When Ding Junhao walked closer to the kitchen again bored and leaned against the door frame, he found that Ji Yan's cooking movements were extremely smooth, and he didn't look like he had just learned it.

It is hard to imagine that he is cooking, but he is treating a work of art, and every detail is carefully and in place, fast and good. Especially, his posture is so elegant, and his every move is truly like a noble prince.

But then again, which noble prince still needs to stay in such a small kitchen and cook in person?

Ding Junhao felt that he was about to become crazy and was about to get possessed.

To be honest, the dishes made by Ji Yan tasted very good. Ding Junhao was like a judge, frowned throughout the whole process and ate hard.

Jiang Yuying couldn't bear to watch it anymore, and couldn't help but roar, and said, "Hey, Ding Junhao! Don't eat so much, okay? I think the dishes my husband cooks are super awesome! Super awesome! Super awesome!"

She used three "super awesome" and exclamation marks in a row, and supported her husband with a clear stand. She really couldn't stand Ding Junhao's frowning face, as if it was so unpalatable.

Ji Yan curled her lips lightly and stretched her eyebrows, but she said another sentence: "Don't you give her to me now? At least, I can't starve her."

This sentence is the most melody. Jiang Yuying especially likes the expression of love "not hungry". If you can't hungry, this is the most supreme state of love. At least, for her, this is exactly the case.

She was talking about the old habit of stocking up food again. She bought at least 400 kilograms of rice yesterday and kept it at home.

Before drinking at night, the two men stopped being silly, and gradually became more talkative. Ding Junhao first expressed his dissatisfaction with loving his sister: "A woman should not worry about these things at home."

He has to hold back how many emotions he has to treat the woman he likes as his sister and stand up for him.

Before he could express his opinion that "I got married back and felt pain", Ji Yan answered in a particularly elegant way: "Of course. So I won't go to work tomorrow and stay at home to work."

When Ji Yan was speaking, he shook Jiang Yuying's hand with great sensation: "Wife, thank you for your hard work these two days, I will do it from now on."

Ding Junhao has never seen such a good man. If he weren't the one who had been with him, he would have been too furious? Who would have thought that his love was hostile to him and yelled at him?

Besides, he himself is a negative example. He is uneasy when getting married and completely fails to implement the principle of "a wife is loved when she gets married."

That night was the first time he felt that he had really failed. Even his husband failed particularly, so what else could he expect to do?

I don't have alcohol, but I really want to drink.

Jiang Yuying tilted her head and couldn't help asking curiously: "You really resigned? Are you going to work in Jiang Tao?"

Ding Junhao took out the cigarette, remembered that he was "not in the world", and put the cigarette in the cigarette box again, shook his head and said, "I didn't think about it, I don't want to see your father's face anymore. Why don't I go to your house to work first, and help you get the house done."

"Our family temple is small, and we can't afford you, Buddha." The unlovely Jiang Yuying refused mercilessly. The two men and one woman were messing around all day long, isn't it a rhythm of dying?

If Ji Yan brought Liu Xing in one day, then this day would be too lively. Besides, if Ding Junhao was rushing here every day, I wonder how sad Aunt Chen had, and I had found all excuses. When Ding Junhao walked up to the kitchen again boredly, leaning obliquely on the door frame, he found that Ji Yan's cooking movements were super smooth, and he didn't look like he had just learned it.

It is hard to imagine that he is cooking, but he is treating a work of art, and every detail is carefully and in place, fast and good. Especially, his posture is so elegant, and his every move is truly like a noble prince.

But then again, which noble prince still needs to stay in such a small kitchen and cook in person?

Ding Junhao felt that he was about to become crazy and was about to get possessed.

To be honest, the dishes made by Ji Yan tasted very good. Ding Junhao was like a judge, frowned throughout the whole process and ate hard.

Jiang Yuying couldn't bear to watch it anymore, and couldn't help but roar, and said, "Hey, Ding Junhao! Don't eat so much, okay? I think the dishes my husband cooks are super awesome! Super awesome! Super awesome!"

She used three "super awesome" and exclamation marks in a row, and supported her husband with a clear stand. She really couldn't stand Ding Junhao's frowning face, as if it was so unpalatable.

Ji Yan curled her lips lightly and stretched her eyebrows, but she said another sentence: "Don't you give her to me now? At least, I can't starve her."

This sentence is the most melody. Jiang Yuying especially likes the expression of love "not hungry". If you can't hungry, this is the most supreme state of love. At least, for her, this is exactly the case.

She was talking about the old habit of stocking up food again. She bought at least 400 kilograms of rice yesterday and kept it at home.

Before drinking at night, the two men stopped being silly, and gradually became more talkative. Ding Junhao first expressed his dissatisfaction with loving his sister: "A woman should not worry about these things at home."

He has to hold back how many emotions he has to treat the woman he likes as his sister and stand up for him.

Before he could express his opinion that "I got married back and felt pain", Ji Yan answered in a particularly elegant way: "Of course. So I won't go to work tomorrow and stay at home to work."

When Ji Yan was speaking, he shook Jiang Yuying's hand with great sensation: "Wife, thank you for your hard work these two days, I will do it from now on."

Ding Junhao has never seen such a good man. If he weren't the one who had been with him, he would have been too furious? Who would have thought that his love was hostile to him and yelled at him?

Besides, he himself is a negative example. He is uneasy when getting married and completely fails to implement the principle of "a wife is loved when she gets married."

That night was the first time he felt that he had really failed. Even his husband failed particularly, so what else could he expect to do?

I don't have alcohol, but I really want to drink.

Jiang Yuying tilted her head and couldn't help asking curiously: "You really resigned? Are you going to work in Jiang Tao?"

Ding Junhao took out the cigarette, remembered that he was "not in the world", and put the cigarette in the cigarette box again, shook his head and said, "I didn't think about it, I don't want to see your father's face anymore. Why don't I go to your house to work first, and help you get the house done."

"Our family temple is small, and we can't afford you, Buddha." The unlovely Jiang Yuying refused mercilessly. The two men and one woman were messing around all day long, isn't it a rhythm of dying?
Chapter completed!