Mi Xiaojia heard something wrong with An Ran's tone. She narrowed her round eyes and raised her red lips slightly: "Do you think you know the news about my husband?"
"I've probably heard about it. I happen to know some friends in the industry. I heard that your husband has booked a flight to New York. He shouldn't be returning home so soon, right?" An Ran said, taking the dishes to the kitchen.
Mi Xiaojia's eyebrows twitch slightly, New York?
Long Cang told her that he went to Kuala Lumpur, how could he have booked a flight to New York? Unless this was a cover specially left to the outside world, only insiders like her would know Long Cang's true whereabouts.
"Hey, Mr. An, have you been stimulated by anything recently?" Mi Xiaojia walked to the kitchen door, always feeling that An Ran's serious outfit was not pleasing to the eye.
An Ran was washing rice. When he heard this question, he turned around and glanced at the woman who was idle at the door. He lowered his eyes and smiled: "Yes, I am trapped in love."
"How can a person like you be trapped by love? Aren't you? You don't even draft a lie." Mi Xiaojia looked at An Ran's back in surprise, not believing this person's words at all.
"If someone had told me five years ago that I would be trapped by love, I would not have believed that person. By the way, I have been working on my cooking skills these past two days. I feel that I have made some progress, so I came here to show you.
You have to give me some face later, don't degrade me to nothing and hit my fragile little heart." An Ran said and started to be busy, and had no time to pay attention to Mi Xiaojia.
Who knows that Mi Xiaojia just likes to hit him, and Chuisheng responded: "Let me tell you, no matter how bad you are, you can't be as good as my husband in cooking. My brother Long's cooking skills are unparalleled, it's just...
Shocking the world, if he shows his hand in front of you, you can just jump off the building and kill yourself."
After she finished speaking, she happily returned to the living room to watch TV.
Without Long Cang at home, she could lie on the sofa and watch TV without sitting down. Life was so beautiful.
Little did she know that because of her unintentional words, An Ran was pacing back and forth in the kitchen with a kitchen knife, almost tearing down the floor.
In just one day, Long Cang actually bought Mi Xiaojia's heart, what a scheming man.
He spent so much time doing things for Mi Xiaojia, but he never heard Mi Xiaojia praise him. Is Long Cang really that good?
You know, he also tries very hard to be a good man, and he still does things that he is not good at.
Yes, Long Cang cannot be allowed to compare himself with him. He must get a chef certificate and let Mi Xiaojia look at him with admiration.
Next, An Ran spent an hour cooking a sumptuous dinner.
"Master An, can we eat? My daughter and I are starving to death." Mi Xiaojia's wailing for the thousand and first time came from the kitchen door.
"Okay, okay, stop shouting." An Ran hurriedly took the prepared dishes out of the kitchen.
He prepared six dishes and one soup just to please Mi Xiaojia, a foodie.
"Wow, so many?" Mi Xiaojia saw the sumptuous dishes in front of her, her eyes kept dilating with excitement, and she couldn't hide her love.
"Yes, eat quickly and try this century-old dish that I have just learned." An Ran offered the dish to Mi Xiaojia like a treasure.
This dish has a special meaning. He hopes that one day he can hold hands with Mi Xiaojia and have a happy marriage for a hundred years.
"What a vulgar dish name." Mi Xiaojia took a bite and then shook his head: "The taste is very ordinary, I can barely eat it."
