Yifan Lu hugged her from behind and asked in a low voice, "How about stewing some rock sugar, white fungus, snow pear, and a bowl of white porridge?"
Mu Mu was startled, "Why did you come in?"
Please, can you make a little noise next time you walk?
The timid ones have been scared to death by you and have been reincarnated.
He twisted his waist, wanting to throw the old man behind him out of the window.
Yifan Lu hugged her tightly and firmly with his big hands, and was very gentle, "I'm afraid you can't even turn on the gas stove."
Mu Mu frowned impatiently, "Can you not block my performance?"
Are you always tired of people?
I’ve had enough of taking things by force, and now I’m switching to a new way of playing, a gentle strategy.
Yifan Lu let go of her, crossed his arms, and watched with interest as she rummaged through the refrigerator.
The refrigerator is full, and the meat is all bought from the supermarket.
This is not Ms. Jiang’s frugal style.
She turned around and glanced at Lu Yifan suspiciously.
Has he really been sending people to take care of Ms. Jiang?
Yifan Lu smiled at her, "I threatened your mother to say that. These were all put in when I knew you were coming."
Mu Mu blushed for some reason.
He curled his lips and ignored him.
He even eavesdropped on her conversation with Ms. Jiang.
Even more energetic, so stingy.
When the water boiled, Mu Mu put the cut pears into the boiling water, added a handful of rock sugar, and then added the white fungus.
After she finished, she looked back at Yifan Lu, "Is that it?"
Ah, that's obviously the case, why do you have to ask him so rudely?
Too late to regret.
Lu Yifan looked at her regretful look in a funny way.
In fact, after living together peacefully for this day, she didn't really hate him.
He just did it a little bit, and she seemed to be able to take a step closer to him involuntarily.
Thinking about it over the past year, if he had done more for her, would that kid Qin Ningrui have been out of his heart long ago?
No wonder that boy was so obedient to this girl before. It turned out that he had figured out her temperament a long time ago. He started giving her sweets when she was a child. After ten or twenty years of eating, he finally deceived her heart.
How despicable!
He swore that in three months he could make all the efforts he had made twenty years ago come to nothing.
More despicable.
Mu Mu started busy making porridge again. It was the first time he entered the kitchen formally and he was not familiar with anything.
I washed a handful of rice and put it into a small casserole.
I don't know how much water to put in.
Yifan Lu said calmly, "Just put half the pot of water in."
Mu Mu nodded and said "Oh".
I'm going crazy inside, can you stop showing off how capable you are?
Isn’t it just boiling porridge and adding water? Who doesn’t know how to do that?
Put down the phone and added two bowls of water to the pot.
Looking at the burning flames of the gas stove, I suddenly felt that I was really useless.
There was a sense of crisis in my heart.
Now there are people waiting for me at Yifan Lu’s house. What will I do when I am alone in the future?
Just be a policeman and have no money to hire a nanny.
Let's just talk about the immediate situation. My mother is sick and she can't even cook a meal.
What else is there to talk about filial piety?
The firelight reflected in his black eyes, his thoughts were lost, and the water in the small casserole boiled.
Yifan Lu turned down the heat.
Mu Mu came to his senses when he saw a figure flashing beside him, "How could you do this?"
In my memory, Yifan Lu seemed to have never entered the kitchen.
Not to mention the fact that the second-generation rich family has hordes of servants, and they are still so busy.
Unexpectedly, there are more kitchen tasks than she knows.
Lu Yifan replied calmly: "I once cooked porridge for someone for two months."
That experience turned his life around and shaped another Yifan Lu.
