"I can't taste anything strange, it's delicious," she said honestly, not knowing that she had been tricked by this man.
"I'll take another bite," Tang Yunmu raised his eyebrows slightly and started eating again, "Well, it's okay, don't you want to eat it?" He turned around and asked Tian Qingning, who was still standing stupidly.
"Eat," Tian Qingning ran to the kitchen. As soon as he washed his hands and came out, he found that he had also eaten more than half of his bowl.
"My noodles," she ran over and grabbed the bowl from Tang Yunmu's hand, "I haven't eaten it yet," she felt distressed. She had been making this noodles for a long time. This was not an ordinary tomato and egg noodles.
, is the signature noodle of a certain store where she worked. She learned it secretly for a long time. Just one ingredient, there are more than a dozen processes.
She almost burst into tears
Tang Yunmu was very innocent, "I thought you didn't want to eat it, but this noodle is good," he picked up his chopsticks and ate the food on the table, as if he was still not full. I have to say, this woman cooked the food.
It really suits his taste and makes him eat more than usual.
"Who said I won't eat?" Tian Qingning picked up the bowl and sat on the sofa. However, she looked at the bowl in her hand for a long time, and finally stood up and put the bowl in front of him, "You eat, you are more tired."
And that sentence, "You are tired," for some reason, made Tang Yunmu's heart move slightly. It seemed that the softest place in his heart had been touched. It had been a long time since anyone had said this word to him. He was more...
Tired, tired, really tired?
"Thank you," he picked up the bowl and continued to eat. The noodles he had eaten today seemed to be very warm. It warmed his stomach and also warmed his heart.
Even this night, he slept peacefully
In the morning, when the first ray of sunlight seeped in, he had already gotten up, opened the door and walked out. The woman in the hall was busy. It had been like this recently. She had to get up much earlier than him and was busy cleaning.
There is also cooking, which was all done by Aunt Zhang in the past. Without Aunt Zhang, she might have turned this place into a pigsty.
When did such a lazy woman start to become diligent? If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, to be honest, he really wouldn't have believed that this woman who was always busy was the same woman who was always lazy and always had nothing to do.
Tian Qingning will quarrel with him
She is too quiet now. He found that as long as he gave her a fashion magazine, she could read it all afternoon. Even more, she would hug a pillow and lie on the sofa watching cartoons like a child.
He went downstairs and saw that his clothes had been washed. There was a faint smell of lavender on the clothes, which was very clear and light.
"I'm going out, I'll be back in a while," he shouted to the busy woman.
"Okay," the man didn't even look back. It seemed that the furniture was more attractive than him as a husband, but he himself didn't realize when he had considered himself a husband again.
When he came back from a jog, he opened the door, and the smell of the food had already spread. I don’t know when they developed this tacit understanding. He ran, she cleaned, he ran back, and there was already his favorite breakfast.