Chapter 242: Getting married with a child and marrying Ling Yannan 15. Muran watched Ling Yannan take it seriously and came downstairs. She was stunned for a moment. She went to the kitchen to open the two refrigerators and looked at it. There was no cooked food. Because she had children at home, her diet was much healthier now. She basically didn’t touch those cold and hard dry foods. Ling’s mother didn’t like to eat them. She usually didn’t leave food overnight at home. Naturally, there was no other cooked food at home.

So, if they both want to eat, they can only do it themselves or ask someone to do it.

Lian Muran looked at Ling Yannan who was following him, and felt a little confused. If she was the only one, she might make some things to eat for a while. Even if it was unpalatable, it didn't matter. But with Ling Yannan, she couldn't be too casual. The point is that she really can't cook, and she could be said to know nothing.

"What do you want to eat?" Lian Muran kept thinking about the food she could make, but she looked at the ingredients she knew but couldn't make it.

"Whatever." Ling Yannan leaned against the door and looked at her casually. Seeing that she seemed a little confused, he thought there was not much in the refrigerator, so he walked over and took a look. Then, he looked at Lian Muran meaningfully. The sentence he said was a statement: "You can't cook."

Even Muran seemed very natural even if he was exposed, without any embarrassment. "I can't, why don't we... let's ask the nanny to come and cook."

Ling Yannan hummed softly, curled her lips and snorted coldly, and said, "Although you gave me wages, I don't want to wait for you twelve hours a day."

"There's nothing to do, I'll be hungry." Lian Muran said very directly. Even though she had entered the kitchen, she had never touched anything other than the dishes. As a wife, she was not inconsiderate, but she couldn't do it. So she had to stop and took out a bottle of milk from the refrigerator, and just prepared to eat a fruit in the dining room to satisfy her hunger.

So, after she took the milk, closed the refrigerator and turned around and left the kitchen.

Ling Yannan was actually really hungry, so he left tonight without eating anything.

Of course, it wasn't impossible for him to starve all night. He just saw her so directly and walked out of the kitchen without any human being. His wife was self-conscious and took care of herself, and did not care about her husband at all. She watched him starve, but she still wanted to walk out of the kitchen. He really felt that she didn't take him as a husband seriously. "If you are hungry, you still have to let your husband starve with you. Lian Muran, do you think your wife's failure?"

Lian Muran pursed his lips and heard his words, he realized that he was making trouble. "I said I can't do it, it's not that I don't want to do it for you, do you understand? I said I asked the nanny to come and do it for you, but you refused. What do you want?"

"You haven't tried it, how do you know you can't?" Ling Yannan hugged his chest and raised his eyebrows: "With Muran's intelligence and talent, you can't even get some stuff to fill your stomach in the two refrigerators with full ingredients?"

Even Muran bit his lip and looked at him, feeling that Ling Yannan was looking for trouble today. He was usually silent, but he talked too much recently. Moreover, he didn't want her to live a good life and deliberately looked for trouble. But the reason he found was so full. He heard that he said that she felt that her wife was a failure. He spoke for the first time and hoped to eat something to satisfy her hunger, but as a wife, she had no way to do it.

At home, mother is also a strong woman, but she can easily make a table of good food to satisfy her father, grandfather, and their children. She does a good job.

So, thinking about it this way, her wife was even more failure.

Ling Yannan saw her lowered her head and thought, and continued to prepare for the ideological work. "Also, Xiao An is still young and is still sipping, but when he can slowly eat food, do you want the nanny to come to every meal? As a mother, shouldn't you make a meal for Xiao An? When Xiao An grows up, she hasn't eaten a meal made by her mother. You said, is this really good?"

When Muran heard this, he really felt that he was saying something. As smart as her, he actually knew that most of these words were just a sensational way, but when she listened, she felt that he was right...

She rubbed her forehead helplessly, put the milk in her hand back into the refrigerator with a little discouraged look. She still had to admit that she still had no idea how to start.

It was already past 11 o'clock in the evening, and Ling Yannan was used to going to bed late, and she was not sleepy at all. Unexpectedly, she was so obedient. He was really surprised. Looking at her figure, he slightly smiled.

It seems that she is quite concerned about whether she can become a good wife, and he is quite satisfied with this.

"You said, what do you want to eat?" Lian Muran asked him with a slanted look.

"Please give me a bowl of noodles." Ling Yannan thought for a while before answering her.

Since she gave her face, he didn't want to make things too difficult for her.

Lian Muran nodded, she had eaten too much pasta.

She took out the noodles wrapped in a small bag, thought for a while, took another egg, ham and meatballs, paused, and added a few green vegetables and two green onions.

She paused, placed the thing on the cutting board, and left the kitchen.

Ling Yannan raised her eyebrows and looked at her back, and asked indifferently: "Go to find a phone or a tablet?"

Lian Muran stopped, how did he know that she wanted to find these two things?

