So desolate: often pitted by a black-bellied husband

Lu Anyi clenched her fists, wanting to explode, then she blew hard on the curtain of her head, gritted her teeth, turned around and walked towards the kitchen, she couldn't stay any longer, if she stayed any longer, she wasn't sure if she would impulsively smash it This rotisserie.

At that time, I am afraid that it will not be as simple as being a waiter, but it will be a crime of destroying other people's property.

After get off work, Lu Anyi went to the kindergarten to pick up Lu Zhenyang, and drove Lu Zhenyang to the supermarket to buy a lot of vegetables. Lu Zhenyang sat in the trolley of the supermarket, looked at the vegetables in the cart and asked curiously, "Mom, why are you buying these?"

Lu Anyi reached out for a box of beef tenderloin, checked the date, put it in the cart, and said to Lu Zhenyang with a smile, "Go home and cook."

Hearing this, Lu Zhenyang asked curiously, "Mom, don't you only know how to make dumplings and noodles?" [

"I'll follow the instructions on the Internet. Don't worry, it must be delicious." Lu Anyi confidently assured the little girl Lu Zhenyang.

"I hope." Lu Zhenyang's tone revealed that he had no hope for Lu Anyi's cooking skills tonight.

When I got home, I got off the elevator and opened the door. Lu Zhenyang changed his shoes and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. Lu Anyi changed her shoes and brought the dishes into the kitchen.

The house was still the same as when she left. It was obvious that Pei Yifeng hadn't come back. Pei Yifeng got up early every day these days, and then went out early. Basically, Lu Anyi fell asleep at night and couldn't hear the door opening.

Every time before Lu Anyi opens the door, there is always a little expectation in her heart. Even she is baffled by that little expectation. She doesn't know where it came from. Every time she opens the door, she sees the pair of big slippers still neatly arranged at the door. The anticipation in her heart was replaced by a little disappointment.

Put on the apron, help Lu Zhenyang change into home clothes, arrange for him to do homework and play toys in the living room, and go to the kitchen to chop vegetables and prepare to cook.

While cooking, she holds a tablet in one hand and puts seasonings in the other. Every dish is prepared according to the instructions on the Internet, and there are no steps missing.

All the seasonings for a dish were put away, and the lid was closed, waiting for the dish to be cooked. The more she waited, the more anxious she became. She couldn't wait to lift the lid of the pot to find out before the time mentioned in the recipe prompt.

The lid of the pot was lifted, and a burst of delicious vegetable smell rushed into her nose, she smiled and nodded with satisfaction, the fog was thick, she forgot to turn on the range hood, and the kitchen was billowing with smoke.

She focused on the dishes in the pot, took a piece of meat in the pot with chopsticks, tasted it, nodded and praised to herself, "It tastes really good."

Afterwards, she put the lid on the pot again, turned down the heat, looked at the dishes in the glass pot lid with a smile, and said to herself, "The delicious food will be ready in 2 minutes."

She put down the spatula, took two plates from the drawer, put them by the stove, and got ready to go together. She suddenly remembered that Lu Zhenyang was still playing in the living room by himself, and turned around to go out to see Lu Zhenyang's.

This turning around happened to meet two pairs of eyes, two men, one big and one small, Pei Yifeng and Lu Zhenyang were leaning on the left side of the door frame and the other on the right side of the door frame, looking at her with a smile.

She was startled at first, then gathered herself together, looked at Lu Zhenyang, not Pei Yifeng, she looked at Lu Zhenyang and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm so hungry, I'm waiting for food."

"It will be fine in a while, go sit on the sofa and wait for me."