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Fu Sihan raised his gaze, his eyes filled with a frosty coldness and mockery. "What right do you have to discipline me? My wife? "

In the morning, Fu Sihan's temper was especially bad.

"I …" Is it because I heard you are weak and sick...

He deserved to die!

The woman lightly bit her lower lip as she lowered her eyes. It was obvious that she was unwilling to accept this, and she even felt wronged.

Fu Sihan didn't need to guess to know that she was secretly criticizing him. His tall and straight body leaned back in his chair. "Woman, go cook breakfast for me."

"What?" Late at night, she thought she heard it.

"If you can't cook it, you don't need to eat it."

Don't you like to talk too much?

Wasn't he looking for a sense of existence?

Give you a chance.

Fu Sihan had purposely made things difficult for Yun Yang to talk late.

The young miss who was raised by the Yan family and dared to marry a woman from a night show was probably someone who had never entered the kitchen before!

When she saw the words "she definitely won't be able to make anything decent" on his face, she gritted her teeth in anger and said, "I'll do it!"

What Fu Sihan did not know was that cooking was the strong point of Yan Huang's evening meal.

He still had another identity later on …

He was a food blogger with millions of fans, and all of them were live fans.

Ten minutes later, a hot bowl of noodles and soup was ready.

Chewing cotton into the soup, sometimes the vegetables melted in the mouth, lean meat fried fragrance into the pot, before the pot add yellow clear egg liquid, finally add appropriate amount of salt seasoning, a small amount of chicken essence fresh.

With the simple and elegant white porcelain orchid bowl, the color is beautiful, the rich fragrance pours in the nose.

"You're giving me this?" When Fu Sihan saw the bowl of porcine food, his face turned completely black.

"Third Young Master, try it. I promise it will taste good!" Nourishing Stomach Soup! " "Wait a minute," he said before he threw the bowl.

As a food blogger, Yan Wan really hoped that there would be one more person who would like her food.

As a bride under someone else's roof, she was eager to please Fu Sihan.

The "pig food" in front of him exuded a rich fragrance. The soft and sticky fragrance of rice, the rich fragrance of eggs, the fresh fragrance of vegetables, and the tempting fragrance of meat were mixed together perfectly.

Unexpectedly, Fu Sihan retracted the word 'scram' that was about to come out of his mouth.

He picked up the spoon and stared at the bowl of pig food for a few seconds, as if trying to decide how bad it was.

As the broth entered his mouth, it was rich and mellow. Regardless of whether it was cotton, egg or vegetable, it all melted at once. Between his lips, only meat was left rolling and grinding his teeth. Unexpectedly, it was quite enjoyable.

There was still a little sweetness in the aftertaste.

A surging and peculiar emotion flashed through Fu Sihan's eyes.

This taste... It tasted very similar to the goosebumps that the little girl had made in his memories. It tasted very strange!

Fu Sihan abruptly lifted his eyes and stared intently at Yan Wan, his eyes seemed to have strong emotions rolling in them.

"How did you do this?" He grabbed her wrist.

"..." Online, online. " She was scared by his reaction and didn't dare to say that she knew how to do it since she was young.

Fu Sihan released her hand and invisibly lowered his eyes, covering up his disappointment and mockery.

How could he have thought she was a girl of the past?

Ridiculous!

"How is it? Do you like it? " Fu Sihan's face was expressionless as he asked in a nervous yet expectant manner. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking at night.

"Thump!"

A sound rang out.

Fu Sihan threw the porcelain spoon into his bowl and reverted back to his expressionless face. "It's not good."

Unpalatable?

How is this possible?

Did she fail?

She suspiciously took a sip of the broth in her bowl and said, "I think it's pretty good."