"But you smell of oil smoke..."

When Mo Wancheng said this, his nose moved slightly and he sniffed carefully. Indeed, there was the smell of oil smoke...

There is always a fresh smell on his body, like the fragrance of grass or wood. This is probably because he always used men's perfume in the past. Over time, the body fragrance on his body became the same.

But now, the body odor is not there, but the smell of cooking fumes is.

"Really, it smells like cooking fumes."

Mo Wancheng didn't notice Lu Yuanjie's embarrassed expression for a moment and continued.

"If you don't want to eat it, I'll take it away."

Lu Yuanjie said this sentence in a low voice.

Mo Wancheng grabbed the spoon and started to drink the soup.

It is impossible not to be moved. This man is just a young man. He has never done much housework since he was a child. If you ask him to wash dishes, he can break four of the five bowls.

He can scald his hands when boiling water and cut his hands when peeling fruit. He has a very cool temperament.

When she first fell in love, she was cautious. She always felt that this man was handsome, beautiful and so outstanding, as if he was so perfect that he should not exist in this world.

She was always worried that something would make him suddenly stop liking her. One time, she fell ill and was hospitalized. He came to the hospital to take care of her. Only then did Mo Wancheng realize his clumsiness. It turns out that not everyone is born with the ability to fall in love, and not everyone is born with it.

When it comes to taking care of people, no one in this world can take care of everything.

Lu Yuanjie is not perfect, he looks clumsy like a big boy.

I got good at peeling fruit, and gradually became more proficient in it. When I looked at the ugly peeled fruit, I frowned in self-disgust. Although he was handsome and unruly, there was always a slight hint of annoyance in his eyebrows.

Then he would say to her with a little displeasure and a command, "Get well soon, I don't know how to take care of others..."

Although it is raw, it is also warm.

Later the two got married.

Lu Yuanjie still had no experience in housework and could not help much. He was born as a young master, so she was not a young lady who grew up in a wealthy family.

I can't do anything. Apart from having a lot of experience in the design and layout of houses, I don't have any other talents.

But I don’t like the nanny to do everything perfectly. Newlyweds are always like this. They always think that my husband’s clothes must be worn by me and washed for him, and the food he eats must be cooked by me.

Unfortunately, my cooking skills are not good, so I tried to learn it but it didn't work.

Every time the food is cooked, it is barely edible, and definitely not delicious.

And they are all home-cooked dishes that are simple and convenient to prepare. This mixed noodles with oyster mushrooms and pork slices soup is a dish she often makes.

She only said that she likes to eat, but in fact, she just wants it to be simple and convenient. She always finds it troublesome to cook the soup slowly over a long fire, but this simple soup cooked over high heat can still ensure the taste of the ingredients...

Lu Yuanjie didn't dislike it. Every time he asked her, she said it was because she liked to eat it, and she always enjoyed home-cooked dishes that didn't have complicated recipes.

He believed it and never disapproved of it. He would eat whatever she did...

There were no major problems. The only time was that I didn't know if she had bought some stale ingredients. After eating them, she was fine. He had vomiting and diarrhea all night and could hardly stand still.

She was so frightened that she almost cried when she saw how weak he looked. He was already uncomfortable, but he still had to coax her.

Later, it was found out that it was indeed acute gastroenteritis caused by food poisoning. I was almost dehydrated and had to take a very large bottle of glucose for rehydration.

Even though she was eating the same thing, nothing happened to her.

Later, the doctor said that individuals have different gastrointestinal sensitivities and physical constitutions.

The woman who was about to cry because of his weakness before was relieved after hearing the doctor's words and stopped crying. Now the old man started to criticize his young master's body, and his stomach and intestines were so sensitive.

Then she said with a proud look that she had a gut made of iron and a stomach made of steel...

Even though he was so scolded, he still took good care of him very carefully, making nutrient solution for him to drink, peeling fruits for him, and feeding him porridge.

At that time, Lu Yuanjie could see everything. She was obviously the daughter of a rich family who was raised by her darlings, but she was already skilled at peeling beautiful fruits. Even when she was washing dishes in the bathroom in the ward, her movements were neat and clean.

It seems like you have done it so many times that you develop a habit.

He loved her and felt sorry for her, so he got out of bed and went to the bathroom while receiving an intravenous drip, hugged her from behind, buried his head in her neck, and said with pity in his voice, "It's better to hire a nanny, I don't want you to work too hard.

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Later, the family hired a nanny to help her with housework. Lu Yuanjie did not have any psychological shadow because of the previous gastroenteritis. On the contrary, she was afraid of snake bites for three years, so she became extra cautious about the selection of ingredients.

Very strict.

He once saw with his own eyes that she had to pick a pot of vegetables and then check them again and again.

"How does it taste?" Lu Yuanjie asked, and his deep voice reached his ears, waking Mo Wancheng from his memories.

The spoon in his hand hasn't moved for a long time, so that's why he asked?

He nodded quickly and said, "Very good...very good. The salt taste is just right."

"I have been making it for three years, and the salt taste is of course just right."

Lu Yuanjie's answer made Mo Wancheng a little puzzled. He frowned slightly and raised his eyes to look at the man, "Have you been doing this for three years? Do you eat it yourself?"

"Eat it in the toilet."

Lu Yuanjie spit out four words, and Mo Wancheng was even more stunned.

He reached for the chopsticks and stirred the noodles vigorously, "Eat the noodles first, otherwise they will become mushy."

Pushing the bowl in front of her, he said softly, "I will only eat this kind of thing when you make it. I'm afraid only you like to eat this kind of thing."

Mo Wancheng didn't know if it was an illusion. There seemed to be a slight smile in the man's faint voice. As if he thought of something, he said with a slight smile, "Intestines made of iron, stomach made of steel..."

She felt a little embarrassed. She was young and naughty at that time, so she probably gave him a lot of headaches, right?

"You still remember." Mo Wancheng said lightly, flicking the noodles in the bowl with his chopsticks.

"I haven't forgotten a word."

He said lightly, took a spoon, took out the oyster mushrooms she liked to eat piece by piece from the soup pot, and put them on the surface, "Eat it."

But Mo Wancheng didn't make any move, he just looked at him for a while, and then he stumbled and asked, "You...I...should we...start over?"

Lu Yuanjie froze, slowly put down the spoon, and stared back at her, "We have never ended. How can we start over?"
Chapter completed!