick... The shrimp is too fat and strong, so it was broken -"

She couldn't learn his skills. Unexpectedly, she picked it with the simplest toothpick, but it was not clean several times!

"Hehe, stupid is stupid and cunning!" Guess it's obsessive-compulsive disorder again?

Simple and washed, Feng Yiting also looked back at her: "another half an hour?"

If he comes in at 6:00 on time, I guess she'll have to be in a hurry in the kitchen!

Sure enough, I know her too well!

She bowed her head and stuck out her tongue. Ji Qianyu blushed and refused to admit that the four shrimps made her forehead sweat. She turned around and pulled out the rich man's apron on the chair. Ji Qianyu got into his arms and skillfully put it on him:

"Husband, help me fry. Put more scallions. It's delicious. I like ~ eggplant. Put it last! Would you like pasta as your staple food tonight? If you're not at home tomorrow, you'll have to spend the night with rice. It's a lot of waste! "

"Good!"

While talking, Feng Yiting was on fire, and Ji Qianyu also walked around behind him. Although she couldn't do it, she still knew what to use. She handed him a dish and started from time to time. She was still quite professional.

But when the fire was big or ran up occasionally, her first reaction was always to hold her head and cover her face, because Feng Yiting was blocked in front. Now her reaction is much better, just stand behind him.

After contact, Feng Yiting probably learned something: she is a little afraid of open fire!

Although not to the point of fear, she is not slow in dealing with fire and emergencies, but she won't react at all!

Because there are servants at home, he actually has no special requirements for her about the kitchen. They are also very casual and treat them as an interest or interest. The occasional small days are also different!

"Husband, husband, over there, it's on!"

While frying the steak, he also fried the tripe. He fried it several times, sealed Yiting, added the seasoning, and poured in the shredded green pepper. He opened fire on both sides and was still comfortable. Two steps behind him, Ji Qianyu was still patting his chest and taking a deep breath.

Seeing her, she was surprised. Many times, she thought the kitchen was going to be on fire. Feng Yiting was not surprised. After turning off the fire, she quickly took out the pot and put it on the plate. She also washed the pot easily.

Holding the plate, Ji Qianyu smiled and narrowed his eyes: "it smells good!"

Put it on one side of the table. She also gave Feng Yiting a thumbs up. Seeing that he began to turn over the steak, she leaned against his firm back and leaned over:

"Husband, you're great! As the saying goes, the man who cooks is the most handsome! "

"Well, it's rare for a little daughter-in-law who can't cook!"

Turning back, he glanced at her, took the steak out of the pot, put it on the plate with shrimp and side dishes, turned back, sealed a temper and ordered her pretty nose:

"The mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter! Don't flatter me, flattery, it won't happen again! "

He wrinkled his nose. When he was drenched with hot soup, Ji Qianyu consciously put the fried steak in their respective positions according to their preferences, and unconsciously said:

[that's what you said last time ~]

When she went to get red wine and prepare tableware, Feng Yiting quickly fried eggplant, and they almost went to the table at the same time.

He untied his apron for him, and Ji Qianyu ran around again. He took off his apron and put it away more like him. Then he folded back to his seat, picked up his wine glass and touched Feng Yiting:

"My husband has worked hard ~ work first for respect!"

Ji Qianyu raised his glass with great pride. Feng Yiting couldn't help laughing, raised his hand and stopped her: "OK, I'll take your mind and just do it! Don't drink so much, save your belly for shrimp! "

How else can she be worthy of her clean Kung Fu of removing shrimp lines?

Since she recovered from her leg injury, Feng Yiting obviously felt that she was more beautiful and cheerful than before. He just felt very happy looking at her like this!

It's a wonderful and unspeakable feeling to be with her! Anyway, good!

After taking a sip, Feng Yiting put down his glass and picked up his knife and fork!

"Yes!"

With the same sip, Ji Qianyu grabbed an oily shrimp and pulled the shell. He didn't forget to suck and smack his small mouth on the shrimp shell. His narrowed eyes were also full of enjoyment:

"Husband, the shrimp used to be eaten for nothing. What is the original flavor of cooking with water? In fact, it's best to stew with scallion oil. It's fresh and tender!"

He gracefully divided the steak, and Feng Yiting just gently pulled the corners of his lips: what's free to eat? She was injured and taboo to forget, didn't she? Before, she didn't eat less!

It's just that she hasn't been allowed to touch it some time ago. After all, it's hair and bad for the wound. I'm afraid she has a big appetite when I can eat. I'm still steaming her in water. It's been a long time. It's estimated that even she has forgotten how she used to eat!

Enjoy the delicious steak and eat your favorite tripe from time to time. Looking at the woman struggling with the shrimp opposite, Feng Yiting only feels that the night, soft light, beauty, a few whispers, delicious food and life can also be very beautiful calmly!

The most common thing to fill your belly, but they both enjoy it.

At the end of a wonderful meal, Ji Qianyu also consciously cleaned up everything, washed the dishes and cleaned up. She still could, and did a good job. Subconsciously, she felt that someone should cook the dishes by herself. Therefore, she was very diligent and conscious:

"Uh huh, Lala ~"

After cleaning up, she didn't forget to hum a tune, as if she were doing the happiest thing. She still held a red wine cup in her hand. After watching her for a long time, she drank the last mouthful and Feng Yiting put the wine cup on the side of the washing pool:

"What interesting thing happened today? So happy? "

Can you sing a tune in the kitchen?

"Huh?" Obviously stunned, he turned his head and looked at him. Ji Qianyu told him about the crop in the supermarket: "husband, am I smart? Don't you see what that woman looks like when she's angry with me? "