Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Zhou Shuang ignored him. He froze helplessly, turned and walked towards the door.

Oh, suddenly so enthusiastic!

Zhou Shuang rolled her eyes at Lu Yinan's back and watched his tall figure turn out and disappear. She leaned back slowly and leaned against the bed.

Glanced around the corners of the room, neat and tidy, just quiet, and the air was permeated with a seemingly fragrant fragrance, the perfume used by Lu Yinan.

The door wasn't closed. There was the sound of a collision of pots, pans, and pans, and the stabbing sound of the pan under the pan.

Zhou Shuang was surprised, looking at the door of the room. Is this guy really cooking himself?

He pays so much attention to his face, and pays attention to his pair of exquisite craft-like hands, but he really cooks?

Even more surprising is that he will cook?

Curiosity killed the cat, Zhou Shuang lifted the quilt to get out of bed, barefoot, and walked gently to the door of the house, step by step ...

At the door of the room, she lay on both sides of the door frame with her hands, and quietly looked out the door.

This is an apartment in a hospital, with one bedroom and one living room. The kitchen is open. She saw Lu Yinan standing in front of the stove at a glance.

He was wearing a blue apron, holding a spatula in one hand, and a mobile phone in the other. He was watching ... cooking?

Zhou Shuang applauded, looking a little attentive.

Lu Yinan put down his mobile phone and scrambled for spices, apparently unfamiliar with the business.

The paste smell in the pot floated to the door of the room, got into Zhou Shuang's nose, Zhou Shuang sucked his nose, and blinked, "Is the red bowel in the snow?"

This is her favorite dish. Before going out to eat with Lu Yinan, he always ordered this dish, and he was always despised by him.

This guy is cooking this dish himself now, what's going on.

Zhou Shuang looked at Lu Yinan again. Lu Yinan had just seen the mud in the pot, and quickly turned off the fire.

This is the first time he cooks and cooks. It feels simple every time. It turns out to be so difficult. He frowns, and sweat drips from his forehead.

Zhou Shuang started quietly and cautiously, and when she saw Lu Yinan's busyness, she leaned directly on the door frame and looked at the busy man there with interest.

She held her arms with her arms, one leg straight and one arched, lazy.

"Are you washing? You can eat."

Lu Yinan suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhou Shuang, saying that the tone and look were not unexpected or surprised.

Did he find her standing here long ago? Zhou Shuang was guilty and replied: "I'm not hungry and don't want to eat."

Then she turned and walked quickly towards the big bed.

Lu Yinan followed in the footsteps, "How much to eat, I worked hard."

Zhou Shuang sneered, "Oh, it's hard enough."

While cooking, while checking recipes online, she has done this before, and she knows it well.

She never cooks, for three children, for him ... a table of good dishes that can be made now.

I don't want to know, she wanted to startle, she had changed a lot.

Lu Yinan caught up with Zhou Shuang, Zhou Shuang rebelled. He simply held her up, saw his shoulders, and turned towards the outside of the room.

As he walked, he said, "The stomach emptied last night, and I can't stop eating."

"Lu Yinan, you put me down, I haven't got any clothes yet." Zhou Shuang grabbed the shirt hem with both hands, pulled down, and straightly kicked his legs.