Mysterious Husband's Little Lover

"Is it good to lie to you?"

Su Hang didn't answer her question, but asked Lin Wenwen. The smile in his eyes was even more, "keep up with me."

This time, Lin Wenwen no longer hesitated, dogleg followed up.

But as soon as he entered the living room, Lin Wenwen was looking forward to waiting for Suzhou and Hangzhou to go upstairs. However, he saw that Suzhou and Hangzhou stopped, sat on the sofa and slowly opened his mouth to Lin Wenwen, "wait a minute, I'm suddenly a little hungry, I need to eat something first."

Lin Wenwen just felt cramps all over his body. This bastard must have been on purpose!

It has suspended her appetite, and now she is slowly torturing her will, killing virtually nothing.

Lin Wenwen took a deep breath, smiling at Suzhou and Hangzhou. He said, "simple, I'll let Zhao ma make you delicious food! Zhao Ma, prepare a bowl of Chicken Soup for your husband. He is a little hungry. "

Every day at home, a pot of chicken soup is stewed with anthracite. The more thick and nutritious the chicken soup is, the more nutritious it is. In case of emergency, it can be used right now.

"Well, ma'am, I'm going to get ready."

Zhao Ma, who got the instruction, quickly wanted to get a bowl of soup from the kitchen, but was stopped by Suzhou and Hangzhou. "No, I don't want to eat something light today, so I'll trouble my wife to prepare some special dishes. I'll wait in the living room."

"Isn't there chicken soup?"

Lin Wen Wen Wen's reaction to Suzhou and Hangzhou is very incomprehensible. "First drink some chicken soup to cushion the stomach, and it also has nutrition. The food I cook is certainly not as professional as Zhao ma. You may not like it."

"Before I eat, my wife doesn't have to belittle herself."

Su Hang picked up the new day newspaper prepared on the table and looked at her with a pair of slanted eyes. "If you don't want to, then forget it. Mother Zhao gave me a bowl of chicken soup. Today I'm a little tired and want to have a rest early."

"No! I'll do it for you now

Lin Wenwen quickly stopped Zhao Ma's behavior, joking that what she was waiting for was the news in the hands of Suzhou and Hangzhou. Now that things are getting better, she naturally won't give up halfway.

Moreover, she is not a lady who does not touch the spring water. Cooking a meal is a piece of cake for her.

Lin Wen made five dishes with a diploma in memory and his impression of Suzhou and Hangzhou cuisine. One is a nutritious egg soup steamed with rice, one is Cola Chicken Wings, and the other three are Yuanzi soup, laver egg soup and scrambled eggs with tomato.

It's not that she has any problems with eggs, but it's time-saving and convenient, and it's not easy to make mistakes. It's the only choice for cooking.

Half an hour later, Lin Wenwen put five dishes on the table and served them to Suzhou and Hangzhou. He said, "I haven't learned from the chef. What I've done is some home-made dishes. If you can't get used to them, I'll ask Zhao Maduo to learn some of your favorite dishes. However, my father and dad always like my dishes, and the taste should not be bad."

"Well."

Su Hang didn't speak much this time, and he didn't use his talent of poisonous tongue to attack Lin Wenwen's enthusiasm. He picked up his chopsticks and tasted all the five dishes one by one, and his brow was frowning more and more fierce. How strict was he to Lin Wenwen, so that she didn't even dare to put more salt into it. What's the difference between eating and boiling?

Mingming last time Lin Wenwen made lunch for her father, he also secretly tasted two, which is very different from the taste on the table now. He looks good, but it's as light as boiling water. He's delightedly stirring the dishes with chopsticks and pondering whether there is no salt in the house, so he can make a unique little water.