Magic cool husband only loves his naughty wife

Although he told himself not to expect anything from the food he cooked, he was somewhat moved to see that he gave up his principle of not even entering the kitchen for himself, but he didn't show it.

"This is the first time I cook food for others. I know you are very moved, but you don't have to be polite to me. Eat as much as you like." Zhao Yisheng put a bowl of rice with egg pain in front of him. When he saw him looking at the dishes on the table like a fossil, he smiled a little embarrassed and said, "the first time I cook, my appearance is a little bad, but don't worry, I promise I can import it."

"Are you sure?" Three dishes and one soup, one can't tell whether it's green vegetables or pickles, one can't tell whether it's meat or coke, and the large plate of hot soup, which is too muddy to see what it's made of, and it's still steaming hot white fog, and the bowl of rice with raw rice. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva a little hard. It's not that he wants to hit his fragile heart, but that he wants to protect his fragile stomach.

"I'm sure it's cabbage, shredded beef and fish soup. I've made it several times. Although it looks a little bad, I think the taste should be OK." Zhao Yiyue became more guilty. Well, he admitted that he had no appetite when he saw these dishes, but his love was priceless. He cooked for him with a heart. If he didn't eat, he would die of sadness.

"It seems that only this fish soup is a little reliable. Please bring me a bowl." Qin ran reached out and touched his stomach with a little worry. For his sake of sincerity, he'd better make do with some.

"OK, I'll bring it to you right away." Ouch, baby finally knows how to appreciate his cooking. Zhao Yili impromptu and cheerfully filled him with a bowl of fish soup, and then stared at him with his long, narrow and beautiful eyes, looking forward to his reaction.

Looking at the turbid bowl with some black things, Qin ran had to summon up great courage to pick up the small spoon on one side, take a breath and drink. There should be no salt or shredded ginger. It was so light that there was only a fishy smell. It was really fishy. He frowned. The smell was disgusting and made him want to vomit, but when he saw Zhao Yi's look of expectation, He had to swallow the fishy soup in his mouth.

"How's it going?" Zhao Yi looked at him and asked nervously.

"Do you want me to tell the truth or lie?" God, he has never drunk such disgusting soup. After drinking this bowl of fish soup, he thinks he will be afraid of fish soup in the future.

"Hey, hey, you'd better lie." Looking at his expression, he knew that the soup must be hard to drink, but he was still very moved when he drank one mouthful after another. His baby really cared about him. He could finish such a hard soup. He was really moved.

"You can also enter." In fact, what he wanted to say was that his evil heart was hard to get in, but when he saw his look of expectation, he didn't want to hurt his heart. He had to grievance his stomach, cover his conscience and speak. After a few mouthfuls, the soup in the bowl finally came to the bottom, but when he saw a few shiny things lying at the bottom of the bowl, his look suddenly petrified.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Yi, who was thinking about what he had just received, immediately asked nervously when he saw that he looked different.