Seeing that Lu Chuang was about to pour all the oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar into the pot, Qiao Yisheng hurriedly stopped him: "I caught you on the spot and you were trying to poison me."

Lu Chuang sneered quietly: "How can I lure you out without poisoning?"

"You can quibble." Qiao Yisheng snorted coldly.

Lu Chuang reached out his hand to the corner of her mouth and said, "Here, it's all evidence that you were hiding at the door and spying on me."

He also wiped his hands on the pants on his legs with a look of disgust on his face, as if his hands were really stained with her hair.

"I know that your husband, I am handsome and sexy, and I am obsessed with you, but how long has it been, we are even married, and you still act like you have never seen the world. Tsk, my damn charm."

"..." Qiao Yisheng made a vomiting gesture and vomited all on him.

Lu Chuang chuckled: "When you eat the noodles I poisoned you, you still have time to vomit."

"Hey, you really want me to starve to death, don't you?" Qiao Yisheng couldn't help but point fingers at him, and began to guide him from the side to save the pot of noodles that was about to burn.

It was barely a small revenge.

What kind of petty feud? That time very far away, he forced Lai Lai to teach her how to make dumplings.

Well, she is so petty.

The difference is that when he instructs her to make dumplings, he just talks about it; no matter how mediocre her cooking skills are, she is still a real and talented little teacher to him.

Lu Chuang was also very sensible and did not complain about her pretentiousness. He accepted her instructions humbly and was so well-behaved that Qiao Yisheng even wondered if he was harboring bad news again.

However, knowing that the noodles came out of the pot smoothly, Lu Chuang didn't do anything bad to her. He blew the hot air on the noodles and fed them to her mouth with his own hands.

Qiao Yisheng was sitting on the counter.

Although the sink was quite clean, Lu Chuang still took an apron and helped her put it on it before allowing her to sit on it.

During this period, she was sitting on the counter and guiding him to save the noodles.

Now Qiao Yisheng was still gently swinging her feet in the air leisurely and carefully eating the noodles he cooked into her mouth.

After chewing carefully and swallowing, he took another mouthful of soup - Lu Chuang cooked noodles.

Finally, Mr. Qiao Yisheng commented on the spot: "There is still a lot of room for improvement. If you continue to work hard in the future, Boss Lu will one day be able to live up to his reputation as a 'house husband'."

It is indeed easy for people to push their limits.

He took the initiative to wash the dishes before, which impressed her. Now that he is learning to cook, she greedily hopes that the more the better.

Lu Chuang just smiled and said nothing, fed her a bite, and he took a bite too.

The two of them didn't leave the kitchen. They were just standing there scooping up dumplings and eating them. Today, Lu Chuang helped her scoop up the noodles by the pot and eat them at the same time.

Qiao Yisheng gradually became upset because of his unusually well-behaved behavior as a good husband, and then began to suspect Lu Chuang.

His nature in front of her was too open, so Qiao Yisheng's guess was generally correct. After the two of them finished eating the noodles, Lu Chuang revealed in the question: "Are you full? Can we continue?"

Qiao Yisheng, who was blocked by him on the counter, shook his head: "No, I'm so sleepy, I need to go to sleep."

Lu Chuang's hand was pinching the back of her neck, "Qiao Quanquan, it's your first night of driving with a license, why don't you stay up all night?"

He was a big-headed guy, so he was exaggerating like Cannon, right? Qiao Yisheng almost died laughing, so she pinched his face and said, "Classmate Lu Chuang, let's be more scientific."

"Classmate Lu Chuang's academic performance is at the top of her class, did you just know?" Gently grabbing the hair on the back of her neck, Lu Chuang raised his head and kissed her, smothering her unspoken words into the kiss.

Qiao Yisheng's calves suddenly tightened, he breathed a few rapid breaths, and the fingers on his shoulders curled up unbearably.

She finally knew that from the moment he helped her put on her apron and let her sit on the counter, it was his careful plan.

"Qiao Quanquan, call me husband." Lu Chuang's deep voice was filled with affectionate warmth, amplified through his whisper, burning her eardrums, "You should call me husband at this time."

It was a coax, an order, and a threat.

His usually dark eyes would always turn red when he was emotional, becoming even deeper and bottomless, just like his unsatisfied desire for her.

The moist and ambiguous mist filled Qiao Yisheng's eyes, revealing her eagerness to be singled out by him.

"Huh? Who am I to you?" The touch of Lu Chuang's rough fingertips rubbing against her skin made her heart tremble. "I want to hear, you tell me."

Before satisfying her, Qiao Yisheng must satisfy him first. She is also willing to satisfy him.

Holding his head, Qiao Yisheng pressed close to him, biting his ear gently. Lu Chuang let out a low laugh in his throat, and Qiao Yisheng resonated with his push.

..."Husband" is probably the last name that should be used at this time. Qiao Yisheng thought so.

-

The closed curtains block the skylight outside the window, making the interior dark and quiet.

Although he was still very sleepy, Qiao Yisheng woke up and opened his eyes before Lu Chuang.

They were once again crowded together on the single bed she had used when she was a girl. Since the air conditioner was on, she didn't get angry even if she was held in his arms all night long.

It's just that the posture was too unsightly - his face was buried in her heart, her legs were resting on his legs, and the two of them were as clinging to each other as two vines.

It was actually very difficult to separate from him without waking him up.

Qiao Yisheng simply gave up, closed his eyes, and planned to take a nap.

But before she could fall asleep again, Lu Chuang's cell phone was vibrating non-stop, waking him up.

Lu Chuang originally wanted to press the call quietly.

Qiao Yisheng took the first step and handed him the phone: "Take the answer."

After hitting him so many times, I'm afraid there's an emergency. No matter how reckless the cannon is, he won't bother him with trivial matters.

Lu Chuang lay still, lazily stroking the answer button and turning on the speakerphone.

"Brother Chuang, you haven't gotten up yet, have you?" Cannon's voice sounded pitiful, as if he expected that he would be disliked by Lu Chuang.

Qiao Yisheng had reason to suspect that he lost the game with Skinny Monkey, so he became the person on the phone.

Lu Chuang didn't pretend to be nice to Cannon: "You think I'm already up?"

Cannon: "...well, it doesn't look like that."

Lu Chuang yawned: "So, why don't you fart quickly? Wait for me to guess? Or are you really just here to serve as an alarm clock for me?"
Chapter completed!