Second Marriage: A wealthy abandoned husband

The two of them went to the leisure clothing store again with their bodies soaked, and bought new clothes to replace their soaked clothes.

It was already 11 o'clock when we got back to the seventh floor of the apartment, Xia Yiling put on his apron and was busy with lunch.And a certain gray wolf instantly turned into a dog skin plaster that couldn't be shaken off. Wherever she went, he just circled her waist and chased her there.

"I want to chop green onions." Xia Yiling was annoyed.

"As ordered." Murong Qingcang took Xia Yiling with him, taking small steps.

What she prepared today was sweet and sour pork ribs, boiled shrimp, stir-fried small peas, and stewed fish soup.These are Murong Qingcang's favorites, especially fish.Otherwise, she wouldn't have gone back to the clear pond to catch the grass carp under the watchful eyes of the staff after she walked out of the clear pond.

In fact, after six years, he must have eaten all kinds of delicacies, and his taste may have changed.Who cares, she has been busy for more than an hour because of his disturbance of these four simple dishes, whether she likes to eat them or not!

Xia Yiling wanted to have a fit, but Murong Qingcang picked up the kitchen knife to please him, and chopped green onions carefully, "Your Majesty, you need to cherish your precious hands, so let me help you for your husband."

Xia Yiling laughed because of his weird tone, Murong Qingcang over there chopped up chopped green onion, then wiped his hands on her new apron until it wrinkled.

Xia Yiling's expression turned ugly, Murong Qingcang hurriedly said, "My lady, the sweet and sour pork ribs are ready, give me a taste."

Reluctantly, the two moved back to the hot pot in small steps, Xia Yiling picked up a big crispy bone with chopsticks and gave it to Murong Qingcang to taste.

Murong Qingcang doesn't like sweet and sour pork ribs. The vinegar flavor should be strong and the sweetness should be slightly. It is very cumbersome to cook, fry and stew.

Murong Qingcang ate deliciously, "Well, this one can score 65 points."

Xia Yiling broke out completely, small peas 35 points, because the heat is too high and the color is dark; clear water shrimp 45 points, because the salinity is not enough, the taste is bland; fish soup 55 points, because there is no ginger, it is a bit fishy.

Xia Yiling thought about Murong Qingcang's abdomen with his arm, "Since what I do doesn't suit Mr. Murong's taste, why don't you take me to a luxury hotel to eat. You are rich in money, are you so stingy with all previous girlfriends?"

Murong Qingcang stroked his abdomen with one hand, he narrowed his eyes half-closed, "Well, let me think about it... I usually like to give people gems and diamonds, and take them to taste Japanese and Korean cuisine. But usually after we finish eating, I will take them to Open the room, would you like to sleep with me?"

"Bah..." Xia Yiling blushed with embarrassment, she bent her knee and kicked him in the crotch, "Shameless rascal."

Murong Qingcang made a posture and fell backwards. She obviously missed him, so why did he cover his crotch in pain?

As soon as Xia Yiling got very close, Murong Qingcang had already counterattacked, he scratched her armpits, "Hey, lady, you don't want to have children with me, I want to live with others, you don't have to be so vicious and break me lifeblood."

"Hmph..." Xia Yiling pushed Murong Qingcang away, "Put the dishes on the table and serve them with rice."

"Okay." Murong Qingcang replied.

"There is also my cooking, you go to wash the dishes."

"Okay." Murong Qingcang replied again.

After the two finished their meal, Xia Yiling leaned against the door to watch Murong Qingcang finish cleaning the dishes.

"Mr. Murong, may I make you a birthday cake?"

"Okay, let's go buy materials."

Xia Yiling gave Murong Qingcang a "no need" look, she had already discovered that all the materials in this room were complete.

During the six years of studying in the UK, it was difficult to know how to make bread and cakes.

Murong Qingcang will never know that every year on his birthday, she always locks herself in the room for a day.She tried cakes of various flavors and shapes, and she ate the cakes in tears after 12 midnight.

So she wanted to make him a cake with her own hands, which was a six-year longing.