Jiang Changxi: "I'm afraid you won't have an appetite, so I'm thinking of cooking you a bowl of noodles."
Zhou Lan was eager to try the noodles cooked by his wife and asked, "Why not cook them?"
Jiang Changxi: "I see you are eating well, and you have eaten a lot." If I eat more, I won't be afraid of stuffing you to death.
Zhou Lan: "I think I can still eat it. Chang Xi, if you cook it yourself, I can really eat it."
Jiang Changxi glanced at Zhou Lan, thinking that when he came back yesterday, his shoes were all scratched, and thought that this man could get used to it: "Okay, I'm not as good at craftsmanship as Dagui, please be more considerate."
As he spoke, he opened the stove to ventilate it. After a while, the fire came up. Then he put the thick soup prepared by Dagui, then boiled the water, put a few small green vegetables on it, and it was done.
Zhou Lan was dumbfounded: "Cooking is so easy."
Jiang Changxi laughed. Why did you come here in person? How did you come here as a thick soup? That was prepared by the noble family a long time ago.
Take the noodles out and rinse them with water, add green onions, season them and bring them to Zhou Lan.
Zhou Lan couldn't wait to say: "It's actually pretty good, not worse than Dagui's craftsmanship."
I really don’t dare to take this seriously. Jiang Changxi: “Eat it quickly, the noodles will lose their flavor if left out for a long time.”
Zhou Lan: "Let's eat together." He picked out two noodles and put them to Jiang Changxi's mouth.
How can we eat this together? Jiang Changxi thinks she has mysophobia. It is better to refuse.
Zhou Lan held up the chopsticks and eagerly wanted to share it with his wife: "Eat it."
Jiang Changxi: "I'm going to get the bowl set..." Someone stuffed noodles in his mouth.
Zhou Lan also said shyly: "We have all kissed, so you will not dislike the chopsticks I used."
Damn, what are you talking about? At most, you bumped into my lips or bit my lips. What kind of kiss is that? Can you say it casually if you are so unclear?
Jiang Changxi wanted to argue, but unfortunately half of the noodles were stuffed in his mouth, and half of the noodles were hanging out of his mouth.
But what's the big deal? Eat it and suck it off, but don't eat it. It really doesn't give people face. There is also a etiquette issue here. This chopstick noodle is really immoral.
Jiang Changxi was wondering if Zhou Lan was deliberately trying to trick him.
Zhou Lan still looked at his wife eagerly: "Eat."
If it weren't for the noodles in his mouth, Jiang Changxi would have scolded him for eating.
With a sullen face and an evil spirit, he sucked and the noodles went into his mouth. A few naughty drops of noodle soup were thrown on the faces of the two of them.
Zhou Lan was dumbfounded, is this wife so informal? This noodle dish is a bit free and uninhibited.
Jiang Changxi didn't expect the effect to be so different. After wiping his face, Jiang Changxi, who had never been so embarrassed, took the chopsticks and said: "Uncle."
Zhou Lan: "Ah", he was stuffed with a mouthful of noodles, and his mouth was still a little droopy.
Jiang Changxi looked at Zhou Lan with malice and said in return: "Eat."
Zhou Lan finally knew that his daughter-in-law held a lot of grudges, and also understood how embarrassed she was just now.
It would be so embarrassing to slurp noodles in front of my wife. If I throw noodles in my wife's face, I'm afraid she will fall out even more.
But if you don’t eat it, you won’t give your wife face. This is an issue worth studying.
After weighing it up, Zhou Lan picked up the bowl, bit off the noodles, and ate them with a smile.
Jiang Changxi had a dark face, why didn't he think of this move just now?
Zhou Lan said by the way: "It's delicious." He especially enjoyed being fed noodles by his wife.
Jiang Chang was very happy, and was afraid that he would say another dirty word, so he stuffed another mouthful of noodles into Zhou Lan's mouth.
Zhou Lan ate with a smile, feeling happy that he could still be treated like this.
Jiang Changxi had a dark face throughout the whole process, fighting with himself and getting angry with Zhou Lan.
He put down his chopsticks, with a drooped face, and said gloomily: "Say what you can say, but what you can't say, I ask Uncle Zhou to think carefully before speaking."
Zhou Lan's shameless spirit amplified in the dark night: "You can't say it, but you can do it, right?"
That's bullshit. Jiang Changxi: "What on earth did you do that night? Did you have an external infection? Why did it become like this?"
Zhou Lan: "Ahem, what are you talking about? You and I are living in the same room and eating together..."
Jiang Changxi wished that there were still noodles in the bowl, so he quickly blocked his mouth. Can he say such nonsense?
When I saw the pancake on the side, I stuffed it into my mouth and said, "Let's eat it." This person's mouth should not be used for talking.
Zhou Lan felt aggrieved and even burped. She really ate too much and was full.
Jiang Changxi was also dumbfounded. Anger is anger, but it can't really overwhelm people: "I'm full."
Zhou Lan burped again: "It doesn't matter, I'll just take a walk."
It's late at night and it's about to stop raining outside. Where can I go for a walk?
Jiang Changxi: "Really, for such a big person, I don't know how to put it down when I'm full."
Zhou Lan expressed his attitude to his daughter-in-law: "Don't mention noodles, even if it is intestinal poison, I will eat it all if Chang Xi feeds me."
After hearing this, Jiang Changxi glanced at Zhou Lan faintly, wondering why I felt like I was Pan Jinlian. Can I speak?
Jiang Changxi: "Ahem, I can't just feed you for no reason." If you're annoyed, that's not necessarily the case.
Zhou Lan also shut up. Why do these words sound so scary? Why do you want to feed me intestinal poison?
Zhou Lan's shy daughter-in-law said: "Well, let's forget about the poison."
Jiang Changxi responded with a smile: "If the uncle doesn't like it, he won't eat it." The implication is that you have to be good.
Zhou Lan rubbed his arms, feeling strangely cold: "This is a scary topic in the middle of the night."
Jiang Changxi snorted: "Let you talk nonsense."
Well, the atmosphere between the couple was good. While strolling around, Zhou Lan also wanted to go to his wife's boudoir.
However, Jiang Changxi stopped him: "Uncle, your house has been tidied up."
Zhou Lan: "It's so late at night, it's so troublesome to go back and forth, just pretend I haven't woken up."
Jiang Changxi: "I can wander around to eat in the middle of the night, and it's not a troublesome thing to change. It's time to eat."
Then she gave Zhou Lan a ruthless back. She didn't want to attract wolves in the middle of the night.
Zhou Lan stretched out Erkang's hand and said, "Why don't you accompany me for a walk for a while? Didn't you agree to digest food?" After saying that, he burped again, and his whole life was lost.
But Zhou Lan thought it was worth it, after all, it was the noodle soup made by the wife herself. She also fed it into her mouth with her own hands.
Jiang Changxi replied coldly: "It's so late at night, husband, you'd better rest early."
I don't want to talk to this pervert anymore. It's no use that I feel so sorry for him and even teases me.
When Zhou Lan returned to his room, he felt that he was alone. Seriously, nothing was as good as a young lady's boudoir.
Smell my own quilt, it smells wrong. Thinking of this, I can't recall the smell of my wife's house. It's really a pity.
If I had known earlier, I would rather not eat and be hungry all night, then I should just stay there.