My 26-year-old Pretty CEO

"Hey, hey!" Think of this, Chen Nan in the heart of this ripple ah, with perturbed and excited mood push open the door, into the living room.

"Uncle, wash your hands first, dinner will be ready soon!"

Gina greets him with a smile. Although she is a servant, she is closely related to the master's life. The relationship between the two people has always been in her eyes. Since her uncle entered the villa, the couple have not lived together at all. Now there are signs of relaxation. As a servant, she is very happy.

Chennan looked around, didn't see the figure of Nalan poetry language, only heard the sound of jingling in the kitchen, now can't help but some strange, is the wife cooking? No, Chen Nan is surprised at his idea. He has never seen his wife cook.

"Uncle, what's the matter? Wash your hands and get ready for dinner, but miss cooks herself!"

"All right!" Chen Nan suddenly feels that something is wrong with the atmosphere. After washing her hands, she just wants to go to the kitchen to have a look. Then she is pressed onto the chair by Gina: "uncle, sit still. Miss said she wants to give you a surprise."

"Surprise?" Chen Nan is confused. At this time, he just hears a crisp sound from the kitchen. A pretty voice shouts: "dinner's ready!" In a moment, Nalan Shiyu came out with a plate of black roast chicken, and said with a smile: "come on, everyone, try the Xinjiang dish chicken I made. Gina, you can do it too, and try my craft!"

"My wife really cooked for herself!" Chen South happiness of a dizzy, for a moment did not respond to come over, looking at his wife's beautiful face straight hair silly.

Nalan Shiyu is wearing a floral apron with sleeves slightly rolled up to show her white wrist. Maybe for the convenience of cooking, she put her long hair in a young woman's bun to show her tender ears. Her white and elegant show is less simple and more charming. It looks more attractive.

See Chen south looking at oneself, Na LAN poem language stretched out a small hand to take red wine to give him full up, face a red way: "don't be in a daze, taste the dish that I make how?"

"Er..." Happiness to too suddenly, chennan thought in a dream, busy took the cup in his wife's hand, said: "wife, you also drink, I pour you!"

Nalan nodded softly. Chen Nan's heart is in full bloom, and he poured a little red wine for Nalan Shiyu.

Just about to put down the bottle, Nalan said with a smile, "it's no fun for you to drink alone. Fill it up for me."

Chen Nan knows that his wife seldom drinks at ordinary times. At this time, he wants to drink with him. He is so happy that he forgets himself and fills her glass with wine.

Three people around the table sat a circle, two women do not move chopsticks, all smile to see chennan.

Gina said with a smile: "uncle, this is specially made for you by miss. How about you try it!"

"Mm-hmm!" Chen South dizzy repeatedly nodded, beautiful Zizi picked up a piece of black chicken in his mouth.

The two women's eyes were straight, and they both looked at his expression. There was a little tension on Nalan Shiyu's face. As the saying goes, if you want to tie a man's heart, you need to tie his stomach first. You are always strong. Don't make a fool of yourself when you cook for the first time.

I saw the chicken in chennan's mouth for a moment, chewed two mouthfuls, and then swallowed it, spitting out the dark chicken bone, nodded and said: "my wife's fried food is really extraordinary, catch up with the national special chef, come on, Gina, you can't eat Xinjiang food in your Philippines."

"Well, thank you, uncle!" Gina see the young couple's happy appearance, in the heart is also very happy, see Chen Nan insist on let oneself eat, then clip a piece of meat, a bite down.

Nalan Shiyu tilted his head and asked happily, "Zina, how does it taste?"

"Well, it's good, it's good, miss's skill is really unusual!" Gina nodded repeatedly, as if she was eating very well. But when she looked carefully, she could see that her brow was slightly wrinkled and she was in some pain.

"Since it's delicious, you should eat more. You usually cook, and today I'll try my craft!" Nalan Shiyu seldom smiles and looks very excited.

Gina looked at chennan: "this is specially made by Miss for my uncle. How can I eat more? Just try it. Uncle, you can eat it!"

Nalan Shiyu pursed his mouth, gave a shy smile, and held up his glass: "come on, let's have a drink together!"

Chen Nan is happy on her face, but in her heart she is constantly complaining. Her heart says that the wife must have killed the salty seller. The chicken is both paste and salty, so she can't eat it at all. However, it's hard for Nalan to learn how to cook, and it can't hurt her enthusiasm. So Chen Nan and her wife touch the glass and drink all the wine in one gulp, first moisten her throat, otherwise, how can they suffer.

Nalan Shiyu saw that he had drunk all of them, and half of them were rare. He took the wine bottle and filled it up for him. Then he picked up a chicken thigh and handed it to him: "how can we just drink? How can we eat more dishes?"

Chen Nan took the chicken thigh with a bitter face and ate it like poison, saying: "old Wife, you also eat a la carte, don't just drink! "

"Well!" Nalan poem language light should a, also want to stretch out chopsticks to clip a piece of chicken, was Chen Nan stretched out chopsticks to stop: "wife, since you are for me, of course I eat, you eat something else!"Nalan Shiyu angrily glanced at him and said that the goods have good things. He only cares about himself. He can't eat his own food. It's too unique.

But think of Zina's words, in order not to let chennan continue to flirt outside, also didn't show, but clip a piece of celery made by Zina, put it in sandalwood mouth to chew.

When Gina saw the young couple kissing me, she couldn't stay here any longer. She soon finished her meal and found an excuse to get busy.

The couple pushed the cup to change the cup, and Nalan also drank a lot of poetry. In addition, for the first time they were so close to chennan, some of them couldn't let go. Their little faces were red, and they were bright and shy under the light. They were really more beautiful than peach blossom. Their faces were red, and they were very shy.

Chennan looks at beautiful Wanfang's wife. She is sweeter than honey. She doesn't have the heart to let her hard-working wife eat big plate chicken. She keeps picking up the chicken and swallowing it. It's like eating delicacies.

Watching Chen Nan eat chicken mouthfuls, but don't let himself eat, Nalan poetry language some dissatisfaction, oneself do not know what flavor of the dish, always want to taste it?

So Nalan Shiyu put out his chopsticks to clip the chicken. Chennan put out his chopsticks and blocked it: "wife, the dishes you cooked are too delicious. I haven't had enough. I eat all the chicken!"

"You eat them all?"

Nalan poetry language small face immediately sank down, angry, pretty face turned cold, cold voice way: "Chen Nan, what do you mean? You look like an African refugee. Can't you think of other people's orders? I can't even try my own dishes? "