Chapter 8 (1/2)
As long as the meal is cooked by his wife, no matter how simple it is, even a bowl of fried rice and a bowl of noodles, the young master can eat it with relish and finish it all.
In recent years, the housekeeper doesn't know how happy he is. Since his marriage, the young master's cold and irritable temper has restrained a lot, especially when he is with his wife, he will unconsciously become very gentle.
Now, they are getting divorced.
The housekeeper is a hundred and ten thousand in his heart. He is not willing to let them divorce.
Divorced, what about the young master's stomach?
Ruan Su acted quickly. He first mixed noodles, then put the baked cakes in the oven, and then boiled water and noodles.
A series of movements are as elegant and moving as clouds and flowing water.
It seems that she is not making noodles, or making art.
Bo Xingzhi stood at the kitchen door, looking at the slim figure of the woman. He thought that he would never see her cooking again. He didn't know why, but he felt a little bad.
Habit is a terrible thing.
As if aware of him, Ruan Su turned back and smiled, ”it'll be fine soon.”
She was born beautiful, with apricot eyes, peach cheeks, raised nose and red lips. Looking back and smiling is even more exciting.
Thin Xingzhi's Adam's apple slid up and down, and her eyes turned dark. She couldn't help walking to her side and clasping her slender waist from behind, ”why don't you stay here?”
Ruan Su obviously felt the change of men, and turned her eyes away from the man's pretty face. Is this man Teddy? All day long.
But her tone was extremely gentle. She couldn't hear anything unusual at all. ”The noodles are going to paste. Go away!”
Put the scallion oil noodles on the plate, and she went to get the scallion oil cake baked in the oven.
Bo Xingzhi naturally and habitually took out the noodles and turned to pick up the cake in her hand. ”Be careful.”
The housekeeper looked at this warm scene and silently regretted that his feelings were so good. Why did he want a divorce?