Chapter 905 (1/2)

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Dong Wenfeng was also a little upset about Murong's pain. Naturally, he would not blame him again. He poured a glass of water, and then Tong Waner had taken the medicine box. Dong Wenfeng rushed inside and carefully selected two kinds of tablets that could be treated. He said gently, ”come on, wife, eat all these tablets quickly. You must have missed breakfast in the morning. I'll cook a bowl of noodles later. You can try it.”

Dong Wenfeng helped Murong sit up and watched her slowly eat all the pills. He was relieved to let song Xiaoyun and Tong Waner continue to take care of her.

Come to the barbecue rack and find some mild chili powder and vinegar in it. Murong loves them very much. Dong Wenfeng first fried two golden poached eggs, then made steaming white noodles all night, and put all these ingredients in, which was enough to make Dong Wenfeng's own fat and water flow for a long time.

A thick fragrance opened Murong's eyes. It turned out that Dong Wenfeng came with steaming egg soup noodles.

Murong hasn't eaten anything cooked by Dong Wenfeng. According to a girl's imagination, those who can go to the hall and the kitchen basically describe women, and men basically revolve around these animals. In Murong's mind, he is a businessman with strategy and an intelligent martial artist. She doesn't believe that Dong Wenfeng has something to do with a chef.

It can be imagined how reluctant Murong is to Dong Wenfeng's bowl of egg soup noodles!

But in order not to let her husband lose face in front of these women, Murong decided to give him some face.

”Wife, eat this bowl of egg soup noodles!” Dong Wenfeng seems to be very confident in his cooking. At the moment, he counts out how many flavors there are.

Murong thought: it's over. My husband doesn't know how to cook noodles. He poured all the spices in! What looks like a pot of hodgepodge is actually a bowl of poison.

Murong was reluctant to eat. He couldn't help asking, ”husband, have you cooked noodles before?”

Dong Wenfeng shook his head, felt the back of his head awkwardly, smiled slightly at the corners of his mouth, and said, ”no, I'm still cooking for others for the first time! Wife, you're the first. How about trying my cooking?”

Murong was completely cool. Unexpectedly, Dong Wenfeng's purpose was to experiment with himself. However, it's really hard for Dong Wenfeng to carry this bowl of noodles all the time. Moreover, the bowl of noodles smells delicious. I'm afraid it's not too bad to eat. Moreover, the two poached eggs seem to have an appetite. Murong tangled over and over again and finally decided to take a bite and give Dong Wenfeng a face.

Murong grabbed a poached egg with chopsticks and bit it gently. The fragrant juice entered her mouth. She was a little stunned. Her closed eyes looked like a top gourmet tasting Michelin ingredients, as if she was appreciating a work rather than tasting a food.

Unexpectedly, Dong Wenfeng's bowl of egg soup noodles can be so beautiful. Is he really the kitchen god?

Murong really didn't exaggerate. When Dong Wenfeng was injured and demobilized in the army, he met an old logistics cook. When he was idle, he often went to the old cook to water vegetables and fertilize. On the contrary, when people in the army saw Dong Wenfeng, they recognized him as a cook, not a special soldier in the command camp.

Dong Wenfeng cooked all his teammates in the cooking class as soon as he came and went. Naturally, food can take a little priority. Fortunately, he also got the secret personally taught by the old chef.