Fairy, the chasing husband crematorium

Soon, a bowl of fragrant Yangchun noodles was served. The vegetables were fresh and tender, and the noodles were as white as jade, which whetted the appetite.

But Duan Yu asked instinctively: "Ma'am, do you have any chili?"

Su Ningshuang smiled softly: "Duan Lang, there is no chili, and Yangchun noodles don't like chili."

"Ah, so that's the case. Strange, why do I want chili?" Duan Yu replied.

Projected under the dim sunlight, Su Ningshuang's beautiful face was half dark and half bright, so her expression also became uncertain.

She looked at her husband eating noodles and asked, "Duan Lang, is it delicious?"

Duan Yu praised sincerely: "It's delicious."

But he felt a little regretful in his heart, and said to himself, "It would be nice if there were some peppers."

"No chili." Su Ningshuang said suddenly.

Duan Yu was shocked for a moment, because he wanted to eat chili, but he didn't say it.

How did the lady know?

Seeing Duan Yu's frightened look, Su Ningshuang immediately took his hand, and said softly: "Eating too much chili can easily get angry, you eat noodles well, if there is not enough, I will cook for you."

"Thank you ma'am."

Duan Yu finished eating a large bowl of noodles, but for some reason, he always felt that his belly was still not full.

And his wife seemed to know his intentions, and quickly brought out another bowl.

Duan Yu quickly finished eating, but still wanted to eat noodles.

Immediately afterwards, the third bowl, the fourth bowl...

After eating the ninth bowl, Duan Yu finally got a little tired and said, "Ma'am, I don't want to eat any more."

Su Ningshuang looked at him tenderly, and said with a smile: "Okay, Duan Lang, you go to sleep, and when you wake up, I will cook for you."

Afterwards, Duan Yu woke up.

At this time, the sky was pale, leaving only a distant outline of the green hills.

Duan Yu rubbed his head and said depressedly: "Why did I dream of her again?"

It was only at this moment that he remembered that his wife, whom he loved so much in his dream, had left him long ago.

But Su Ningshuang will not be like that.

She doesn't go to the kitchen, at least during the time Duan Yu knew her, she hardly cooked.

For Fairy Qiangwei, it is normal for her ten fingers not to touch the spring water.

But in the dream, the other party cooked many bowls of Yangchun noodles for him.

Thinking of the scene of eating noodles, Duan Yu felt a little repulsed by the thing in front of him for a while, and couldn't help being confused again: "Subconscious, are you really sick?"

In the next room next door, Su Ningshuang opened her eyes and looked at her hands with a feeling of satisfaction on her face for a moment.

Duan Lang ate a lot of noodles cooked by her all night.

She has almost never cooked noodles, but she found it very interesting.

Watching one's beloved eat bowl after bowl of noodles is indeed a very fulfilling thing.

Su Ningshuang looked satisfied, but her eyes were a little dim, and she looked quite tired.

To make Duan Yu forget many things in the dream, and to prevent him from knowing that he is in the dream, is a very energy-consuming thing.

But she felt it was worth it.

"Duan Lang, you must eat a lot of my noodles, so that you won't want to eat other stinky women's things." Su Ningshuang looked at the wall close at hand and murmured.

Da da da......

In the early morning, the door of Duan Yu's room was knocked.

"Junior brother, it's almost time to get up." Yuan Xiangzhi said kindly outside the house.

She has obviously been well-dressed, with light makeup on her face, and her eyes are hooked with a fine pen, so the peach eyes can't help but look even more coquettish.

She was wearing a pink goose-yellow skirt, which looked loose, but was actually very scheming.

Because the part of the skirt that should be narrow is very narrow, very close to the body, even a little tight, for example, the curve of her chest is set off high, and the waist also gives people a sense of grasping, forming a strong relationship with the raised buttocks visual impact.

Duan Yu opened the door and said, "Morning Senior Sister Yuan."

Yuan Xiangzhi smiled and said, "Then junior brother, I'd better cook noodles for you later? What kind of noodles do you want?"

Duan Yu's head grew big when he heard the face, and he said, "Senior Sister, I want to eat steamed stuffed buns today."

"Okay, but it will take some time to make steamed stuffed buns. I'll find a chance to make bacon steamed buns for you that night, shall I? The bacon stuffed buns here have a special flavor." Yuan Xiangzhi introduced.

"Senior sister, you are so kind."

......

In the house, Su Ningshuang leaned against the wall and listened to all this.

Hmph, steamed buns, I can also make steamed stuffed buns, I will learn later.

Let Duan Lang eat enough at night.

......

When eating breakfast, after discovering that Duan Yu didn't eat Yuan Xiangzhi's solo food, Huang San's mood improved a lot.

Yuan Xiangzhi sat there, feeling a little depressed for a while.

"The degree of the younger brother liking the new and disliking the old during this period is much higher than expected."

She is a person who can learn everything quickly, but here she has mastered the essence. Many master noodle cookers in Sichuan are not as good as her.

