Maybe at that time I will no longer bring you the best things in the world, but at least I will be by your side and make you warm mung bean soup!”
Huanyan's tears fell down as she heard his confession like this.
"It's a pity that I'm not good at getting off the job... Baby, have I done too many bad things before... So God punishes me now..."
Situ Chenjue flattened his mouth, looking extremely depressed, and his handsome face turned into a bitter face.
Huanyan felt unbearable and comforted him gently: "Okay, okay, okay, don't be so sad. Why don't we go back and cook for me again. It doesn't matter. Don't rush this time. Anyway, we still have...
...It's a lifetime."
Speaking of the last few words, she was as light as a mosquito, but her heart was sweet and tight.
"Huh? Go back?"
Situ Chenjue seemed to suddenly remember something, slapped his thigh and jumped straight up.
"By the way! I... I've cooked a pot in Grandma Li's shop. Come on, let's go back and eat!"
"Of course, Grandma Li's shop has now become my second stronghold. I am good at bribing people's hearts!"
Huanyan smiled, smiling sweetly, hugged Situ Chenjue from behind, pressed it into his ear, and said softly: "Husband, I am very grateful, thank you very much for your willingness to do these for me!
”
Feeling the sweetness in her words, Situ Chenjue felt that his heart was melted.
"Okay, okay, I'll get tired of it at night, go back to eat first!"
Then, the two of them held hands and walked all the way to Grandma Li's shop.
Originally, Grandma Li wanted to come today, but she wanted to leave the space for this sweet lover, so she waved her hand and handed the key to Situ Chenjue, and she was waiting for Situ Chenjue at home.
Good news.
Situ Chenjue and Huanyan walked happily across the shop with their hands in hand, and suddenly they smelled a strange smell...
Then, our little dragon, with a bitter face and a few black marks on his cheeks, ran over quickly.
When he saw Situ Chenjue's face turned purple: "Uncle Situ, why have you... been there for so long?"
"What's wrong?"
"You... the fire is too strong, and the mung beans in the pot are burnt! If I hadn't come, it might have caught fire!"
I finally cooked a large pot of sweet and delicious mung bean soup to Huanyan, but I fell down and all the mung beans were poured...
When I returned to the shop, I found that I was too excited when I went out. The fire was too strong and the mung beans were burned again.
Why is he so unlucky today!
After these two blows, he sat at the table and looked at the "mung bean soup" in the pot in a hurry...
Sure enough, the batter was almost the only residue left, and a strong smell of paste floated over.
He raised his head and looked at Huanyan pitifully: "Baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!"
"What's wrong with this?" Huanyan Canran smiled, Canru Chunhua: "You are willing to spend so much effort to make a bowl of mung bean soup for me. I am already very grateful and satisfied, really!"