Prosperous Warm Marriage

Chapter 102 Can You Be So Good To Me (1)
Sitting in the car, Nuan Nuan has been silent, seemingly sullen, but in fact has been on high alert, worried about being attacked again.

Fortunately, the journey was safe and sound. Finally, the car stopped in front of the hospital where Feng Zhaoyang brought her to last time.

After checking and taking medicine, the two left the hospital and drove home directly.

"You can watch TV, and I'll cook."

Wen Nuan and Feng Zhaoyang walked into the room one after the other. As soon as she sat down, Feng Zhaoyang's slightly cold voice rang out. Nuan Nuan raised her head and looked at his back walking towards the kitchen. Suddenly, a trace of warmth flashed through her heart. meaning.

Although she protected him according to his request, in fact, it seemed that he was taking care of her!
Thinking of this, Nuan couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Nuan Wen walked to the kitchen door, looked at Feng Zhaoyang inside and asked.

"No."

Feng Zhaoyang didn't look back, his voice was cold, and he sounded a little unhappy.

Hearing this, Wen Nuan wrinkled his nose, left wisely, and returned to the living room to sit and watch TV.

Half an hour later, Feng Zhaoyang brought the cooked millet porridge to the dining table, warmed the porridge, while he ate pasta and steak.

The taste of millet porridge is very good, but it is not as attractive as the steak on Feng Zhaoyang's plate. Nuan Nuan is a meat eater, so drinking porridge alone always feels bland and unsatisfactory.

"I am full?"

Holding a knife and fork in his hand, Feng Zhaoyang cut open a small piece of steak elegantly, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Nuan Nuan staring at the steak on his plate eagerly.

"No." Nuan put the spoon in the bowl, looked at Feng Zhaoyang, and then, his eyes fell on the plate in front of him, and said quietly, "Your steak looks delicious. "

"You can't eat." Feng Zhaoyang had no expression on his face, but a smile flashed in his eyes.

"It's not like I have gastroenteritis." Wen Nuan looked a little sad, and looked at Feng Zhaoyang with pleading eyes, "The doctor said try to eat light food, but didn't say that you can't eat meat, can you give me some?"

At this moment, Nuannuan is like a puppy who is too greedy to pretend to be pitiful to its owner, with watery eyes and an indescribably cuteness.

Feng Zhaoyang stared at her for three seconds, resisting the urge to reach out and touch her head, and lowered his head silently.

Cheapskate!
Not even a piece of meat would be given to her!
Wen Nuan thought that Feng Zhaoyang rejected her, watched him slowly cut the steak into small pieces, couldn't help but grabbed the spoon, and stuffed a mouthful of porridge into his mouth with a resentful expression.

"Eat."

Feng Zhaoyang ignored Nuan's dissatisfaction with him, put down the knife and fork in his hand, and pushed the plate in front of Nuan.

"cough."

Nuan Nuan was swallowing the millet porridge in his mouth, seeing Feng Zhaoyang's actions, he was both surprised and happy, so he choked if he was not careful.

Coughed twice, and soon, the warm expression returned to calm, looked at Feng Zhaoyang and asked, "Give it all to me?"

"Too much?" Feng Zhaoyang asked without answering.

"Not much, not much, I will eat them all." Nuan Nuan hastily denied, his eyes were bright, because he was a little excited, he didn't notice that the fork on the plate was just used by Feng Zhaoyang, and his face was full of joy, flattered Enjoying the steak that has been cut.

Tender but not greasy, it can be called top grade!

Wen Nuan couldn't help giving Feng Zhaoyang a thumbs up, and praised, "It's delicious, can I make another one? I'm not full yet."

(End of this chapter)