Hot wife lives in the field

Compared with the bustle of the yuan family, the new year's eve of the Bai family is extremely desolate.

A few days before New Year's Eve, Bai Zhuoyan took the leave of his servants and asked them to go home and spend New Year's Eve with their families. In such a big white house, only he and Xiao Baifeng were left.

A burst of smoke diffused from the pot room, and Bai Zhuoyan, who was choked, ran out of the pot room, "ah Feng, I said you should make a fire, how can you tear down the kitchen at home?"

Xiao Baifeng, who came out from behind, heard this and glared at Bai Zhuoyan discontentedly: "if you can't stand it, will you come?"

Bai Zhuoyan confessed immediately.

He was born in the Bai family since he was a child. All these years, he has been served by his family. Where he has done such work, he naturally can't cook.

He looked at the kitchen where the smoke was pouring out. He was worried: "the day before yesterday, you said you had no problem. Now I'm relieved to send all my servants away. Now I'm afraid we'll all starve to death."

When Xiao Baifeng heard this, her eyes also showed some shame.

When he saw someone cooking, he could finish it in a few minutes. He thought it was a very easy thing, but he didn't expect it to be so difficult~

Bai Zhuoyan has never done this. Why has he ever done it?

Ten or twenty years ago, he was also a noble young master in the hands of the Xiao family. Later, when the Xiao family was in decline, Yuan Mingzhu offered it to him, and Jiren hall kept it. He didn't think about cooking.

Xiao Baifeng was in a trance and couldn't help pushing the man on her side: "Hey, how did we both come here in Raji a few years ago?"

After Xiao Baifeng said that, Bai Zhuoyan also thought about it seriously, but he was helpless.

In sum, they have been together for many years, and they have never cooked in Raji.

With this thought, they looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

"Brother Yan, your face is black."

Bai Zhuoyan couldn't help looking at him: "where do you think you will be better than me?" Bai Zhuoyan said, raising his hand and wiping the gray and black on his face with his sleeve.

"Brother Yan, why don't we go to the restaurant tonight." Xiao Baifeng looks at Bai Zhuo and says.

Bai Zhuoyan said helplessly: "on New Year's Eve in Hongcheng, even if there is a restaurant open, it's reserved early. We're so rash to go there. We're afraid we can't eat anything. It seems that you're destined to accompany me tonight."

A strange cry came.

Xiao Baifeng looked down at her stomach, raised her head and said pitifully, "but I'm hungry ~"

Bai Zhuo Yan just wanted to comfort him, but he heard his stomach cry twice. He immediately gave an embarrassed smile: "shall I try to cook porridge?"

Xiao Baifeng's eyes lit up in an instant.

Bai Zhuoyan is better than Xiao Baifeng.

At least the fire was set on fire.

After lighting the fire, he put the rice into the pot according to the steps he remembered, and then mixed it with water. After the pot was covered, Xiao Baifeng said: "brother Yan, have you washed your rice yet?"

Bai Zhuoyan was a little uncertain and said: "wash it ~"

Xiao Baifeng

So, he changed a few water, it is washed rice.

Xiao Baifeng was watching, but she didn't say anything. Anyway, the two old men didn't care so much.

The method is the same, just the porridge——

Bai Zhuoyan tasted a mouthful, raised his eyes to look at Xiao Baifeng, and asked tentatively: "otherwise, let's find a way to eat?"

Xiao Baifeng looked at the half cooked porridge in the pot——

Rice, to be exact, nodded heavily.

When they packed up and walked out of Baifu, a carriage stopped in front of them