C17 My Wife

Fu Sihan raised his eyes. Even his eyelids were filled with coldness and ridicule. "What right do you have to care about me? My wife?"

Fu Sihan's temper was especially bad in the morning.

"It's because I heard that you are weak and sickly. . .

You deserve to die!

The woman bit her lower lip. Her eyes were closed. She clearly did not accept it and felt wronged.

Fu Sihan did not need to guess to know that she was cursing him in her heart. His tall and straight body leaned against the back of the chair. "Woman, go and make breakfast for me. "

"What?" Wanwan thought she heard wrongly.

"You can't make breakfast, so you don't have to eat. "

Don't you like to talk?

Don't you want to find a sense of existence?

I'll give you a chance.

Fu Sihan was deliberately making things difficult for Yan Wanwan.

She was the daughter of the Yan Family. If she dared to show off at night, she was afraid that she had never even entered the kitchen!

Wanwan saw the words "she definitely could not make something decent" on his face. She gritted her teeth angrily, "I will make breakfast!"

What Fu Sihan did not know was that cooking was Yan Wanwan's specialty.

Wanwan had another identity -

A food blogger with millions of fans, and these fans were all very active.

Ten minutes later, a bowl of steaming hot wheaten soup came out of the pot.

The chewy cotton cotton blended into the soup. The vegetables would melt in the mouth every time they were cooked. The lean meat would be stir-fried into the pot, and the yellow egg liquid would be added in front of the pot to disperse. Finally, an appropriate amount of salt would be added to mix and a small amount of chicken essence would be added to increase the freshness.

The white porcelain bowl with orchids that had a beautiful color and a rich fragrance assailed the nostrils.

"You gave this to me to eat?" Fu Sihan's face darkened when he saw the bowl of pig food.

"Third Young Master, try it. I promise it will taste good! The stomach nourishing wheaten soup!" Wanwan quickly said before he threw the bowl.

As a gourmet blogger, Yan Wanwan really hoped to have one more person like her food.

As the bride who was bullied, she was eager to please Fu Sihan.

The breakfast in front of her gave off a rich fragrance. The soft and sticky rice fragrance, the rich egg fragrance, the fresh vegetable fragrance and the tempting meat fragrance perfectly blended together.

Fu Sihan did not tell her to scram.

He picked up the spoon and stared at the bowl of breakfast for a few seconds. He seemed to be thinking about how bad it tasted.

He drank a mouthful of dough soup. It was rich and mellow. No matter if it was dough, egg, or vegetable, it melted as soon as it entered his mouth. There was only meat between his lips and teeth, but it actually showed a bit of fun.

There was still a little bit of sweetness in the aftertaste.

A strange emotion flashed through Fu Sihan's eyes.

This taste was very similar to the taste of the dough made by the little girl in his memory. It was surprisingly similar!

Fu Sihan suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Yan Wanwan closely. There seemed to be a strong emotion rolling in his eyes.

"Why did you do this?" He grabbed her wrist.

. . . "I learned it online. " Wanwan was shocked by his reaction. She did not dare to say that she knew how to do it since she was young.

Fu Sihan let go of her hand and lowered his eyes slightly, concealing his disappointment and ridicule.

Why did he think that she was the girl from back then?

This was ridiculous!

"How is it? Do you like it?" Fu Sihan was expressionless. Wanwan could not tell what he was thinking. She asked nervously and expectantly.

A crisp sound of porcelain was heard.

Fu Sihan threw the porcelain spoon into the bowl and returned to his expressionless face. He said coldly, "It tastes bad. "

Tasty?

How was that possible?

Could it be that she failed?

Wanwan took a sip of the wheaten soup in her bowl suspiciously. "I think it's quite good. "