The president tames his wife and loves him deeply

Chapter 106 There is no need to have a kitchen at home
Lan Shan narrowed her eyes, looking at her with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes.

The old lady paused, and immediately swept the dim sum plate on the coffee table to the floor.

"You let you in!"

Lan Shan was startled suddenly by this sound.

Mrs. Lu's drama over there has no intention of accepting it at all, "You don't even listen to me now, do you?"

"grandmother."

Lu Suiran's expression was quite subtle.

"Let's go."

The old lady Lu threw another pillow on the sofa and hit him hard, "Take your woman away too, I will get angry just looking at you!"

Lan Shan walked over to Mr. Lu obediently, and continued to lower her eyebrows.

Pretending to be like a pissed off daughter-in-law.

"I'll ask Uncle Wang to buy another row of vases for you to smash."

Lu Suiran said.

The man stretched out his arms to embrace her, a gesture full of protective desire.

Lan Shan twitched the corners of her eyes.

Seeing that Lu Suiran's gaze was on her, he immediately lowered his head again.

When Uncle Wang and Mama Lin heard the movement, they all walked into the living room.

Seeing the scene, they also looked at each other in a tacit understanding.

"It's over today."

Lu Suiran looked a little unhappy.

Before Mrs. Lu could speak, she added another sentence at the right time: "If you still want to have a great-grandson."

At this point, there is nothing else to say.

The old lady Lu gave up with a heartbroken expression.

"Let's go."

Lu Suiran's faint voice was in her ear.

Miraculously, it was much milder.

Before going out, the old lady Lu over there took the time to wink at her.

She thinks... this acting skill is enough.

Dinner was not finished.

The two of them still went back to Jingshui Garden and solved it by themselves.

Decline is relieved.

When getting in the car, there is a tendency of wandering without knowing where to go.

Lu Suiran suddenly asked her: "What did the old lady tell you?"

"what?"

Lan Shan didn't react for a moment.

The expression is a bit wooden.

After a while, he said, "I didn't say anything."

He looked out the window, but didn't look at him anyway.

It seemed like there was still a little sense of disappointment.

"It's a good show."

Lu Suiran said.

Lan Shan turned her head and landed on the man's handsome side face, she brushed her long hair and said nothing.

Anyway...

She also didn't think that Lu Suiran really didn't know what kind of person Mrs. Lu was.

Lu Suiran said: "It can be seen that grandma likes you very much."

"That is."

Lan Shan said, "It's not just her."

In his busy schedule, Mr. Lu took the time to glance at her.

Lan Shan smiled at Yan Yan and leaned into his ear, "Mr. Lu also likes me very much."

Lu Suiran raised his eyebrows.

There was a slight smile on the thin lips.

But he didn't speak.

There are many things that are often not exactly the same as what is said.

He knew very well that Mrs. Lu would not sincerely embarrass Mrs. Lu who was frank and lenient.

But still, when the cracking sound is heard, I am inexplicably startled.

Lu Suiran said: She didn't need her to love him more, but she ignored one point and was willing to keep her by her side.

It was originally a tacit consent, and life will be turned upside down.

……

On to the biggest question of the day... dinner.

Lan Shan originally thought it was porridge again, but when she entered the kitchen, she saw a lot of ingredients, and the refrigerator was also full.

After washing her hands, she probed her forehead, but couldn't figure out whether it was burnt or not.

He walked up to Lu Suiran who was sitting on the sofa.

I watched him silently for a while.

"how?"

Lu Suiran raised his eyes.

Lan Shan bent over and leaned over, "Feel it for me."

Lu Suiran: "What's wrong with you?"

The corner of Lan Shan's mouth twitched slightly, "Touch the temperature."

A pair of peach blossom eyes were bright and shining, "Don't worry, I won't have any unreasonable thoughts about you on this kind of day."

Lu Suiran's warm palm rested on her forehead.

This feeling of skin-to-skin contact gave Lan Shan a very strange feeling.

I can't tell.

It's just... inexplicably pleasant and comfortable.

Except for Mr. Lu, Lan Shan had never felt this way when she was with another man.

"sit down."

Lu Suiran gave her a hand.

He directly pressed Lan Shan on the sofa.

She was a little unprepared, stretched out her long legs, and placed them directly on Lu Suiran's legs. The movement was a little big, as if she touched an indescribable part.

The man's handsome face changed slightly.

Lan Shan buried her head in the sofa, silently pretending to die for a while.

In seconds.

She couldn't help but raised her head and asked him, "Are you... all right?"

I don't even know how strong it was just now.

Anyway, when she fell on the sofa, she was not light at all.

Lu Suiran directly ignored her words.

Standing up, rolling up the sleeves of your shirt.

Lan Shan quickly sat up, "What are you doing?"

Lu Suiran glanced at her, "Make ginger tea for Mrs. Lu."

"No... no need."

Lan Shan could hardly hold back these two words.

I really can't bear to look back at the magical taste of black food at this time.

"You'd better sit down."

Lan Shan said, "Even if I have a high fever of 40 degrees, I won't blow up the kitchen."

