He thought in his mind that his wife had never cooked before, and she might not even be able to distinguish between sugar and salt. How could she cook?

Song Ci nodded seriously: "Of course, this is my first time cooking. Of course I have to be virtuous and virtuous to make a comprehensive breakfast."

The housekeeper twitched his lips, but seeing Song Ci's bright little face full of expectation, he immediately swallowed the words on his lips and said with a loving smile: "What do you want to do, madam?"

"Bake preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and make some bread, milk, and eggs?" Song Ci could only say the breakfast he usually prepared.

"Yes." In order to prevent Song Ci from being unable to cope, the housekeeper directly stepped in and said, "Madam, let me help you."

"good."

Song Ci never thought how good he could be, especially when it came to cooking, he had no talent at all: "Butler, how do you wash this rice?"

"I'll do it, ma'am."

"Butler, how much water should I put in this rice?"

"Madam, let me do it."

"housekeeper……"

"I'll come..."

"housekeeper……"

"..."

Upstairs, Huo Muchen was turning over, his delicate body not in his arms. He suddenly opened his sharp eyes and looked around the room, only to find that Song Ci was no longer in the room.

He straightened his back suddenly from the soft cushion, lifted the quilt, and whispered anxiously: "Xiao Ci?"

"..."

No one responded.

Huo Muchen raised his eyebrows, put on his home clothes casually, and walked straight downstairs. His whole body was full of hostility, shrouded at the top of the hall, and he called out to the person who came out: "Where's the madam?"

"My wife is in the kitchen."

The bodyguard who came out of the darkness replied.

"Go down."

Huo Muchen waved his hands casually and walked straight to the kitchen.

The butler turned around and saw Huo Muchen walking slowly towards him. Just as he was about to speak, Huo Muchen made a 'shush' gesture and silently exited the kitchen, asking the servants to leave.

My husband's cooking skills are much better than Song Ci's. At least he can distinguish between salt and sugar clearly, and he won't make a mess in the kitchen, which is very worrying.

Huo Muchen was a little discouraged when he saw that Song Ci was struggling to knead the dough, which had not formed a shape for a long time. There was even a little flour on the tip of his nose, which was so cute.

"Steward, why is this dough so hard all the time? Did I add too little water just now?" Song Ci asked in confusion.

Huo Muchen rolled up his sleeves and walked steadily behind Song Ci. He hugged her behind with his arms, his chest pressed tightly, and he held the dough in his hands.

Song Ci was startled, and before he could even raise his head, he could feel the man's cold, heavy wood breath falling from the top of his head.

"Are you awake?"

"Well, I can't sleep without you." Huo Muchen put his chin on the top of her head, smelling the fragrance of flowers in her hair, and a touch of softness appeared on his face: "Why do you suddenly think of cooking?"

"Aren't all the elders here?" Song Ci pursed her lips and smiled sheepishly.

Huo Muchen held her hand and slowly kneaded the dough: "Elders all know that you are what I am used to, so of course you don't know how to cook."

"Can't you let me learn it later?" Song Ci groaned in dissatisfaction and arched his butt back.

"Just tell me if you don't want to have breakfast, no need to hint, eh?" Huo Muchen snatched the dough from her hand and shaped it: "Do you want to make steamed buns or dumplings?"

"Can't they be made into glutinous rice balls?" Song Ci asked back.

Huo Muchen's face immediately darkened: "Have you ever seen that glutinous rice balls are made of flour? Is it possible that the glutinous rice you eat is fake?"

"I haven't eaten glutinous rice balls recently, and you haven't let me eat them since we got married." Song Ci recalled that for a few months after her marriage, she ate special healthy meals every day, and she wished she could feed them all like rabbits.

"Are you complaining to me?" Huo Muchen started to make dumpling wrappers, put the dumpling fillings made by the housekeeper into them, and began to make dumplings.

Song Ci was surprised that Huo Muchen could even make dumplings: "Husband, you are so amazing. Why do you know everything? Is there anyone else in the world who can't do it?"

After a pause, Song Ci immediately added: "Don't ever say that you don't know how to have a child. If I were alone, I wouldn't know how to have a child. Having a child is a matter for two people."

Huo Muchen pinched her nose and said, "I will answer quickly."

"That's not the case!"

Song Ci responded in a particularly arrogant manner.

Huo Muchen was amused by her arrogant appearance: "Want to learn how to make dumplings?"

"study."

Song Ci became interested and started learning how to make dumplings with Huo Muchen.

Not long after, Song Ci and Huo Muchen prepared breakfast.

To be more precise, Song Ci didn't know how to cook most of the dishes. Huo Muchen cooked all the meals himself. Song Ci didn't even have the talent to arrange the dishes as Huo Muchen did, so he was completely overpowered.

"Husband, you know everything, but you look like a little loser when compared to me!" Song Ci muttered silently while holding the dumpling wrapper.

"Don't think too much."

Huo Muchen comforted her, but said silently in his heart: "The original purpose is to raise people into a little waste!"

"Are you up to see your mother?"

he said.

"oh."

Song Ci turned around and left the kitchen, and saw Jing Lianxi coming down from the third floor, shouting to others with joy on his face: "I received the peace fruit!"

"I received it too!"

"Me too!"

They all went downstairs and saw that Song Ci's table was full of breakfast, all of which were Chinese food, and Song Ci was serving the food. They couldn't help but praise: "Xiao Ci, you cooked all this?"

Song Ci: "..."

She seemed to say casually, "She did it. She is ingenious and a model virtuous wife. It's a pity..."

Song Ci sighed, and just as he was about to deny it, Huo Muchen hugged his waist and said, "Xiao Ci did it, I'm the one who took care of it. She also made dumplings and will give them to everyone later."

"Oh my god, what kind of virtuous daughter-in-law is this? Lian Xi, you are so lucky. No wonder God opens a door for you when he closes a window! You are blind, but fortunately your son chose

People have better eyesight, so they are so lucky."

"Xiao Ci, give me thirty dumplings!"

"I want twenty!"

"I want twenty too!"

"..."

Song Ci was a little embarrassed to be praised, but she actually didn't do anything, it was all Huo Muchen who did it.

"Xiao Ci, why don't you take action?"

Huo Muchen took her hand and said, "You are so squeamish. You have to ask your husband to help you."

"Go on, go on. I know you two want to be conjoined twins, so go quickly. We'll eat first and won't wait for you." Jing Lianxi said.

Song Ci was dragged to the kitchen by Huo Muchen, and saw Huo Muchen starting to cook dumplings.

She silently walked to him, gently grabbed the corner of Huo Muchen's clothes, and lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong: "Husband, have I caused you trouble again?

I obviously don't know how to cook, but I still want to show off my strength, and yet I still ask you to get up so early to work with me!"

"Silly girl, Ms. Jing likes to show off you. She always looks for opportunities to introduce you to the Jing family, so you understand?" Huo Muchen successfully satisfied Jing Lianxi's vanity and started cooking dumplings.
Chapter completed!