The Rich Family President’s Trying to Keep Up With his Second Marriage

Yan Yaoshun saw that Ni Lehui took a sip without showing any weird expression. Yan Yaoshun also took a spoonful and blew like Ni Lehui. It was a little bit cold before it was brought into his mouth. The soup was in the mouth, and his tongue tasted. When the smell arrived, Yan Yaoshun was stunned. He couldn't tell what kind of smell it was. It was weird. He had never tasted it before. He said it tasted bad, not too bad, said it tasted, but not too bad. Delicious.

"How is it? It tastes good, right?" Ni Lehui bit his spoon and looked at Yan Yaoshun, adding another sentence. "Han Han likes to drink my soup the most."

"The taste is unique." Yan Yaoshun racked his brains to come up with words that he found suitable. It was not good to drink, and it was too bad to drink. Besides being unique, he couldn't think of anything better.

"Of course, this is my unique formula." Ni Lehui was very proud of her chest.

Yan Yaoshun was silent, she really rushed Tsunko to go online.

"Try the pasta I made." Ni Lehui urged. No matter how good the soup is, it is not the staple food. The staple food is the one on the plate.

She has to treat him well. She doesn’t like going into the kitchen. She was forced to be helpless before. She left a deep shadow in the kitchen. Yan Yaoshun will take care of her stomach. Now she can eat food without going into the kitchen. Today is the first time to enter the kitchen after meeting Yan Yaoshun, and it may be the last time.

Before meeting Yan Yaoshun, she thought that happiness was her taking care of others carefully. After meeting Yan Yaoshun, she knew that true happiness is that others caring for you.

Yan Yaoshun looked at the plate in front of him. Is this spaghetti? He didn't make it in Italy, but it was edible. The dark things in this plate can be seen by the people who do not know how to cook.

Yan Yaoshun looked at her, Ni Lehui blinked and said modestly: "I admit, it doesn't look as good as you did, but I promise it should taste good."

Zhang Aolei used to cook for him, he ate comfortably, and now Ni Lehui cooks for him for the first time, Yan Yaoshun raised his mouth happily, not to mention just selling bad pasta, even poison he would not hesitate To eat, Yan Yaoshun picked up his chopsticks and ate with his head.

The salty taste is accompanied by too much MSG, and the heavy acetic acid fills the mouth with a black burnt smell. It is a little dry and dry. She puts less oil. No, it’s not because of the lack of oil, but not at all. put.

Yan Yaoshun wanted to vomit, thinking that this was Ni Lehui’s breakfast specially made for him early in the morning. All these complicated flavors turned into the taste of happiness. He couldn't live up to her heart. He couldn't ruin her heart. He bit his head and chewed. Then, I secretly decided not to let her enter the kitchen again.

Seeing that Yan Yaoshun didn't vomit, Ni Lehui looked at the expression on Yan Yaoshun's face, very calm, Ni Lehui picked up the chopsticks, Yan Yaoshun wanted to stop her, but was one step too late.

"Bah, baah, what's the smell?" Ni Lehui vomited on the table, and the crisp sound of chopsticks resting on the plate rang out. She knew that the things she made were not very tasty, but it was not as unpalatable as before. What was put in it, I saw Yan Yaoshun was still eating. "Stop eating, let's go out to eat."

Yan Yaoshun looked up while chewing, and smiled when Ni Lehui looked at her breakfast with disgust. "It's not bad, but the MSG, salt and vinegar are too much."

"Okay, it's not unpleasant, don't force yourself, what if you eat your stomach?" Ni Lehui wanted to serve Yan Yaoshun's plate, but he raised his hand to stop it.

"I can eat it." Yan Yaoshun looked at the frustration on her face inadvertently. In order to prove that he did not lie to her, he picked up the noodles with chopsticks and sent them to the mouth, chewing a few times and swallowing the noodles into his throat.