My Lovely Wife is a Forensic Doctor

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"it is good."

Because of the series of surprises in the front, Mu Yu's interest is very high, so he ran down with a smile on his face, imagining what kind of surprise he would give himself while running.

But she didn't expect that she came to the living room downstairs, but she found no one. She looked strangely at the closed door.

"Huan?"

"here."

Qin Jinhuan's voice came from the restaurant, and she walked past it immediately.

"Hungry?" He greeted him with a smile.

"Good fragrance!" She greedily smelled the food, but she still did not forget to say, "What are your surprises?"

Although hungry, the surprise is obviously more attractive.

"Well." He pointed to the steaming dishes and soup on the table.

Mu Yu couldn't believe it: "Don't tell me this is what you did!"

Although the sale of the four dishes and one soup is not comparable to that of the hotel, it is okay to look at the knife skill. Although it is a bit old, but it is still very careful in the color dressing, and it can also arouse people's appetite, especially Attracted by her hungry panic.

Even a girl of her ordinary family would not enter the kitchen. How can he make such a work because he is a wealthy young man who does not touch the spring water with his fingers? So she was skeptical.

"It's not difficult."

He seemed disapproved, but in fact his face was furious. After washing her hands, he seated her at the dining table, like a male servant, clothed her dishes, and handed her chopsticks respectfully , "My wife, please enjoy."

She leaned forward slightly, smelling the enticing fragrance deeply, and questioned again: "Really did you do it?!"

Although she was found wearing an apron, she still couldn't believe it.

"Yes, my wife. Please taste."

His serious look made her realize that this should really be his "masterpiece", and she laughed with a sneer: "What to taste, it is clearly a test. I bet it must be dark cuisine."

If he didn't say that he did it, she would have used chopsticks to wind the clouds, but when he said he did it, she hesitated. Although he was very touched by his cooking for her, she really couldn't believe the culinary skills of this big president.

Her inability to move chopsticks hurt him a little, reminding again: "Please treat your wife to your face."

She shook her head and asked, "Do you have salt and chicken essence? Soy sauce and vinegar?"

Looking at the two of them in this villa, she feels that she can taste a dish cooked by a chef who can't tell the difference between oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. Even if the color of the dish is beautiful, the taste will definitely not be better than eating Chinese medicine.

"I have no problem managing the big Optimus Group, and I can't control this little oil, salt and sauce?"

"Mr. Qin, your analogy is not appropriate. The management company is a professional you have been studying. As for cooking, you are completely... Um!"

"No vomiting!" Qin Jinhuan pointedly pointed at her with chopsticks.

Forced by his "obscene prestige," Mu Yu dared not spit out the dishes he had forced into, but he did not dare to chew, for fear of a bitter or sour taste when he chewed - not that she did not give face, she was afraid of herself This chew will affect the appetite for a few days.

"Tuk."

He pretended to be unhappy, tapping her head gently with her index finger, and immediately moved the four dishes and one soup and the rice in front of her to the farther away from her, and then quickly walked to the opposite side and sat down, Sheng After a bowl of soup, after a few elegant sips, he picked up the rice and picked up chopsticks to eat.

She dared to chew when he ate with great interest.

Huh? Looks like the taste is not bad!

Not the dark food she imagined!

It seems that he did not cook it himself! This guy even tricked her.

She immediately got up with chopsticks, walked around him, moved to a chair and sat down, then took the soup in front of him, drank it carefully, and after feeling the soup was thick and delicious, she drank it at once, and then every dish After taking a sip and making sure it tasted good, he grabbed the rice bowl in his hand and slurped him a bit while eating, without forgetting to admonish a "big liar".

"Who lied to you?" He looked innocent.

"Ah, you lie to me that you are cooking, so I dare not speak." She responded vaguely while eating.

She is really hungry, not to mention the good food.

"I burnt it!"

"Impossible! Do you deceive me like this? You, a person who never enters the kitchen, a master who is even served by someone else, how could he cook such a delicious dish?"