"Use mine." As she said that, she threw her cell phone to her, turned around and went out of the living room, picked up the financial newspaper and started reading it. From time to time, she looked up at Lian Muran who was spinning around in the kitchen. Although it was the first time she went into the kitchen to cook, she did not have the screams or the harsh sound of something falling down as he imagined. It was very quiet inside, as if everything was going in an orderly manner, and only the occasional sound of water came.

Lian Muran used her mobile phone to find some steps to teach people to make faces online. She was spinning quickly in her mind and didn't care about the man behind her. She thought about the steps to do it, first rinsing the food and worried that she had made the mistake.

After about forty minutes, the clock was already pointing to the early morning, and Lian Muran walked out with a large plate of steaming cooked noodles.

Ling Yannan could smell a strong smell even in the hall, but when he smelled the smell of coriander inside, he couldn't help frowning.

Lian Muran said, reached out and put his little hand that was burned by the basin to his mouth and blew it. He didn't say lightly until he got better, "Eat it, you can eat it."

Ling Yannan went over and went into the kitchen. Seeing that it was still spotless and clean as usual, the things were arranged in an orderly manner. He raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but remember the last time she packed his luggage for him. They also made everything orderly. It seemed that she didn't just act occasionally, but her nature was like to make everything well and orderly.

Lian Muran is really trying to be perfect in doing things, as if as long as she wants to do it, nothing is impossible to do.

"How is it? Does it taste good?" This was the first time Lian Muran cooked in person, and it was for the man she loved in front of him. Even though she didn't say anything, her expectant and nervous eyes actually proved that she actually cared about his evaluation.

Lian Muran put many of the ingredients she had taken back in the refrigerator, but took out some chicken and mushrooms soaked by the nanny. She spent 30 minutes to make a few bowls of chicken soup, mushroom chicken soup, noodles, eggs, and some side dishes, so it smelled really good, but I don’t know what it tasted like. She hadn’t tasted it yet.

Ling Yannan glanced at her, and had never seen her see anything with such anticipation. He pursed his thin lips, and a small sip of soup slid into his throat, and he choked slightly.

Lian Muran paused, and saw that his face was not good, and his face looked a little bad. She smelled the fragrance, which was actually very good, but after taking a sip, she stopped. It was too sweet...

Ling Yannan frowned, put down the bowl in her hand, and said lightly: "Salt and sugar can be mistaken. Even Muran, you only have this little ability." In fact, he had not said even more ruthless words yet, and she knew what it would be like after eating it.

Lian Muran bit her little mouth, her face looked a little bad, and she was gray and white, "I said I wouldn't." She was in a low mood. She originally thought that she had done a good job, but she didn't expect that she had arrived at the last step and was still wrong.

"Also, I don't eat coriander." He looked at the coriander floating on the plate with disgust and frowned in disgust.

He didn't know how to consider her at all. It was the first time she said it, but he kept mocking her. Even Muran felt a little sad and glanced at him, and he couldn't help feeling even more uncomfortable, "If you don't say it, how can I know?"

Ling Yannan snorted lightly, glanced at the basin with noodles in front of her eyes in disgust, and said in a low voice: "You didn't ask? You didn't notice it yourself, how did I remember it? What's more, the person who made noodles is you, not me."

"No matter how much you say, you just dislike me." Lian Muran bit her little mouth. No matter what she said, it was her fault, what else could she do? No matter how wrong she was, it was because he couldn't stand her. If it was made by a woman he liked, even if it was unpalatable, she believed that he would have finished everything with a smile, instead of just like what he said, he was disgusted with her.

If he could cook her, even if she cried, she would finish the meal he cooked. This is how different the heart is about a person. She is actually very clear about how big the difference is.

Ling Yannan paused, curled her lips and smiled, looked at her pale face and said, "I can't dislike it if I do this?"

Lian Muran stopped talking. At this time, she could no longer feel hungry. She stood up, packed up the dishes, and prepared to deal with the failed items she made.

Ling Yannan raised her eyebrows and watched Lian Muran walk past him. She was obviously angry because she didn't clean up the dishes in front of him. Isn't it the best proof of his temperament?

He paused when he saw her delicate Bai Xi pointing a trace of blood.

She is a daughter-in-law and has never been in the kitchen. However, in the face of his difficulties, she went in and tried it. Even if she was injured, she didn't hum. She looked at the noodles with a strong fragrance. She remembered that she was seriously in the kitchen. While looking at the recipe, she took out the food and prepared a bowl for him. She tinkered in it for about an hour.

He pursed his thin lips and frowned. Looking back, it was mostly because he was too much. The couple, if she was more incompetent than that, he shouldn't blame her, but he had already blamed her many times. He believed that she knew that he was an incompetent father and husband, but even though he was told many times, she still didn't hum and never blamed him for Ling Yannan...

The thin lips became tighter and tighter. When she looked back at Lian Muran who was washing dishes in the kitchen, she couldn't help but wonder, could she have washed dishes once?

His eyes flashed and he slowly picked up the bowls and chopsticks on the table.

"You... Ling Yannan--" Lian Muran came out of the kitchen and saw him burying his head to eat the bowl of noodles, she raised her heart.

Ling Yannan didn't look at her, her expression was faint, and she lowered her head to eat noodles.

