Han Jing'er cooked noodles and fried egg rolls.

Place four eggs in a frying pan, spread them in one layer, split them in half after the egg skins solidify, pour another layer of egg juice, split them in half after they solidify, and a thick and juicy egg roll will be fried.

When Mi Jiayu saw it, he put the topic aside and cheered: "It smells so good! It looks delicious."

He picked up his chopsticks and wolfed down his food. He said, "It's really delicious! I originally hated noodles, but the noodles you cooked were so delicious, and the egg rolls you fried were fried to an unprecedented level."

, it’s quite delicious with the noodles.”

Han Jing'er glanced at him: "You know how to talk."

Mi Jiayu chuckled and said again: "Han Jing'er, your cooking skills are so good. It seems that you have the potential to be a good wife and mother."

Han Jing'er laughed: "You little brat, what do you know?"

Mi Jiayu was dissatisfied and shouted: "Han Jing'er, I've said it many times, why can't you remember it? Han Jing'er, I'll say it again, if you can't remember it again, I'm really going to be angry! Han Jing'er, I'll say it again."

Jinger, listen carefully: I, Mi Jiayu, am 19 years old this year and no longer a little kid."

Seeing Mi Jiayu's blushing face and his serious and serious look, Han Jing'er couldn't help but laugh. She gritted her teeth so hard that her cheek almost bled, but she managed to hold on without laughing.

She couldn't help but coax him: "Okay, okay, I remember, you are 19 years old this year and you are no longer a little kid."

Mi Jiayu finished the noodles quickly like a storm.

He wiped his mouth, then stretched again, looking satisfied: "Hey, I'm full, go to bed. I have to go to school again tomorrow to suffer. The counselor said, if I skip class again, be careful.

If you fail all the classes at the end of the semester, you won’t be able to graduate by then.”

Han Jing'er asked him: "You don't like going to school?"

Mi Jiayu answered quickly: "I don't like it!"

Mi Jiayu said: "Originally, I wanted to get admitted to the Conservatory of Music, but my parents didn't agree. My mother cried, made trouble, and hanged herself. My father was even more tough and only gave me two options. One was to go abroad.

I studied business administration in the United States, and the second option was to go to University C for business administration. I asked if there was a third option? My dad said, yes, that would be to break away from the father-son relationship with him! Bah, I have no interest in doing business at all.

I study business administration, and it’s simply difficult for others to do!”

Han Jing'er shook her head.

Having such an unruly son is enough to give his parents a headache.

Mi Jiayu leaned against the door of the kitchen, watching Han Jing'er clearing the dishes, and then watching her wash the dishes.

He tilted his mouth and said unexpectedly: "Han Jing'er, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Why are you asking?" Han Jing'er rolled her eyes at him while washing the dishes.

"I need to care about you. You are my life-savior after all, right?" Mi Jiayu smiled playfully without looking serious: "If you don't have a boyfriend yet, I'll introduce you to one. How about that?"

"Who wants you to introduce me?" Han Jinger was very annoyed.

"Han Jing'er, do you have a boyfriend?" Mi Jiayu asked.

"Yes." Han Jing'er said.

Mi Jiayu seemed very disappointed: "You have a boyfriend?" Then he said: "Han Jing'er, you are as beautiful as a flower. In Journey to the West, you are qualified to test Tang Monk, not to mention you are gentle.

, and a chivalrous heart? It’s not surprising to have a boyfriend, but it’s strange not to have a boyfriend.”

Han Jing'er said: "But we broke up."

Mi Jiayu became interested: "Why did we break up?"

Han Jing'er said: "Let's just break up. Why else?"

Mi Jiayu said: "There must be a reason, right?"

There was a reason, but Han Jing'er didn't bother to tell him.
Chapter completed!