"Who said I never enter the kitchen? I've been in N times, okay?"

"I don't believe it! I lived in your house for a few months, but I never saw you in the kitchen half a step!"

"I didn't enter the kitchen at home, I entered this kitchen." He pointed behind her.

Fear of choking herself, she dared not laugh until she swallowed the food in her mouth.

"You enter this kitchen? There is usually no one here. What are you doing in this kitchen? Don't tell me you come here to cook for yourself!"

"I came here to cook food deliberately, no, I came here to learn to cook food, not to cook for myself, but to learn to cook for you."

"Learn to burn it for me?!" Mu Yu was shocked.

"Otherwise how could it be a surprise to you?" He raised his eyebrows and looked up. "How? Is it a special surprise? A special accident?"

"This, what did you do?"

He shrugged a little helplessly: "My wife, the dishes are almost cold, or will we discuss this issue after we finish eating?"

She couldn't wait, quickly asked: "Someone taught you to cook?"

"Chief chef of the Gloria Hotel," he said while serving her another bowl of soup. "But I was too complicated to learn. Let him teach some easy-to-eat homemade dishes. How?"

She didn't pick up the soup bowl, just looked at him fixedly: "How long have you been studying?"

"It's almost half a month, but not every day, come when you have time. Eat it fast, and you have to treat it as a dark dish." He smiled and served food for her.

She still didn't move, she just looked at him fixedly: "You are so hard to learn cooking, just to cook for me?"

"if not?"

"why?"

"Because you said you want your husband to cook."

"Ah? When did I say that?"

"You wrote it in your notebook."

Mu Yu thought about it carefully before he realized what was going on.

It turned out that once I played a word game with Jiang Wenwen and was asked about the requirements of my husband in the future. At that time, she thought that Xin Yihan's dish was great, so she wrote that she would cook it. Jiang Wenwen said that there are very few men who are excellent but who can cook, and thinks that her demands are too high, and persuades her to change. At that time, there was no Yin Xiaotian between her and Xin Yihan, so she had a lot of illusions about Xin Yihan. She put away the paper with the words "My future husband must be able to cook", ready to wait for herself and After Xin Yihan was together, he let her girlfriends meet her "husband who can cook". Later, Xin Yihan and Yin Xiaotian got married and completely broke her thoughts. She was very sad, but she was reluctant to throw away this note and kept it in the notebook she carried with her.

Thinking of this, she suddenly remembered a question: "When did you turn over my bag?"

"Just last time. Come, drink soup, stew for a long time, very fresh."

"When was the last time? Why did I turn over my bag?" She remembered that he even knew that even her aunt's towel was in her bag-it could be placed on the innermost layer of the bag. It seems that he turned over the bag that time Be very careful!

Seeing that his eyes flickered slightly, but she didn't explain it, she pretended to scorn her face and scolded, "Hurry up! Why turn over my bag? What to look for? Still want to do something bad?"

"How could I do bad things to you?" He smiled unnaturally, "Can't I be curious about my woman's bag?"

She stared at him for a few seconds, then frowned for a few seconds, and suddenly got an answer: "You turned my bag to replace my self-defense knife, right! Where did you put my silver scalpel? ?"

She asked him last time, but he said that he threw it. Because there was a conflict with him at that time, she didn't ask as much, but returned the gold scalpel he gave him.

"Don't you have a self-defense knife in your bag?" He avoided it lightly.

"You have it, but you can't throw my original..."

"Not thrown."

"Where?"

"I put it away for you." He sighed suddenly. "The dishes are cold, let me go hot."

"Huan..."

"Nobody likes my hard-cooked dishes. Alas."

Realizing that his confidence was frustrated, she realized that her topic had deviated from her focus and hurriedly responded: "I love to eat! I just..."

"It turns out that the man who can cook is not pleasing." When he spoke, he had entered the kitchen with the dish.

