Then Young Master Yan drove away the bodyguards one by one, and finally closed the kitchen door. No one was allowed to come even half a step closer to take a peek.
The large kitchen is equipped with a variety of kitchen utensils, including the most advanced European kitchen utensils.
Open the freezer and there are all kinds of fresh ingredients prepared by the chef.
Lin Qianqian was wearing pajamas and a large coat. She stood in front of the freezer door and turned around and asked, "What do you want to eat? Dumplings? Rice noodles? Do you want to cook some rice for you?"
Yan Mubei, who was sitting obediently next to her, locked his eyes on her and was in a very good mood: "Let's make instant noodles."
If his stomach hadn't been pounding, he would have loved to hug her under the quilt and continue their love.
He didn't eat anything last night and drank a lot of alcohol, which made his stomach really uncomfortable.
I had to drag her to the kitchen.
When they were dating before, he knew that she wouldn't touch onion water with her fingers, let alone cook rice and vegetables, she couldn't even boil water.
In just two or three years, she not only raised their children, but also developed good cooking skills.
The cakes and cookies she bakes can almost compete with those of masters, and they are all delicious, delicious and beautiful.
Occasionally, she would also cook and make a nourishing medicinal soup for him.
During her stay in the hospital, she cooked almost every meal and prepared food for him in various ways.
Only then did he realize how beneficial her life was in the United States.
Now that she is home, she cooks less often, but she still makes soup for him every now and then.
"Is instant noodles ready?" Lin Qianqian looked at him: "How about some dumplings?"
"Is it troublesome? If it's troublesome, don't do so much. Anyway, it will be breakfast time soon."
And he tried to have a nice hug before breakfast.
Lin Qianqian took out the relevant ingredients, put them in the sink, turned on the faucet and washed them one by one.
The dumplings were ready-made. She put them in the frying pan and fried them one by one until they were golden brown. Then she put a small dish of vinegar in them and gave them to the hungry man to eat first.
Then come back and soak the noodles in boiling water, add fresh meat slices and mushrooms, and finally throw in fresh cabbage and seasonings.
Serve it in a big soup bowl, the heat is boiling, and the whole kitchen is filled with aroma.
She carefully brought it over. When the man saw it, he quickly put down his chopsticks and reached out to take it.
"It smells so good." He smiled evilly at her: "But it doesn't smell as good as my wife's."
"You are so shameless. You always call your wife before your wife and after your wife. Are you married to me now?"
"I have announced my marriage to the public. If you don't marry me, who else can you marry?" As he said this, he twisted her little nose.
Lin Qianqian wrinkled her nose, turned away to avoid it, and took the opportunity to counterattack and pinch his big nose.
The man opened his mouth and bit her extended hand. He did not dare to force it hard, but just bit it gently, and then gently licked it with the tip of his tongue.
His eyes are wild and wild, full of alluring colors that make people's hearts beat and blush.
Lin Qianqian's face turned red and she glared at him: "You're not serious, just eat it while it's hot."
He opened his mouth and let go of her little hand, instead clasping it with his left hand and placing it on the table. He said with a smile: "As you command, my dear wife."
Lin Qianqian laughed.
It would be a lie to say that I don’t like hearing it. My wife is full of deep love.
Who wouldn't like to hear it?
Her hand clasped his palm behind her back, intertwining her fingers tightly.
She watched the man lower his head, pick up the dumplings and put them in front of her mouth.
He didn't speak, just looked at her affectionately.