Chapter 29

She still remembers the first time she saw the figurative appearance in the hospital, which was bloated, pale and crumbling, and the whole person was full of decadence; but now she is full of vitality, her skin is still white, but her eyes are slightly bright and warm, with a heart shaking quiet.

Zhou Yun's eyes flashed slightly and frowned.

Maybe it's because you were pregnant at that time.

She felt dissatisfied again. She really didn't like words. Saving her son's life didn't mean that she could marry him. Good Xia Xia was gone, and she forced a Yan to have a daughter who wasn't born by herself.

Zhou Yun will not take the initiative to hold the little star.

Yu didn't care. Seeing the flowers that Zhou Yun had just finished, he sat down and said, "Mom, you are arranging flowers."

Zhou Yun put down his tea cup and said, "well..." He made a noise.

Zhou Yun was born into a famous family and doted on by her big family, so she always plays and inserts. Arranging flowers, playing the piano, shopping, traveling and marrying a good family, so I was very willful. Of course, when I was young, I did something wrong.

She glanced deeply at the little star, lowered her eyelashes and pursed her lips.

Yu can't arrange flowers, so she just sat for a while and was driven away by Zhou Yun. Zhou Yun said, "don't pestle here. Go to the kitchen and see if there is anything you can help. By the way, a Yan likes foie gras. Cheng Guo likes spaghetti."

Zhou Yun lightly twisted his eyebrows: "forget it, if you can't, that's it."

Metaphor chest ups and downs, smile: "I will, I go to the kitchen to see."

Zhou Yun looks at the figure of the figure and smiles. His depression finally comes out.

How can they let their daughter-in-law cook in the kitchen? She just wanted to vent her anger. Today, Yu Yu and Lu Yan made headlines. Many ladies called to laugh at her. She explained that she was her daughter-in-law, but no one believed her. She also secretly satirized that she should not forget the daughter-in-law who married and donated bone marrow to Lu Yan.

When Yu Yu arrived in the kitchen, the servants were startled. They laughed: "what are you doing in here, young granny? I'm hungry. Would you like something to eat? "

Yu Yu smiles: "I'll make some dinner."

They quickly went up to stop: "no, no, we'll just do it, young granny."

Yu has gently tied up her hair and put it on her back neck. She took an apron and tied it up behind her. Under the light, her smile was a little gentle: "it's OK. I want to make dinner for a Yan and dad."

Left two cooks to help.

Yuyu has lived in England for several years, but she is not a lady. Of course, she can cook. Spaghetti is better, but foie gras is more difficult.

The chef patiently taught her that she was skillful and soon got started, which was a waste of several pieces of foie gras.

Half an hour later, she fried foie gras with moderate heat, emitting a strong aroma, melting in the mouth, soft and soft.

The words and expressions eyes flashed surprise, some happy: "this time is OK?"

The cook nodded: "it's great. The young master likes this one."

After frying several more, she finally finished. She carefully set the plate. On the other side, the chef helped her to take out the spaghetti.

When Lu Yan came to the kitchen, she saw that Yanyu was setting the plate. She bent down, her hair hanging down, the light pouring light, reflecting the soft luster.

Wearing a chic skirt, she looks more gentle.

The radian of the side face is so soft that it seems to soften the heart.

She seemed to feel someone standing at the kitchen door, turned her head, her eyes were shining smile, bright almost burn people.

Lu Yan didn't see the expression of simile very much.

In the past few months of marriage, he could obviously feel that she was flattering him, so that his expression was a little restrained. Unlike now, the smile in his eyes set off her beauty.

She picked up the foie gras, fork, some surprise: "you come back, eat Foie Gras?" She came up to him, raised her eyes, and thrust the foie gras to his mouth.

The rich aroma had penetrated into his breath and aroused his appetite.

There is expectation in the eyes of metaphor.

Lu Yan thought expressionless, maybe it was her work that gave her confidence, which made her more cheerful and more bold.

But somehow, after a long silence, he opened his thin lips, bit the foie gras and ate it.

Yan Yu's eyebrows and eyes are smiling. The end of his eyes is light: "these are yours. I made them for you. Are they delicious?"

It's like, no matter what he does, she can easily be happy, she's very satisfied.

Yanyu intends to take off her apron and go out, but she just tied the knot in a hurry, which seems to be a dead knot. She turned her back and untied it for a long time, but she didn't untie it.

Two white hands were still fighting with the apron.

Lu Yan walked over. His cold eyes looked at her hands for a moment. He stood still and hung his head slightly. He was so tall that he almost blocked the light of the kitchen chandelier and fell the dim and cold light.Yu Yu wanted to turn back. His hoarse voice came down from his head: "don't move."

He stretched out his hand and pinched the knot with a clear hand to help her untie it.

When he grabbed her, he found that her waist was so thin that she was fragile and slender. It was like that she would break in the palm of his hand as long as he tried.

Lu Yan pursed his lips, slightly retracted his chin, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and his mood at the bottom of his eyes was not clear.

He thought that if it was a few months ago, it would not arouse his desire for destruction.

He hooked his lips and remembered what he had thought - he said that he would not fall in love with a cook or nanny, but if it was just a cook or nanny, he would never help them untie the apron knot.

Perhaps, metaphor is special.

It's a contradiction.

Zhou Yun placed the flowers in the middle of the dining table. She enjoyed them carefully for a while and felt very satisfied. She took out her mobile phone and took a few photos before she stopped.

Yu Yu and the servant set the table together and the meal was ready.

Lu Chengguo was very satisfied, with a kind smile at the corner of his eyes and eyebrows: "is this made by a Yu? Ayu's cooking is great. Dad likes it very much. "

His way of expressing his love is to add pasta.

Zhou Yun curled her lips: "the children of the poor should be in charge of the family early. She has no parents. This is what she should learn, ah." She raised her eyes and looked at Yanyu, and put forward her own doubts, "Yanyu, where do you get the money to study abroad without your parents? That's not a small sum of money. It's from little star's father? "

The hand that the speech says to clip dish to pause, pupil tiny Zheng.