we're finally divorce, ex-husband please be strong

Qiu Yi recently became obsessed with making cakes. After coaxing Yunxi to sleep every day, he plunged into the kitchen.

He didn't let the servant come to help, so he studied alone in the kitchen.

Lu Yecheng is a little thirsty after handling documents in his study. He was going to come down and drink some water, but he saw Qiu Yi busy in the kitchen.

For fear that his steps would disturb Qiu Yi's rhythm, Lu Yecheng leaned on the door frame with a water cup.

It turns out that women are like this when they are busy in the kitchen!

In those three years, Qiu Yi should have been like this. After work every day, he went into the kitchen to cook. He was so picky at that time. How did Qiu Yi stick to it?

Qiu Yi looks at the book and carefully picks the seasoning. When the time for the oven comes, a Ding diverts Qiu Yi's attention from the past.

Looking at the direction of the oven, Qiu Yi smiled brightly. A mouthful of white teeth came out.

The small white hand put the gloves on one side and ran to the oven with light steps.

The hot white fog immediately filled the kitchen. After the white fog dispersed, Qiu Yi took out the baking tray.

A full cake appeared in front of us.

Looking at the cake made by himself, Qiu Yi's eyes were about to smile into a line.

Pick up a small cake. Because it's very hot, Qiu Yi throws it from his left hand to his right hand, and then throws it back with his right hand. The little mouth kept blowing at the little cake. After throwing it back and forth several times, the cake was finally ready to eat.

Qiu Yi, who couldn't wait, took a bite, but Qiu Yi, who was still smiling, looked bad in an instant. The lost threw all the cakes on the table into a plate.

Failed again. It turned out that it was so difficult to make cakes.

Qiu Yi experienced failures again and again. After disappointment, he still summoned up his confidence. It's just a small cake. How can you live with her.

At the beginning, Lu Yecheng's mouth was so difficult to serve. In the end, he was not willing to eat the food she cooked?

With this plate of cake, he turned and walked towards the trash can.

The moment I was ready to pour it into the trash can, my hand suddenly empty.

Qiu Yi looked up and saw a naughty man dragging a plate of delicious but not delicious cake in his hand, and putting the cake in his mouth in the other hand.

"What are you doing? It's a failure."

Qiu Yi reaches out to grab the cake in Lu Yecheng's hand. However, due to the height gap, Lu Yecheng's hand is raised high. Even if Qiu Yi tiptoes, it just touches Lu Yecheng's wrist.

"It's delicious. Why throw it away?" Lu Yecheng said vaguely with bread crumbs in his mouth.

But Qiu Yi still understood.

"What's delicious? Spit it out quickly! When I make it, you'll eat it." Qiu Yi stomped helplessly. She couldn't eat such an ugly cake. He said it was delicious.

However, no matter how anxious Qiu Yi is, Lu Yecheng still doesn't plan to give Qiu Yi.

"It's really delicious, but it's a little choking..." Lu Yecheng points to his throat. Although the cakes are sweet, Lu Yecheng's mouth is already dry, and now he eats a large piece of cake.

Qiu sighed and hurriedly poured a cup of warm water. While Qiu Yi was pouring water, Lu Yecheng secretly ate another piece.

"Drink some water!" Qiu Yi handed the water to Lu Yecheng. He wants to let Lu Ye drink water for himself, so that he can get back a plate of defective cakes.

But Lu Yecheng was obviously prepared.

When Lu Yecheng sees Qiu Yi coming back, one hand is still held high, and the other hand is kept on his chest, stroking down.

Lu Yecheng's state at the moment is that you must feed me water or choke to death.

Qiu Yi knows he can't get the cake back, and he can't watch Lu Yecheng choke on the cake.

He can only pass the water cup to Lu Yecheng's mouth and feed him water.

With the moisture of water, Lu Yecheng feels much better.

"The cake made by my wife is really delicious."

Lu Yecheng said he would eat again. When Lu Yecheng took the plate down, Qiu Yi raised his head and kissed Lu Yecheng's lips.

One hand quietly stretched out, took the five or six small cakes on it, and left Lu Yecheng's side.

Lu Yecheng always prevents Qiu Yi from grabbing the cake, but Lu Yecheng doesn't expect Qiu Yi to seduce her.

After they have been together for a long time, even the women around them have become cunning.

"Seduction is so insincere." Lu Ye sighed and turned to get a glass of water again.

Lu Yecheng originally planned to come down to drink water, but seeing Qiu Yi's serious appearance, he couldn't help stopping to have a look.

"OK, I know you don't want dessert, so why are you so happy?" Qiu Yi remembers that Lu Yecheng doesn't like dessert.

Once again, Qiu Yi had a birthday. When all his friends were away, he bought a cake and went home.

That day, Lu Yecheng goes home, glances at the cake in front of Qiu Yi, and returns to the bedroom with a cold face.

"Just because you didn't like to eat before doesn't mean you don't like to eat in the future! I like to eat everything you make." Lu Yecheng's suffocation was relieved after drinking the second glass of water.

He took Qiu Yi into his arms, and Qiu Yi's hands just turned to the cakes, because they just took them and dropped them again.

Lu Yecheng gently picks up one and Qiu Yi quickly grabs the one in Lu Yecheng's hand.

"Don't eat any more."

Qiu Yi's vigilant eyes seemed as if he was interested in Qiu Yi's handed down treasure.

"I can't eat this, but you must promise me a condition." Lu Yecheng plays with the cake in his hand and looks at Qiu Yi like a big gray wolf looking at the little white rabbit.

"What are you doing? What do you want to do?"

Qiu Yi subconsciously grasped his clothes.

The meaning of Lu Yecheng's eyes is too obvious. Because it's like selling a cake. It doesn't seem very good.

"What do you think? I just hope you can promise me to be your first taster forever."

Lu Yecheng used to disdain to say such things, but now he wants to get tired of talking to Qiu Yi every day.

"Good is good, but some things that fail are really terrible."

Qiu Yi said uncertainly. Although he is quite good at cooking, he is still poor at making pasta.

When I first learned to cook, I also wasted a lot of dishes, but those failed dishes were eaten by myself.

That feeling is really bad. Qiu Yi doesn't want to feel it anymore.

"My mouth is so picky. If I can praise it sincerely, you will be the level of Michelin."