Seeing that he was not happy, Mu Yu hurriedly followed up with the kitchen and explained: "Don't talk nonsense, who said it's unpleasant? I like it very much."

He ignored her, just stuffed his head with plastic wrap, put it in the microwave, and pressed it on the microwave for a few times. The action was very skillful, obviously not the first time.

"Eh," Mu Yu next to him, pulling his sleeve, asking with a pleased smile, "Will you still use the microwave oven? You are so powerful."

He still ignored her, standing alone in front of the microwave, staring at the working microwave.

"I heard that the microwave oven emits a lot of radiation. Please stand here."

As soon as her voice fell, he shoved her out.

"Eh! What are you doing?"

"The radiation is great, you go outside."

"No!" She came to her forcibly, and hugged him backhand, "I want to enjoy the microwave radiation with you."

"Enjoy? Can you use words? How do you learn Chinese?" He picked her up and walked to the restaurant.

She posted her face in his arms and giggled: "My language is not good, you teach me."

"Do not teach."

"do not do it."

He pressed her down and sat down: "Sit down, I'll go for hot dishes."

After that, he brought the remaining dishes into the kitchen together, and soon brought the two dishes that had been warmed up first, put them in front of her, and entered the kitchen again.

She tore off the plastic wrap, filled another bowl of hot rice, and picked up chopsticks to eat.

She knew that the best way to get rid of him now was to try to eat the dishes he had worked hard for her.

For a man who is willing to spend big thoughts to surprise himself and make himself happy while he is busy, he is just trying to learn cooking because of his own unintentional words. She takes care of herself and is afraid of men. He was angry with him for some petty things.

Eating and eating, she felt her eyes astringent.

Sucking her nose, she continued to eat hard.

When he brought out the dishes again, he saw a smile on his face when he saw half of the dishes on the table being eaten, but he was nervous when he saw her red eyes.

"Little whisper, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, people are happy. The food you cook for others is so delicious." She blinked her eyes vigorously, trying to disperse the moisture from her eyes, while getting up to prepare a meal for him.

He was relieved, then immediately held her: "Then you eat more, I hold it myself."

She bit her chopsticks and tilted her head to look at him: "We will learn together next time."

"You don't need to learn."

She narrowed her mouth: "Do you think I can't learn stupidly?"

"The smell of cooking fumes is not good." He said while presenting his right hand in front of her. "I washed it three or four times with hand sanitizer, but it still didn't wash away the smell of fumes."

She immediately grabbed his hand and smelled it. In addition to the scent of hand sanitizer, she smelled of the kitchen's oily smoke.

"Smells bad?"

"No, this is the breath of life, how could it be unpleasant?" She kissed his hand softly and made a serious voice. "Especially for the breath of life for me, I prefer it. "

"How does my dish taste?"

"Awesome! Really!" In order to prove herself, she let go of his hand, continued to eat, and served food for him. "Eat together."

"Just like it, next time I will make you sweet and sour pork ribs."

"Ah? Would you also like this dish?" This is one of her favorite dishes.

He smiled a little unnaturally: "After learning many times, I still can't grasp the ratio of sugar and vinegar, but the master said that I have made great progress. I want to learn a few more times and I can definitely go to the table."

"Huan..." She felt warm in her heart, and her eyes shone again.

"Don't you learn it yet? Don't touch it now, you..." His words were interrupted by the ringtone of the mobile phone. He glanced at the phone resting on the table, his smile stiffened, and he hung up.

At this moment, Mu Yu had seen the words "Yin Anran" written on the screen of the mobile phone, and thought of his situation of wanting to kick himself, he immediately pouted in his heart.

"Small whisper, we..." Qin Jinhuan made a noise, and the phone rang again. When it was Yin Anran, he sullen his face.

"Come on, there must be something important to find your big brother-in-law." Mu Yu said lukewarmly and continued to bow his head to eat.

Qin Jinhuan hesitated for a moment, but still connected.