Rebirth of the hidden marriage: devil wife spoiles deeply!

Song Lianpeng looked at him. He said, Gu Nanze?

"Dad?"

"Well." he glanced at her, "don't worry, he'll throw it to me if he can't control it, so you'd better be nice to me."

With that, he didn't turn his head and thought about what to make her eat tomorrow. Suddenly, he said behind him, "what do you want to eat tomorrow."

"Ah." he didn't expect her to be so conscious.

Song Lianpeng then said, "didn't you say you wanted me to please you?"

He nodded: "well, with consciousness, what else can you do except those?"

"I'm... Too much. I'll make it for you according to the recipe." Song Lianpeng was embarrassed to say that she would actually be so different.

As she said this, she walked towards the kitchen. Before she left, she looked back at him and saw through her eyes. She just felt guilty and hurried to speed up her steps.

Do something different?

Song Lianpeng opened the refrigerator, studied the ingredients inside, then took a health recipe and compared the side dishes.

What to do first, what to do later, and do it for a few hours are all exquisite.

Moreover, Yu Qian also specially explained that when cooking for Gu Tingyuan, we should pay attention to nutrition and health. After all, we are the favored son of heaven and have to be careful

Pamper

Song Lianpeng somehow thought of the word and began to cook.

After working for about an hour, her arms were sore. He knew he was reading magazines there and didn't know how to help her

Song Lianpeng cooked five dishes, braised Pleurotus ostreatus in sauce, stir fried shredded radish, red dates, ginger chestnut, dry pot yam, and a green vegetable.

The man sat at the table and glanced at it: "keep rabbits?"

Song Lianpeng filled him with a bowl of porridge and put it in front of him: "I learned these things today. Don't I want to change my taste? It's good to be vegetarian."

She watched him take a bite and asked expectantly, "how's it going?"

Although she didn't know why, she wanted his approval so much.

The man replied, "not bad."

"Really?" Song Lianpeng said. She also wanted to have a taste. She picked up chopsticks and took a piece of yam.

Before I put it in the bowl, I only heard the man's cell phone ring.

She looked at him. "You're on the phone."

"HMM." he answered the phone with a faint answer.

Song Lianpeng looked at him and didn't know what was said on the other end of the phone. He looked a little more serious.

"What's the matter?"

"She's sick. I'll see her."

Then he got up and picked up his coat.

Seeing this, song Lianpeng couldn't help but get up: "but you can go after dinner."

It took her more than an hour to do the dishes and cook!

Besides, it's all made according to his usual taste!

I knew she didn't eat. What else was she busy with?

"You eat first and rest early."

Song Lianpeng didn't stop this time, because before the man finished speaking, he was almost at the door.

She stared at the table until she heard a clang and the door closed.

If she didn't want to, he could pour out her cooking.

If she is uncomfortable, he can waste her table of food.

He said he wouldn't eat if he didn't eat. Does he think cooking is not hard at all?

When did she cook so sweaty in the kitchen before Song Lianpeng got married?

He didn't eat, so song Lianpeng had to eat alone.

The meal she cooked today was really delicious, but he heard that the woman was ill and had no appetite. He said to go.