It can be said to be a very pertinent guarantee.

"is it?"

Lu Suiran looked at her condescendingly.

Lan Shan said: "...and I seem to have only a little fever."

She stretched out her finger, looking a little bit taller than the cashier.

"But I don't want to eat your cooking."

Lu Suiran said.

Just a quick kill.

Lan Shan choked.

I feel like I still have a criminal record, so I shouldn't be entangled in this matter for too long.

Things just weren't too good for her.

So, she nodded, "All right, as long as you don't drink porridge."

This day is going well, forcing a porridge lover out of the shadow of a god.

Lu Suiran glanced at her.

He took the tablet on the coffee table into the kitchen.

The man is slender and wears loose and casual home clothes, which is much more down-to-earth than his usual busy appearance in the company.

Lan Shan leaned on the sofa, and silently moved to the position closest to the kitchen.

"Are you sure you didn't go in to destroy the kitchen?"

Mr. Lu didn't look like he could cook at all.

Pampered man.

Lan Shan thinks that at most... she can only cook porridge.

There was no echo from the kitchen.

I don't know if I heard it or what.

Lan Shan hugged the pillow and walked over lightly, when she saw Lu Suiran holding a tomato in one hand and swiping across the tablet with the other.

Yes, it is still learning and using.

Lan Shan didn't know why, she was in a delicate mood.

She leaned against the kitchen door and watched for a moment.

The man seemed to be aware of her gaze and looked up at the moment.

Lanshan didn't feel any embarrassment about being caught peeking at the bag, so she raised her eyes, "Can you help me?"

"Manual on-site teaching is more reliable than it."

Lu Suiran said, "You have something to do."

Lan Shan's eyes lit up, "What?"

"Stay away."

When Lu Suiran said this, he didn't raise his head, and his tone was quite natural and cold, "Don't appear in front of me within half an hour."

Lan Shan rubbed the pillow, "Mr. Lu, it's not that I want to hit you."

"Cooking a bowl of noodles in half an hour, how many times do you plan to waste it before you can make a bowl?"

The movement of the man's hands paused slightly.

He raised his eyes and glanced at her lightly.

Lan Shan threw the pillow of the cell phone vigorously, and it landed on the sofa with a good head.

She walked in with a smile and picked up the tablet, "Manual broadcasting will completely solve your trouble of looking at the screen while cooking."

Lan Shan spoke in a special voice.

It sounds like the sound of a prime-time commercial.

She just felt that it was rare to see Mr. Lu cook.

It's amazing.

Just sitting on the sofa and waiting is not enough to satisfy her curiosity, and there is... a little bit of caution.

"Cut the tomato into small pieces, break the egg..."

Lan Shan didn't even look up at him, just read out the above steps step by step.

At this time, let's go to Mr. Lu's words.

She was afraid that she couldn't help laughing.

The noodles are being scooped up in the pot, and the water is filled with steam and boiling.

Lu Suiran was cutting tomatoes, just looking at the small pieces that were almost the same size, he knew that this obsessive-compulsive disorder was not a day or two.

"Knife skills are good."

Lan Shan couldn't help but exaggerated.

When the oil was put into the pan, the eggs were smashed into one piece with lightning speed, and Lan Shan couldn't help being shocked.

She felt that the pot still needed to be rescued.

Quickly pour the water in.

Lu Suiran turned off the fire.

The two met involuntarily.

There was sincere admiration in each other's eyes.

Just for a while.

The kitchen was already surrounded by smoke and fog, and those who didn't know thought that a big fire here had just been extinguished.

Lan Shan covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hold back her smile.

Still can't hold back.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was choked.

Lu Suiran dragged her out, the sliding door of the kitchen was not closed just now, and the living room was not spared either.

"I'll go and open the door."

Decline said.

Otherwise, if she laughed, everyone would fall on Lu Suiran.

Lu Suiran said: "There is no need to have a kitchen at home."

Lan Shan suppresses a smile.

Nodding very cooperatively: "Well, we really don't really need it."

No.

She couldn't help laughing.

He hurriedly walked to the door, and burst out laughing as soon as he put the doorknob on.

Lu Suiran opened the window not far away, and when he turned his head, he saw that she couldn't straighten up.

Lan Shan actually has a rather low laugh.

A little bit of trouble can be done, laughing to death or life.

He strode over, "Drink porridge tonight."

Decline stopped.

The curvature of the corner of the mouth still hasn't dissipated.

"Porridge."

The man emphasized his tone, "No sugar."

Lan Shan's whole body is not well.

It felt like I didn't even have the strength to open the door.

When Lu Suiran came over, he poured his whole body into his arms, "I don't want to drink porridge."

She softened her voice.

Most of the long curly hair was spread in the man's arms, and his head lightly rubbed against his shoulder, "I'm so weak from drinking porridge, I can't walk, I can't even open the door."

The expression can't be more dramatic.

Lu Suiran held her hand, opened the door gently, and paused for a moment.

Lan Shan smiled brightly, followed his gaze, and immediately saw the face of the person who had been standing in front of the door for an unknowing how long, pale as paper...

(End of this chapter)