Su Ruihan picked up the chopsticks, put two noodles in her bowl, and tasted them. They were too bland.
He grabbed her bowl and said with some frustration: "Stop eating. My natural enemy is cooking. I think I'd better wake up Aunt Lin and get some food again."
“Forget it, it’s okay to swallow, and it’s not poisonous or harmful. Our family will have a huge system in the future. Shouldn’t your cooking skills be retrained?”
Su Ruihan raised his eyebrows, "Why should I go? Isn't cooking a woman's job?"
“Nowadays, good men are those who can go to the hall and go to the kitchen.”
Boss Su thought, what else do you need women to do, carry on the family line?
But he just thought about it in his heart, how could he dare to say it out loud, because he was looking for trouble!
I don’t know who killed a thousand swords. He set such a precedent. Why did he act so easy when he had nothing to do? Now women started to follow suit. The new standard of a good man is that it is necessary to go to the kitchen? It's really terrible.
Li Luowan looked at his deflated expression, and suddenly her mood improved inexplicably. Plus, Su Ruihan was eating with her at the moment. Unknowingly, two people took one bite of a bowl of noodles, one took one, and I took one, and we ate most of it. On the contrary, the other bowl was left aside in the cold.
Su Ruihan frowned when he was clearing away the dishes. When was there another bowl here?
Did he cook so much?
Evidently he suffered from selective amnesia.
Li Luowan smiled and said, "Husband, I guess you have never eaten such unique noodles in your life, so you keep it as a souvenir. How shameful would it be to throw it away?"
Su Ruihan looked at Li Luowan seriously, looking at her with a gloating expression, meaning he wanted to thank her for sharing such unpalatable noodles with his daughter.
“Mrs. Su, be good, stop making trouble, I will definitely give you extra tutoring next time so that your cooking skills will improve by leaps and bounds.”
Li Luowan slapped his hand away and said with some disgust: "Do you think I am your pet?"
Touch your head every now and then.
After clearing the dishes, the two of them washed up and lay down again to catch up on their sleep.
The time is also approaching early morning.
I haven’t been so busy for a long time, and I really feel tired.
But to celebrate the little one’s birthday, no matter how much you pay, it’s worth it.
Li Luowan was heavy and felt uncomfortable being held in Su Ruihan's arms, but she couldn't even lift her toes, let alone kick him.
Soon she fell asleep.
Su Ruihan closed his eyes, and the thoughts in his mind became clearer and clearer.
The matter between Shen Qiyan and Ji Fei lingered on. He frowned, turned off the bedside lamp, put one hand on the back of his head, and forced himself not to think too much.
Those two people couldn't make any big waves, mainly because Li Luowan was due to give birth soon, and he didn't want to cause any trouble to distract him.
Even if Ji Fei's child was really not saved, it was her own fault, and no one else could help her.
But women’s hatred is more perverted. Once the resentment comes out, all kinds of charges can be pinned on your head, and you will have to fight to the death.
…
The next day.
It was daybreak, and the bright sunlight shone in through the white curtains.
The two people sleeping in each other's arms in the room were sweet and quiet. I don't know who moved, and the quilt was pulled, and then it became quiet again.
…
The next day.
It was daybreak, and the bright sunlight shone in through the white curtains.
The two people sleeping in each other's arms in the room were sweet and quiet. I don't know who moved, and the quilt was pulled, and then it became quiet again.