"Ling Yannan, don't eat it anymore, diarrhea will not be cured." Lian Muran has tasted the food he made himself, so he naturally knows that the taste is very strange and difficult to eat, even if it smells very fragrant.

Although she felt uncomfortable just now that he blamed her so much and didn't know how to treat her gently, she was worried that he would feel uncomfortable after eating this bowl of noodles.

Ling Yannan quickly finished the noodles in the bowl, stood up and looked at Lian Muran who was frowning with a worried look on his face, curled her thin lips, "I'm so worried about me?"

Lian Muran pursed her lips and admitted, "Even if I don't like to listen, I know that it's really hard to eat."

Ling Yannan curled her lips, looked at her serious appearance, her eyes became a little deeper, and she was really brave enough to admit it.

Lian Muran felt that he was looking at her and was stunned, "What's wrong?"

Ling Yannan curled her lips and looked at her, shook her head, walked past her, and walked towards the kitchen, and said, "It's okay, I just want to tell you that you are still not suitable for cooking. Don't do it in the future, so as not to suffer from Xiao An in the future."

Lian Muran was stunned because of his words, his heart beat hard. He turned his head to look at him, but only saw his back.

He didn't know how profound the meaning of what he said just now was to her.

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In the morning, she woke up as usual, and even Muran was already in the room. If she was not surprised, she had already gotten up and went downstairs, because if she had no other special things, she could get up early.

However, when he went downstairs, he was conscious and looked for the familiar figure. However, he could not see her in the hall. In the hall, only his mother hugged Xiao An, and her eyebrows frowned without even wiping her.

When Ling's mother saw him, she smiled, "Are you awake? You can have breakfast in a while."

Ling Yannan nodded slightly, lowered her head and kissed her son in her arms, which made Xiao An laugh. He paused, and couldn't help but reach out and hugged his son in his arms. He paused and asked, "Mom, where is Xiao An's mother?"

When Ling's mother heard this, she glanced at her son, "What is Xiao An's mother? Is there anyone who calls her wife like that?"

Ling Yannan said nothing and did not look up.

Ling's mother just said casually, and didn't care much, and answered his question: "Xiaoran is now learning to cook with the nanny in the kitchen. Oh, it's hard for her. When she was a daughter of Lian's family at home, she never went into the kitchen. Now she has to work and take care of Xiao An every day, and she has to learn to cook. I feel that I have treated the Lian's daughter badly."

When Ling Yannan heard this, she frowned, looked up at her, and said in surprise: "I thought you would like those gentle and sophisticated daughter-in-law who can cook in the kitchen."

"Yes, my mother thought so before, but now she thinks that a good wife may not be able to cook. As long as the person is good enough and caring enough, it's good. Our family is not short of a person who knows how to cook, so why do you have to be a wife who knows how to cook?" After Ling's mother said, she looked at Ling Yannan with some meaning.

Ling Yannan paused, lowered her eyes and didn't know what she was thinking, and asked lightly: "How long has she been in?"

"It's been almost an hour."

Ling Yannan said nothing, handed the son in his arms to Ling's mother and went into the kitchen.

Lian Muran was learning to cook with the nanny. The nanny cooperated very well. She taught whatever she asked. From the beginning, Lian Muran listened very seriously and watched very seriously. He also did it himself if necessary. At the beginning, the nanny taught her to make a fried rapeseed. Lian Muran poured oil into the pot. Although he was calm and did not scream, he frowned his delicate brows and couldn't help but walk away a little, but his eyes were still staring at the pot, so he didn't see anyone coming in.

Seeing her like this, the nanny came by himself and asked her to go away so that the oil would not be splashed. However, Lian Muran was not so spoiled and said, "It doesn't matter, I'll do it, just try it."

As he said that, he walked forward with a spatula, but his hand was suddenly pulled by someone.

Lian Muran turned around and saw his frowning faintly, and asked, "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong?"

Ling Yannan looked at her expressionlessly, and her tone was also very light, "Why do you need to learn?"

Lian Muran didn't say anything and just looked at him like this. In fact, she still didn't understand what he meant. She actually thought his words were very reasonable. She couldn't control Ling Yannan to be a good husband, and she didn't know what to be considered a good husband, because what she asked for him was that he could love her.

And similarly, she didn't know what a good wife would look like in his heart. Yesterday's words might just be what he said casually, or what he asked in his heart.

She would not say that she wanted to meet his requirements and be a good wife, but she thought that she should be a good wife, a good mother, and that's all.

The nanny looked at them anxiously, and saw them standing silently in front of her, not knowing what she should do, so she had to turn off the power and wait for a while before they could handle it.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Ling Yannan sighed and softened her tone. She took the spatula in her hand and handed it to the nanny who was about to walk out of the kitchen. After leaving, he walked to the sink with her hand and stopped, and said lightly: "It's not suitable for you to enter the kitchen."

Lian Muran bit his little mouth, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind. Finally, she asked him: "Why?"

Ling Yannan did not answer, but instead asked her lightly: "Do you like cooking?"
To be continued...