Late Marriage: Warm Wife, Let's Get Married

After Lin Xiaohui left, the whole house seemed more quiet. The doctor didn't prescribe medicine for her. He just said that she would recover in the morning after a day's rest.

At noon, she went to Lezhen and lezhu's room to have a look. Both babies slept soundly, and she finally put her heart down.

Tang qianrong has been in his room since then. Of course, an Jingxing doesn't bother him if he can. But after watching for most of the morning, he still hasn't eaten anything. An Jingxing is too hungry to cook noodles for himself in the kitchen.

Who knows, as soon as I went out, I ran into Tang qianrong and walked down the stairs.

Seeing an Jingxing, Tang qianrong's eyes flashed slightly, and his expression was no different from usual: "cooking?"

He asked.

Anjing was stunned for a moment and then bowed his head and said, "I'm going to cook noodles."

After saying that, he felt something wrong and hurriedly added, "does Mr. Tang eat too?"

"Well, cook me one, too." Tang qianrong said, walked to the table, sat down where he sat yesterday, took the earliest Wall Street newspaper on the table and read it.

Remembering the scene where the two of them ate noodles together last night, anjingxing somehow felt a little nervous.

Beat eggs and boil water skillfully.

Just as anjingxing was about to put the noodles into the pot, a low voice came from behind.

"Yesterday's noodles were too hard, the eggs were too old, there was a little too much salt, and the tomatoes were too big."

Tang qianrong's voice was not loud, but an Jingxing blushed every time she heard a word. Yesterday was her first time to cook noodles for others. Although she didn't think he would give any good evaluation, she was embarrassed by such direct and undisguised criticism.

"Hold... Sorry."

"After Xiaohui leaves, you will take over her work. I'll find someone else for the cleaning work. But cooking is up to you. I'm not used to eating meals cooked by strangers. " Tang qianrong looked at the newspaper in his hand with a natural attitude.

An Jingxing didn't think anything was wrong, but she didn't expect that Tang qianrong, who was so picky, would give himself the job of cooking.

I wanted to refuse, but I thought of his sentence. I'm not used to eating meals cooked by strangers. Some hesitation, does this mean that the man began to trust himself?

If so, wouldn't it be impolite to refuse directly? Thinking of this, Anjing finally nodded.

This time, Anjing's noodles were made according to Tang qianrong's requirements. Without saying anything, Tang qianrong picked up his chopsticks and ate them.

Tang qianrong's eating posture is very elegant and pleasing to the eye. Looking at Tang qianrong eating all the noodles, an Jingxing found that although the man is very picky, he has eaten none of the noodles he cooked last night or today.

Perhaps out of his respect... After all, he is a very gentleman man.

It must be so.

Don't allow yourself to think more. Anjing hurried to clean up the table, put the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher, dried them and put them into the disinfection cabinet. I thought Tang qianrong had left long ago, but I didn't expect to look back. Tang qianrong still sat in his original position and looked at himself deeply.

If at ordinary times, a man looked at herself with such a sight, she almost thought he might be his secret love, but now, she would never think so.

After all, this man... Doesn't match the word secret love at all! And she knew she wasn't attractive enough.

"You said last time that you would help me earn 100 million. Now, do you still have confidence?" The man opened his mouth slowly. His low voice was like a nice cello. The sound was exciting.