It was so relaxed that a certain woman really thought he had nothing to do and was just playing around with her miserable outfit, which was completely inversely proportional to the man's expression.

How could this be done casually? An emperor was like a beggar. He only had a few dishes and dough dumplings, which took him a day. He had strong internal strength, but now he was a little tired between his eyebrows. If he guessed correctly, the kitchen would be removed, right? His internal strength was exhausted.

No matter what he pleased her so much for, he was very moved. Even if he was either an emperor or an ordinary man, he would burst into tears when he did this for her. Why did he be so good? This man was given to her by God and he had the blessings he had cultivated in his lifetime?

She held back the liquid that was about to burst out from her socket and sat down slowly. How could she bear it? She was a person who could cook and never made it for him, but he couldn't do it, but she gave it first.

Fu Yunche heard the gurgling sound from the woman's stomach, and sat down, holding the bowl of dough that had been made all day long in his hands, and raised his lips and said, "Eat!"

Su Mengdie could no longer hold it back, and tears came one by one. Anyone who faced this situation would be moved to tears, right? The hands wrapped in white cloth were holding a bowl of steaming food, and her lips trembled and said, "I believe that even if you are in a bad state one day, you will not be hungry!"

He sniffed, wiped a handful of tears with his sleeve, and reached out to take it. This guy always made her cry easily. He took the chopsticks and took a big bite. He was so sweet that he didn't know how to cook, but he couldn't even tell the difference between salt and sugar. Did he not taste it in advance?

After taking only one bite, I knew that it was probably just adding water, gnocchi, and vegetables. There was no oil and water, but it was the best delicacy she had ever eaten.

She thought that if this was made by her, her father would not only finish it, but also praise her for being filial. It doesn’t matter whether it tastes delicious or not. The important thing is that the rare intention, without that heart, even if it is delicious, it cannot taste it.

She always thought he could cook.

Because it was my first time, I was really excited and always felt that it was worth it. After swallowing it, I took a big mouthful.

"Is it delicious?" Fu Yunche's eyes never left the woman's mouth. The happier she ate, the more natural his smile became.

"Well, it's delicious, so delicious, Fu Yunche, I didn't expect you to be omnipotent and can cook!" The stomach and intestines will not reach a consensus with the mind. The stomach is sour water churned in the stomach. Anyway, this is only this time in your life, and no matter how unpalatable it is, you have to swallow it.

Fu Yunche sat upright proudly. No matter how wasteful he was, he could not hide his temperament. As for cooking, especially this kind of hard-working cooking, the recognition of diners is the honor. Wanqi Shenfeng was right, the appearance was not good, but the inner one was the king: "When the world is pacified, I will make it for you every day!"

Su Mengdie almost sprayed out the gnocchi in her mouth, but it was difficult to refuse. Once the lie was told, she had to accept punishment. She smiled dryly and lowered her head: "Okay!"

As long as he is willing to cook, she will eat it. When she saw the man picking up chopsticks and trying to pick up food, she immediately swept the things in front of her like a baby and stared at her: "I'm hungry for a day, you've just made this little, and you still want to grab it with me. Are you embarrassed? They are all my own!"
Chapter completed!