Chapter 905

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Dong Wenfeng was also a little upset about Murong's pain. Naturally, he would not blame him again. He poured a glass of water, and then Tong Waner had taken the medicine box. Dong Wenfeng rushed inside and carefully selected two kinds of tablets that could be treated. He said gently, "come on, wife, eat all these tablets quickly. You must have missed breakfast in the morning. I'll cook a bowl of noodles later. You can try it."

Dong Wenfeng helped Murong sit up and watched her slowly eat all the pills. He was relieved to let song Xiaoyun and Tong Waner continue to take care of her.

Come to the barbecue rack and find some mild chili powder and vinegar in it. Murong loves them very much. Dong Wenfeng first fried two golden poached eggs, then made steaming white noodles all night, and put all these ingredients in, which was enough to make Dong Wenfeng's own fat and water flow for a long time.

A thick fragrance opened Murong's eyes. It turned out that Dong Wenfeng came with steaming egg soup noodles.

Murong hasn't eaten anything cooked by Dong Wenfeng. According to a girl's imagination, those who can go to the hall and the kitchen basically describe women, and men basically revolve around these animals. In Murong's mind, he is a businessman with strategy and an intelligent martial artist. She doesn't believe that Dong Wenfeng has something to do with a chef.

It can be imagined how reluctant Murong is to Dong Wenfeng's bowl of egg soup noodles!

But in order not to let her husband lose face in front of these women, Murong decided to give him some face.

"Wife, eat this bowl of egg soup noodles!" Dong Wenfeng seems to be very confident in his cooking. At the moment, he counts out how many flavors there are.

Murong thought: it's over. My husband doesn't know how to cook noodles. He poured all the spices in! What looks like a pot of hodgepodge is actually a bowl of poison.

Murong was reluctant to eat. He couldn't help asking, "husband, have you cooked noodles before?"

Dong Wenfeng shook his head, felt the back of his head awkwardly, smiled slightly at the corners of his mouth, and said, "no, I'm still cooking for others for the first time! Wife, you're the first. How about trying my cooking?"

Murong was completely cool. Unexpectedly, Dong Wenfeng's purpose was to experiment with himself. However, it's really hard for Dong Wenfeng to carry this bowl of noodles all the time. Moreover, the bowl of noodles smells delicious. I'm afraid it's not too bad to eat. Moreover, the two poached eggs seem to have an appetite. Murong tangled over and over again and finally decided to take a bite and give Dong Wenfeng a face.

Murong grabbed a poached egg with chopsticks and bit it gently. The fragrant juice entered her mouth. She was a little stunned. Her closed eyes looked like a top gourmet tasting Michelin ingredients, as if she was appreciating a work rather than tasting a food.

Unexpectedly, Dong Wenfeng's bowl of egg soup noodles can be so beautiful. Is he really the kitchen god?

Murong really didn't exaggerate. When Dong Wenfeng was injured and demobilized in the army, he met an old logistics cook. When he was idle, he often went to the old cook to water vegetables and fertilize. On the contrary, when people in the army saw Dong Wenfeng, they recognized him as a cook, not a special soldier in the command camp.

Dong Wenfeng cooked all his teammates in the cooking class as soon as he came and went. Naturally, food can take a little priority. Fortunately, he also got the secret personally taught by the old chef.

In this way, after three months of hard work, Dong Wenfeng's cooking has developed by leaps and bounds, but he has no worries about food and clothing, so he doesn't need to cook. Naturally, no one knows how his cooking is.

"Husband, this... This is really... Great... Eat... Are you sure you... Made it yourself?" Murong's mouth has been filled with a whole poached egg, but this picture is enough to prove that Dong Wenfeng's cooking is excellent.

"Of course, otherwise I couldn't do it out of thin air. You'd better eat slowly! Be careful to choke..." Dong Wenfeng said with some reminders. He was really worried about Murong's eating picture.

"Yes, sister Murong, brother Wenfeng is right. Eat slowly. Don't choke. We won't rob you." Song Xiaoyun looked at Murong's charming face, but there were a few more drops of soup, and she couldn't help reminding.

"Is it really so delicious?" Tong Waner leaned over and looked at Murong who was obsessed with this bowl of egg soup noodles. Unexpectedly, a bowl of egg soup noodles can be eaten with relish.

"Yes!"

Murong was too lazy to answer. He responded with only one word. He turned back and continued to drink the rest of the soup until he drank it clean.

Murong wiped the soup around his mouth with his hand, then took Dong Wenfeng's arm with a girl's ability to act as a spoiled girl, shook it gently, and said in a pleading tone: "brother Wenfeng, little sister, I want more."

I, Japan, this goblin really dares to say, and I don't know to pay attention to the occasion. If two people are together, they won't be embarrassed, but there are two sisters next to them! Dong Wenfeng was almost suffocating to death. Sure enough, Tong Waner and song Xiaoyun had heard the implication. Tong Waner laughed happily, and song Xiaoyun just blushed.

Murong also reacted. He quickly waved his hand and said, "I don't mean that..."

"My good sister, I know that's what you mean. It seems that my husband must have been with you last night and knocked you dissatisfied." Tong Waner was naughty and made a face at Murong.

"Wan'er, you dare to make fun of me..." Murong said, just like Tong Wan'er chasing after him. At the moment, he is playing on the lawn.

It seems that Murong has forgotten the temptation of egg soup noodles. Dong Wenfeng has lost Murong's chatter here, but is much quieter.

At the moment, Dong Wenfeng and song Xiaoyun can continue to sit quietly and have a barbecue, but the charcoal fire is much smaller and it is difficult to bake any more.

"Yun'er, it's really my fault that you didn't have enough to eat when you came out." because it was Murong heatstroke, but Dong Wenfeng didn't want to shirk the responsibility on him, so he said it was his own responsibility. At the moment, Dong Wenfeng took the responsibility on himself.

"Brother Wenfeng, I don't blame you for this, and I don't eat much. I've just eaten a few strings and haven't started to digest yet! Hee hee..." Song Xiaoyun is really considerate, which is enough to move Dong Wenfeng. At the moment, he vowed to protect her from harm all his life.

"Yun'er, I think you always wear this pleated skirt and seldom go shopping to buy clothes. Well, tomorrow Sunday, I'll take you to Xiaqing clothing city. You can choose some suitable summer clothes." Dong Wenfeng spoke with some orders, so that song Xiaoyun couldn't refuse, so she had to nod gently.