Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Although the small kitchen is only more than 30 square meters, it has complete things. The shelves on the wall are very rich in ingredients and all kinds of seasonings.

I opened the refrigerator. There were some seasonal green vegetables in it, but it wasn't much special. It was just for emergency.

And there is a small box of eggs on the bottom of the refrigerator.

Ye Qingcheng looked like this and could only make some simple food.

She took a deep breath, stood on tiptoe, took a handful of noodles from the shelf, and then took some fresh vegetables, two eggs and some ham from the refrigerator.

When the fire was turned on, ye Qingcheng poured some water to boil. The water rolled and the rising dense fog.

Taking advantage of this moment, ye Qingcheng rinsed vegetables on the washstand, and then picked them carefully.

The water was splashing and the pot was boiling.

But it seems unusually quiet.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes were red and swollen. She picked up the washed vegetables, dried the water in the small basin next to her, and then began to cut the vegetables.

When the water boiled, she opened the lid again, pulled out the noodles and went up and down a little.

The water vapor rose in an instant and curled around her eyes. Ye Qingcheng was not ready. He could not help but turn his head sideways and coughed slightly.

She poked it with her chopsticks to prevent the noodles from sticking.

After covering the pot and being stuffy for a while, ye Qingcheng put the cut vegetables and ham in.

She raised her head and looked at the watch in the corner. It still needs to be simmered for more than 10 minutes.

Ye Qingcheng leaned against the stove and stared at it. It seemed that as long as she calmed down, her heart would be miserable. It seemed that there was stuffy steam rising all the time, blurring her heart and tingling.

As soon as she calmed down, she kept emerging. Before that, she was cooking in the kitchen, and then Dongfang Shijin came back at a fixed time every day. The first thing he did after he came back must be that he didn't even have time to change his clothes, and then walked into the kitchen and quietly appeared behind her to hold her while she wasn't paying attention.

She also always smiles, takes out a little of the freshly prepared food, and puts a spoon close to it to let the Oriental world brocade taste it.

Fortunately, the mushroom soup tastes very good

[where is it? It's obviously a little salty. Try today's pumpkin porridge.]

Great, the most delicious pumpkin porridge in the world

[really? I'll try... Oriental world brocade! You're not a liar. I clearly treat salt as sugar!]

At that time, they were like husband and wife. Everything was so harmonious. Ye Qingcheng was clearly a kitchen bomb, but Dongfang Shijin always thought he was good at everything

In fact, she's a little bad, but in the eyes of Dongfang Shijin, she's good at everything.

Later, ye Qingcheng never went to the kitchen again. Someone made food for her every day, but Dongfang Shijin would personally make a porridge for her before going to work, one taste a day.

Even when he had nothing to do, he would cook a dinner for her himself.

Ye Qingcheng still remembers that morning, when the kitchen window opened, there were dense green plants outside, and clusters of wild roses in full bloom, winding in full bloom from the top of the window.

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