The big-name husband has played too much: the poisonous pet, the good girl

"I want to eat poached eggs. Whenever I was unhappy when I was a child, my mother would make poached eggs for me..."

After she said a word, her complexion darkened again, and she quickly changed the subject and said, "Eat whatever you want."

The poached eggs made by my mother will never be eaten again.

"I'll ask the servant to cook poached eggs for you, just wait!"

Xiaoyan didn't miss the flash of affection on her face, and didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only kiss her little hand again. [

After comforting her, Xiaoyan walked out of the bedroom and came to the kitchen. After thinking about it, she called the servant on a whim.

Holding two eggs, he pursed his lips and said, "Teach me how to make poached eggs!"

"Master, you want to eat poached eggs, let me come!"

For the first time, the young master wanted to make poached eggs by himself. The servant stood aside in disbelief, wondering if the sun was coming out from the west.

She suddenly wanted to run to the window to see the sun outside.

"Ahem, I'll do it myself, you tell me the steps, and stand aside, uh, just give me some pointers!"

He had never cooked before, but when he thought of Xue'er, he couldn't help but want to make her happy.

Xue'er sat in the bathroom and washed up, then went downstairs to look for Xiaoyan, still in a trance.

She finally found the kitchen, stood at the door of the kitchen, looked at Xiaoyan holding the spatula, her exaggerated movements were a little funny, and she was a little stunned for a while.

"Why did you come in? Go to the living room and watch TV. You'll be fine in a while."

Xiaoyan didn't even blink her eyes, but she was helpless when faced with a poached egg.

On the table, there are several failed products, a black mass.

Xue'er walked in, pursed her lips, feeling slightly touched in her heart.

Obviously Xiaoyan doesn't know how to fry poached eggs at all, just look at the few failed ones.

"What are you doing?" Xue'er raised her eyes slightly, and looked at Xiaoyan, who was covered in sweat. Fried poached eggs could sweat profusely. She couldn't help grinning, thought for a while, and took out a tissue to wipe him off. wipe sweat.

Xiaoyan glanced at her somewhat, and said embarrassedly: "Hehe, it turns out that frying poached eggs is a high-tech job, so it's much more difficult."

"What's the matter?" she asked curiously.

Xiaoyan glanced at the servant beside her, babbled and whispered in her ear, "OOXX..."