On the way home, Xiang Xiaochuang remained silent for a while.
I finally agreed to him, my lover, this shameful status, from now on, I am afraid it will leave a heavy mark on her life. Xiang Xiaochuang was only thinking about his own thoughts, and never noticed that Du Jiawen was investing in her from time to time.
eyes.
As if she had lost all her strength, Xiang Xiaochuang followed Du Jiawen into the elevator dejectedly. The eyes that kept looking at her were like invisible needles, piercing straight into her heart.
She... is one of those vases who cannot support herself after all.
Just think it's for Xiaoling... She sighed, at least it's not completely worthless.
"I'm hungry!" As soon as Du Jiawen got home, he crossed his legs and sat on the sofa to read the evening newspaper.
Xiang Xiaochuang was a little stunned, looking at him, confused. Du Jiawen raised his head and explained in a good-tempered way: "You just wasted a good dinner, and you rushed out before I had time to eat anything.
And now, I'm hungry."
Xiang Xiaochuang understood what he meant. He just wanted her to be a cook. She didn't seem to have eaten anything. She had been fighting with a shrimp ball for a long time, and she was already hungry.
Shrugging his shoulders, Xiang Xiaochuang remembered his "Lover's Code" and obeyed his words.
The kitchen was very clean, and the stoves that were not stained with oil smoke showed that Du Jiawen was not eating at home. He opened the refrigerator resignedly, and sure enough, there was not much stock in it. Milk and bread were probably Du Jiawen's daily breakfast.
Frustrated, he thrust his arms around his waist. It was hard for a clever daughter-in-law to make a living without rice. He was clearly giving her a hard time to solve!
After rummaging through the cabinets, I finally found a few eggs in the vegetable box. After thinking about it, I fried a few poached eggs and put them on sliced toast to make a sandwich. I poured two large cups with milk and heated them in the microwave.
Two minutes.
Although Du Jiawen was pretending to be holding an evening newspaper, he didn't read even a single word in the newspaper. Looking at the busy figures in the kitchen, he felt somewhat curious.
He knew what was in the refrigerator, and he didn't know what she could make to feed his stomach.
Xiang Xiaochuang came out with a plate. The apron that had not been used for a century was tied around her waist, and even tied up her large T-shirt to make her look graceful.
The fragrance overflowed, and Du Jiawen restrained his impulse and focused his eyes on the newspaper, as if he had not noticed Xiang Xiaochuang's movements.
"It's time to eat." Xiang Xiaochuang called out and sat down at the dining table. Before Du Jiawen could react, she was already holding a milk glass in one hand and grabbing a sandwich in the other, eating happily.
"You..." Du Jiawen was a little dumbfounded, "I haven't even sat down yet, and you're going to start eating?"
Xiang Xiaochuang's mouth was full of sandwiches, and after he put it down with a mouthful of milk, he had time to answer: "Anyway, it's one for each person, so you don't have to worry about me eating your share."
Is he worried about this? Du Jiawen sat down and said angrily: "From now on, you can't eat in private until I sit at the table!"
Just when Xiang Xiaochuang was about to refute, he immediately lost his confidence when he thought of the "first rule" he had personally set. He said "hmm" listlessly: "Now that you sit down, can I continue to eat?"
"I asked you to make dinner, not breakfast!" Du Jiawen stared at the sandwich on his plate and the milk on his hand, and glared at her with dissatisfaction.