He curled his lips slightly, and there was a smile on his delicate face like a knife.
Song Wuyou walked over, and sat on the stool gracefully.
She glanced at the soup in the jar, then raised her eyes and looked at Gu Yanhao, "For no reason, make soup for me?"
Gu Yanhao sat down opposite her.
To be honest, it was the first time he made soup for a woman.
Being asked so directly, Gu Yanhao was embarrassed to speak his mind.
He looked at Song Wuyou coolly: "You can drink the stew, what are you asking so much for?"
"The weasel is uneasy and kind when wishing the chicken a new year." Song Wuyou muttered.
The original owner married him for three years, and he never poured a glass of boiled water for the original owner.
"You're not a chicken, and I'm not a weasel either." Gu Yanhao said angrily, his face darkened.
"..." Is she a metaphor, okay
Gu Yanhao pointed to the can of soup with his chin and said, "Chrysanthemum black chicken soup."
"..." Song Wuyou looked at the can of soup suspiciously, is it delicious
"I checked it on Baidu, and it said that women with cold hands and feet should drink more of this soup." After speaking, Gu Yanhao lowered his eyes to hide the embarrassment in his eyes.
When Song Wuyou heard this, his heart trembled slightly.
Because her hands and feet were cold, he specially stewed it for her
Song Wuyou blinked, his clear eyes looked extraordinarily clear and dark under the light.
She looked at Gu Yanhao with a slight smile, "You have been completely fascinated by me."
Gu Yanhao's ears turned red, and he glared at her: "Isn't it normal for a husband to be fascinated by his wife? Hurry up and drink!"
Song Wuyou bowed his head and took a sip.
Xiumei frowned, it's hard to drink!
When Gu Yanhao saw her, she looked at her with long and narrow phoenix eyes expectantly, and said in a low voice, "How is it? How does it taste?"
Song Wuyou raised her eyes and looked at his eyes shining like stars in the night. The words she wanted to hit him were suddenly stuck in her throat.
Inexplicably said: "It tastes good, if you add a few slices of ginger, the taste will be even better."
"Ginger slices?" Gu Yanhao didn't know how to make soup.
Seeing his stupefied look, Song Wuyou asked amusedly: "Don't you know that stewed chicken soup tastes better with sliced ginger?"
"I don't know." Gu Yanhao shook his head, licked his thin and perfect lips, "This is my first time making soup."
Song Wuyou paused.
"It's the first time I've made soup for a woman." Gu Yanhao looked at Song Wuyou seriously.
"..."
Song Wuyou's heart was a little complicated.
She looked at Gu Yanhao quietly, under the light, his outline was very clear.
Such as a finely carved face, when it is serious, it is even more handsome.
The eyes as deep as a deep pool seem to have a suction force, if you are not careful, you will be sucked in.
cannot!
Song Wuyou hurriedly lowered his head and drank the soup as if nothing had happened.
She said, don't be tempted by him!
She must suppress the original owner's crazy love for him, and she must not let it roll out again!
In her previous life, the man she loved could have three wives and four concubines.
In this life, the man she loves can be as young as three.
Having experienced two lifetimes of hurt, she didn't want to let herself be hurt by love again.
I drank it sip by sip, and after a while, I drank half a can.
It's really not very tasty, Song Wuyou couldn't drink it anymore.
She put down the spoon, pulled out a tissue from the table, and gracefully wiped the soup stains from her mouth.
Seeing this, Gu Yanhao asked: "Don't drink anymore?"
"I can't drink anymore."
Gu Yanhao looked at the soup pot and frowned: "There are so many more."
"The next time you stew, remember not to put too much water."
"En." Gu Yanhao nodded obediently.