Sweet wife, don't make trouble, we won't divorce

Chapter 68 You Think I'm Aladdin's Magic Lamp

Looking at the boy's small back, Ou Lan, who was still a little unconscious, stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, not knowing what to say.

Five-year-old Zhan Lingtuo can cook?Shit, she's 19 years old, she still doesn't know how to do it.

Ou Lan quickly followed to the restaurant to find out.

Today's Zhan Lingtuo is very well-behaved, he changed his hostile style with Ou Lan in the past, and set the table and chopsticks for her attentively, and sat obediently waiting for her to eat together.

That appearance really looks like a poor baby who is always pleasing the vicious stepmother.

It was still the luxurious five-meter-long dining table. Although the dishes on the table were not as rich as those made by the servants, it was already very remarkable for a five-year-old child.

Ou Lan was so moved that she wanted to cry. The child she had been threatening to abuse, made her a dinner with her own hands?
She glanced at the baking table, there was a small bench under the table, she knew without thinking, that little Zhan Lingtuo was cooking on this bench.

Turning to look at the boy again, a handsome little face was smoky red, and there were a few traces of oil stains, oh, poor boy.

Ou Lan had pantothenic acid in her heart.

"Ou Xiaolan, wash your hands quickly, I'm starving to death."

"Oh oh oh..."

Ou Lan hurriedly washed her hands.

Although the food made by Zhan Lingtuo is not as delicious as the chef's, it is not unpalatable, four dishes and one soup, the two of them ate cleanly.

After dinner, Zhan Lingtuo went upstairs to do his homework, and Ou Lan consciously washed the dishes.

The fighting spirit accumulated all day was completely dissipated because of Zhan Lingtuo's meal.

After washing the dishes, she found some fruits from the refrigerator, washed them, cut them into plates, and sent them to Zhan Lingtuo's room.

At this time, Zhan Lingtuo was reporting the battle situation to his father, and the reply he got was, "It's great, keep going."

Zhan Lingtuo was happy and proud of receiving his father's praise, but also felt sad. His father had offended his wife, but let his son come to coax him. Everyone's son was cheating on his father, and he was cheating on his son.

When Ou Lan opened the door and came in, Zhan Lingtuo quickly deleted the message and pretended to be serious about his homework.

The two people, who had been at war since they met, suddenly made peace. Zhan Lingtuo was embarrassed, and Ou Lan was also awkward.

With the fruit plate in his hand, Ou Lan coughed unnaturally, "Then what, Zhan Xiaotuo, do you want some fruit?"

Zhan Lingtuo didn't raise his head, "Let it go, Ou Xiaolan."

"……Oh."

Putting down the fruit plate, Ou Lan struggled to find a topic, "Zhan Xiaotuo, do you want me to check your homework for you?"

"No, I'll finish writing right away, you go to sleep."

"……Oh."

Ou Lan went back to her room bored. She didn't know why, but suddenly she couldn't fight Lingtuo anymore. Last time she lost to him in terms of force, but this time she was defeated by a meal.

Damn, Ou Xiaolan, you are destined to be a long-term warrior.

Very distressed, she lay on the bed and sent a message to Lin Ziran, "Ziran, the path of abusing Zhan Lingtuo is no longer feasible, please help me find other ways."

Lin Ziran, "For the wool? Zhan Lingtuo is so unkind, why don't you abuse him for the wool?"

"He can cook."

"Fuck, is there anything to do with your ability to cook and abuse him?"

Ou Lan frowned in distress, "Anyway, it won't work, you should think of another way."

"Your uncle Ou Xiaolan, you think I'm Aladdin's magic lamp. You just wipe it off when you want to use it. I've exhausted so many brain cells for you to divorce the richest man in the empire!"

(End of this chapter)