The old woman next to them looked at the two of them with a smile and served them delicious mung bean soup.
That hateful expression is like looking at your grandson and granddaughter-in-law. It’s so annoying!!!
He recalled the time when Huanyan stood up like a little heroine to protect the young Xiao Yunnuo.
It's such a pity that I didn't meet her earlier!!!
(Brother, even if I met her earlier, I wouldn’t protect you... Why should someone as rich and handsome as you need protection... It’s all because of you bullying others...)
Why is God so unfair that Xiao Yunnuo meets Huanyan ten years earlier than himself???
No, he wants to make up for these ten years, he must make up for it!!!
Let’s start with this bowl of mung bean soup.
Situ Chenjue was full of energy again...
In fact, Situ Chenjue's logic is quite strange. If Huanyan likes to drink Grandma Li's mung bean soup, why not just invite Grandma Li to make mung bean soup? She can drink as much as she wants.
But for a man like Situ Chenjue who is possessive and thinks that he can do anything and handle everything, he thinks that the little mung bean soup is nothing, he must be able to handle it!
But he didn't expect that these round little mung beans and the burning gas stove would give him the biggest, almost devastating blow.
Mother Xie looked at the CEO who had black lines on his head and was at a loss what to do. She couldn't help but gently advised him: "Master, don't worry. Cooking is not something that can be frozen in a day. And you are a big man."
Men, cooking is a woman's job, not what a grown man should do."
"What do you think a grown man should do? Your words are the dregs of feudal ideology!"
Situ Chenjue was annoyed and roughly wiped his hands that were stained with oil, ash, soy sauce and something unknown on his body, not caring that it was a haute couture shirt.
"Um..." Xie Ma thought to herself, what's wrong with the young master today? He's so stiff when he talks. I'm doing this for your own good and leaving you a piece of paper. You actually said that I'm the dregs of feudalism. Be careful that I'll hurt you.
Take a photo of this look and send it to the young mistress...
Situ Chenjue glanced at her coldly: "Anyway, I make things for my wife, and that's only natural, but why is this thing so difficult to make? Thank you, Mom, please teach me!"
Xie Ma smiled bitterly and said, "Master, this thing has talent and it can't be taught."
"Do you both think I'm a fool? Okay, if you don't teach me, I'll go out and find someone else!"
As expected, Situ Chenjue returned to the living room angrily, put on a coat, washed his hands, then kicked the door open and walked out with a quick stride.
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Mother Xie looked at the kitchen, which was in a mess, as if it had been invaded by an alien creature, and sighed in annoyance.
At this moment, I turned around and found the young mistress standing at the door.
Mother Xie didn't expect that the young mistress would actually follow her. She thought that the young master had repeatedly told her that she must not tell the young mistress about making mung bean soup.
He coughed covertly and said, "Young lady, I'm sorry, I'm old and my eyesight is dim. I've made the kitchen look like this. Don't laugh at me."
——We’re here today~~~~ Let’s see how President Situ is going to handle something like mung bean soup?
This chapter has been completed!