Jiang Shu timely made a suggestion that he thought was quite reasonable: "If you forget, I think I can reluctantly help you review and review?"

Wen Ning fastened the straps and pinched him on his waist: "Mr. Jiang is in charge of all kinds of things, how dare I trouble you."

Jiang Shu doesn't like to hear these words. You don't have to make money, but you have to do what you love: "No trouble, baby, welcome at any time."

Jiang Shu's cooking skills are relatively average. He used to be used to food in brocade clothes and jade. Where have he encountered these things? Now he and Wen Ning are only two people with each other.

He prides himself on being excellent in many aspects, and since he first entered the business world, he has achieved such a high record.

It's not that haven't done it for Wen Ning before, but it was all made in Yuganwan and sent to her. The tools and ingredients at home are much richer than this small apartment, and there is Xu Ma next to her who is watching step by step. Teach, he also practiced hard for a long time and failed several times before he was able to make so many decent moves.

There are only so many.

At this moment, there was no one to guide him, and the ingredients were all unprocessed by him. Wen Ning was still waiting on the sofa behind him hungry. For the first time in his life, Jiang Shu felt nervous, more nervous than ever.

When Wen Ning first started, she didn't realize that she had eaten what he made before, and it tasted good. In addition, he had always been omnipotent in her heart, so she didn't think about it. Why things are so easy for him.

Jiang Shu was afraid that she would be hungry, so he hurriedly warmed a glass of milk and came over to pad her stomach.

Wen Ning took a few sips obediently, held the cup and looked at the seemingly busy man in the kitchen, and naturally licked the pale white milk ring on her lips.

Jiang Shu happened to glance at it, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and the unskilled egg-beating action seemed even more clumsy.

Wen Ning glanced at it and asked casually, "What's the matter, can you? If not, let me help you."

"Yes, don't come over to join in the fun, sit over there." Jiang Shu asked her to move the place seriously.

Wen Ning pursed her lips: "I'm in the eye?" Hmph, dog man, Wen Ning muttered, got up and moved to the dining table, holding her chin to look at him.

This sentence made Jiang Shu's heart come to his throat, and he hurriedly told the truth: "How can you, do you know that sitting next to me in pajamas and licking milk, even a man can't stand it? If you tick it again, it won't be making breakfast in a while."

but be you.

Wen Ning naturally understood the meaning of his words, so he immediately clamped his tail and hid in the farthest corner with the milk.

She was bored and sat in the corner watching Jiang Shu fascinated. The man in an apron was huddling around in her cramped small kitchen. Although she was in a hurry, the picture miraculously gradually overlapped with the married life she had imagined.

She never thought of being rich and noble, and that there is no need for a mansion and villa in a warm marriage life, even if it is just such a small single apartment, as long as they have each other in their hearts, they can wake up each morning hugging each other, wash together, and spend three days a day together. Meal tossing, this kind of blandness is enough for her to enjoy.

Wen Ning watched with a soft smile for a while, and finally realized that something was wrong with this man. She took out another apron from somewhere, and tied it for herself with a neat movement, and then walked to Jiang Shu's side. , took the egg in his hand: "I won't tell you earlier, what will it look like...Give me a clean bowl."

Jiang Shu was stunned for a moment, laughed at himself, and immediately followed her instructions, took a bowl from the cupboard above and handed it to her: "I'm afraid some little girls will dislike me, I'm not trying it out. period?"

Wen Ning smashed a few eggs into the bowl with one hand, moving neatly, and then using chopsticks to break it up: "Who said you've reached the probation period... Pour some oil into the pot, don't be too much, I want more Losing weight..."

"What kind of weight to lose, don't lose weight, there is no flesh on the stomach, it feels uncomfortable." Jiang Shu still did the same: "I used it like that last night, so it's not a trial?"

Wen Ning poured the egg for a while, her cheeks were hot, and she didn't know whether to fry the egg or fry herself, but her whole body became hot anyway: "What does it feel like? Did you disturb me last night! And... ...Who tried you? Don't talk nonsense!"

"It's useless, if you want to try more, tonight we-" Jiang Shu smiled lowly, he wanted to continue to tease her, but seeing that the oil pan was splashed with oil because of the addition of eggs, he immediately reached out Wen Ning's white and tender arms with sleeves rolled up and exposed in the air were protected, for fear that the oil stains would burn her.

Wen Ning cooked by herself in front of the stove when she was a child. She was not surprised by these things, but she was taken aback by the reaction of Jiang Shu, the pampered young master: "It's alright, don't make a fuss, I'm used to it, that is, you can't go down. Chefs will be nervous."

However, her habit doesn't mean Jiang Shu is willing to give it up. The eldest young master was so distressed that he took back the spatula that belonged to him, and put Wen Ning aside: "I'm here, please stay away from me, and don't get close."

Wen Ning snickered with her lips bent. She didn't stand too far. She leaned on the door frame of the boundary and watched him chatting: "Didn't you know it well before? Why do you look clumsy today."

Jiang Shu sighed lightly, smiled helplessly, and shook the truth: "You said the ones that were sent to you before?"

"Yeah." Wen Ning nodded.

"I boiled it for several nights to practice, and I don't know how many times it was broken, and the pot burned a few mouthfuls."

I don't know what made Wen Ning laugh. The little girl kept laughing. This was a huge deviation from the omnipotent Jiang Shu she knew, but it was more real and close.

The plate of eggs was half-fried, and Jiang Shu finished it later. The heat was not well controlled, and it was still a little mushy in the end.

Jiang Shu brought it to the table, and Wen Ning followed.

He lowered his eyes and reached out to squeeze Wen Ning's face: "Still laughing? So funny? If you laugh again, I'll do it for you."