Leng Shaoheng took a look at Shen Qingqing. His eyes moved down and fell on her stomach. The corners of his mouth raised a smile, "are you hungry?"
Shen Qingqing ordered, "well."
"Well, I'll cook. Would you like to have a rest, make a Wellington steak and cook a cream mushroom soup?"
"No." Shen Qingqing shook her head. "I don't want to sleep. If I sleep too much, I won't feel sleepy at night. I can't sleep at night."
Shen Qingqing looked up at Leng Shaoheng, "I want to see you cook."
Cold Shaoheng see her this appearance, had to nod, "good."
Then they went to the kitchen together. Leng Shaoheng tied his apron and began to deal with the ingredients.
Shen Qingqing is sitting on the chair, looking at the cold Shaoheng processing of those ingredients.
Leng Shaoheng's every move is elegant and precious.
A good-looking man is also very good-looking when he cooks. There is a kind of pleasing beauty.
In the kitchen, the servants stood aside and did not disturb them.
Although Leng Shaoheng said he was busy, he could not see the slightest panic on his face. Every step was orderly.
Shen Qingqing hasn't seen Leng Shaoheng cook in person for a long time. Now it seems that he is really a good man at home.
He can get into both the hall and the kitchen. He is a giant in the business world outside, but he is a good man who can cook and make soup at home.
Shen Qingqing suddenly feels like the happiest woman in the world, because she has the best husband in the world.
Soon, the Wellington steak was ready, the cream mushroom soup was ready, and they were served together.
Because Shen Qingqing's hand was still injured, there was no way to pick up the knife and fork.
So Leng Shaoheng cut the steak with a knife and fork, cut it into small pieces and fed it to Shen Qingqing himself.
Shen Qingqing took a bite and was amazed by the taste. "It's delicious, isn't it?"
She was very satisfied and nodded in admiration. There was a bright light in her eyes.
"If it's delicious, eat more." Leng Shaoheng said with a smile.
Shen Qingqing ate a lot.
After eating a Wellington steak, Leng Shaoheng feeds Shen Qingqing another spoonful and drinks cream mushroom soup.
After drinking a bowl, Shen Qingqing was a little bit more than he could say to Leng Shaoheng, "still want to drink."
Leng Shaoheng gave her another bowl, and then fed her one by one.
After eating and drinking, Shen Qingqing leaned back on the chair contentedly, her stomach bulging slightly.
She looked down, satisfied.
Seeing Shen Qingqing like this, Leng Shaoheng's heart is soft, his eyes overflow with a gentle smile, and his lips can't help hooking up.
After eating and drinking enough, Leng Shaoheng takes Shen Qingqing to the balcony and basks in the afternoon sun. The sun is not as hot as it is at noon. It's just right to sprinkle on her face.
Shen Qingqing leaned back on the reclining chair and closed her eyes. Her face was comfortable and quiet.
Leng Shaoheng looks at her tenderly, as if she can't see enough in her whole life.
In this way, gradually Shen Qingqing fell asleep again.
Leng Shaoheng looked at her eyelids drooping, and finally closed them with a gentle smile.
Shen Qingqing's appearance of eating, drinking and basking in the sun is like a cute cat, which makes him very excited.
I can't help but want to hold her in my arms, and then hold and spoil her for a lifetime.
When Leng Shaoheng thought of this, his eyes showed deep love. Then he came to Shen Qingqing, bent down and picked her up from the couch.
He took her back to the bedroom, put her on the bed and helped her cover the quilt.
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