"Let me have a taste." Wu Qiuyao picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of braised pork in his mouth. After eating, he said excitedly: "It's delicious. Yan Mengzhen, your cooking is so delicious. If you were me
Wife, I must love you to death, you are my baby."
Yan Mengzhen smiled to himself, baby? In fact, it doesn't matter whether you are a baby or not. The important thing is whether he treats you as a baby or not. Ke Yihan's baby is definitely not her.
"But she is my wife." Ke Yihan seemed to be unable to sit still, walked over and said with a frown.
"Isn't this an analogy?" Wu Qiuyao shrugged his shoulders and said pretending to be relaxed.
"How delicious can it be?" Ke Yihan picked up the chopsticks and said disdainfully.
He had eaten the food that Yan Mengzhen had cooked for four years and never found it delicious. Is Wu Qiuyao exaggerating like this?
The food that he was tired of eating was extremely fresh to Wu Qiuyao. Thinking of this, he seemed to be a little embarrassed. At least Yan Mengzhen had given it to him for the first time. This was his advantage.
After eating a piece of meat, I have to say that Yan Mengzhen’s cooking skills have become much better. It is much better than those tasteless pizzas. When he ate another piece of meat, when it was the third piece, Wu Qiuyao picked up the plate, put it next to him and said: "
This is what Yan Mengzhen made for me."
"Give it to me." Ke Yihan said displeasedly.
"I'm hungry, haven't you already eaten pizza?" Wu Qiuyao said displeased.
"This is my home." Ke Yihan's cold voice came.
The two of them refused to give in to each other, so weren't they just a piece of meat? Really, Yan Mengzhen finally broke the deadlock and said, "This is made for him."
As soon as she said this sentence, Ke Yihan's eyes were enough to chill her to death. She swallowed her saliva, ignored it quickly, and said again: "Well, the braised pork is a bit salty, you should eat some food, and then pour the gravy into it."
The rice is super delicious.”
"Really?" Wu Qiuyao asked quickly.
Yan Mengzhen smiled, took the braised pork, poured the rice into the plate, stirred it with chopsticks, took a bite and said, "Try it, it's very good."
Wu Qiuyao took Yan Mengzhen's chopsticks, but Ke Yihan snatched them away the next second and threw them into the trash can. He said displeasedly: "Get out of here, don't disturb me and Yan Ning."
Wu Qiuyao was stunned, picked up the plate in the trash can and said, "Yan Mengzhen, come to my house and teach me how to do this."
Before Yan Mengzhen could speak, Wu Qiuyao took her hand and walked quickly past Ke Yihan, taking away the rice that was not poured out of the plate.
Ke Yihan took steps forward, and Yan Ning's voice came: "So, you are still jealous? Is this your lack of love?"
"I just don't want to be cuckolded. Yan Ning, my marriage to her is not just between me and her, but between two families. I don't want to be caught by the media. I will send you back." Ke Yihan
said.
He was so angry that he wanted to press the woman named Yan Mengzhen on the bed right now, and force her so hard that even if she cried to death, he should not let her get out of bed. Damn it, Wu Qiuyao, remind you like this
, you don’t even understand, are you my brother?
Yan Ning still wanted to talk, but he had moved out of two families, so she had no choice but to shut up. Many things had changed. Even if they didn't admit it, they couldn't be changed. She had to learn to fight for it, and couldn't just sit back and wait for death.
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