She reckoned that Duan Yu would have to eat her cooked noodles for a week before getting tired of it, but after only two days, Duan Yu didn't even want to eat it.

Mother was right, the more handsome a man is, the more he likes the new and dislikes the old.

But she is very confident that she can trap Duan Yu's stomach and heart, because her steamed stuffed bun is also a must.

In the evening, Yuan Xiangzhi personally steamed bacon buns for Duan Yu.

The bacon in Sichuan is smoked with cypress leaves and has a unique flavor. When the fat of bacon is mixed with white flour, it is really unique.

Duan Yu ate happily.

Su Ningshuang watched all this silently wearing a green gauze hat, and the steamed buns in her hands were kneaded into dough.

Tonight, she will feed Duan Lang well.

In the evening, Duan Yu ate Senior Sister Yuan's meat buns, and fell asleep again accompanied by the scent of Senior Sister Yuan.

That night, he returned to the small building and lived a sweet life with his new wife.

My wife is very good at cooking and has made a lot of bacon buns.

He ate a lot, and the last scene before waking up from the dream was Su Ningshuang bringing out a basket of buns again with a smile, and he quickly said that he didn't want to eat.

As a result, Su Ningshuang exhaled suddenly at this moment, blushing and said: "Duan Lang, you don't want to eat buns, you can eat other things."

As she spoke, she came closer, her shoulders covered in tulle were all white.

Duan Yu always felt that a car ran over his face, and then he woke up.

He sat on the bed, momentarily messed up.

I dreamed about my ex-wife again?

In the dream last night, apart from eating a lot of steamed stuffed buns, he even had signs of driving.

It was a lot like flirting between husband and wife. They had been husband and wife, but they had never been this close.

To be honest, Duan Yu thinks he has completely let go of his feelings for Su Ningshuang.

But he also knows that that past cannot be easily erased.

If you can't look directly at the past, it is contempt and child's play to yourself.

Occasionally he really thinks of Su Ningshuang.

He thought of that cold, occasionally cute girl in the compound of the deep house that he had poured his heart and soul into but failed to get in the end.

It was just a memory, a memory with a little regret.

If you ask him, do you regret the sacrifice of that relationship?

In the beginning, Duan Yu regretted a little, regretted not leaving the Su Mansion earlier, and getting rid of that fruitless relationship earlier, so that he could meet so many beautiful people sooner.

Mrs. Zhao, Uncle Xiao, Senior Sister Lu, Senior Sister Mu...

They are like ray of sunshine projecting in his cold heart, making him feel good.

But later, he didn't regret it much.

If there is no relationship with Su Ningshuang, he will not become a better self, love life and cherish the people around him more.

Even now, Duan Yu still admits that Miss Su is a girl who fits his aesthetics very well.

Very much in line.

Although it has been proved later that his aesthetic scope is relatively broad, and everything that looks beautiful is in line with aesthetics.

Duan Yu was afraid for a while, if he didn't wake up in time, then in the dream he might not be able to resist the temptation and start the car.

He actually still has such thoughts about Miss Su.

But he quickly figured it out, not many men can control their dreams.

Especially this kind of dream.

Because in the dream, he couldn't remember the divorce, Miss Su was still his wife, they were just doing what a husband and wife should do?

To have this kind of dream is obviously because the subconscious mind is sick, it is spring, and it wants to make up for the previous regrets.

Duan Yu couldn't help but said depressedly: "Subconsciousness, can you change the object to Uncle Xiao?"

Yes, in terms of attractiveness, although Miss Su still fits his aesthetics very well, she is still far behind Xiao Shishu and Mu Shijie.

Now he prefers the beautiful royal sister type, and the sweet senior sister, and the iceberg beauty needs to be in the back row.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Outside the house, Yuan Xiangzhi said with a hint of tea in the tea: "Junior Brother, I've steamed the meat buns for you. After eating, we're on our way."

Hearing the word "meat bun", Duan Yu's head grew dizzy for a moment.

He really didn't want to eat buns anymore, he always felt that he had eaten buns with his ex-wife last night.

Su Ningshuang sat on the bed tiredly, with a faint smile on her face.

In this way, Duan Lang won't want to eat your meat buns, will he?

That woman, what else do you have?

But at the same time, Su Ningshuang had a headache again.

She held her head, her fingers stuck in her hair, with a painful expression on her face.

It is very difficult to fall into a dream and bind some of Duan Yu's memories in the dream.

This should be the sequelae.

The pain was like countless needles stuck in her brain, and she was already sweating finely on her face.

But Su Ningshuang didn't regret it.

Because at least in the dream, in that small building, she made up for some regrets.

The things they should have done as a couple but didn't.

"Now, it can only be done in a dream." Su Ningshuang thought so sadly.

Over there, Duan Yu drank porridge and ate kimchi, and opposite him, Yuan Xiangzhi doubted life.

My bacon bun lasted only one day, no, only one meal?

Can this love of the new and dislike the old still evolve?

Chapter 93 Master Uncle, Why Are You Speeding Up Again!