Gu Juexi's face was punched and it hurt a little. She was his wife, and he would have kicked her out if she had been someone else.
"What are you doing?" Gu Juexi reached out and grabbed the mobile phone in Ye Yuwei's hand, glanced at it and shouted, with absolute disdain.
Ye Yuwei lay on top of him and pinched his neck, "You still have the nerve to hum."
Gu Juexi let her pinch his neck and glanced at the photo Wen Shan sent again. There were many types of dishes and they looked pretty good.
The man knew how to cook, which made Mr. Gu very angry.
"Does the gentleman know how to stay in the kitchen?" Gu Juexi said matter-of-factly, throwing Ye Yuwei's cell phone aside, and then turned around and pressed the person under him, "Other men can only work hard on cooking. , useless elsewhere.”
Ye Yuwei twitched the corner of her mouth and avoided Gu Juexi's kiss: "So what right do you, a person who can't even cook ginger soup, have to say anything about others?"
Ginger soup
He was almost scolded to death by his own son once, and it hurt him for the rest of his life.
"A real man doesn't stick to trivial matters." Gu Juexi was still making excuses for himself.
"Oh, I can't even eat the food cooked by my husband in this life, why are we so miserable?" Ye Yuwei said and wanted to get up.
Gu Juexi still pressed her body, as if thinking about Ye Yuwei's words. After a while, he got up and got out of bed, "Wait."
Ye Yuwei: "..."
Ye Yuwei looked at the man going out in his pajamas, and thought of the tragedy in the kitchen last time. She hurriedly jumped out of bed with a low cry, then put on her slippers and went out.
Gu Juexi had already driven away all the servants in the kitchen resolutely, and Ye Yuwei slapped her on the head.
Aunt Qian looked back at Ye Yuwei. Ye Yuwei smiled awkwardly and hurried into the kitchen.
"Get out." Gu Juexi said, slamming the kitchen door shut after driving Ye Yuwei out.
Ye Yuwei: "..."
Aunt Qian: "..."
"Uncle Jin, please contact the fire department. I'm afraid the house will catch on fire." Ye Yuwei covered her face and said bluntly.
Ye Xicheng rubbed his eyes and came downstairs, hugging Ye Yuwei's legs directly, "Mommy-"
Ye Yuwei looked down at her son and touched his little head. She decided that she would never envy others again and never irritate Gu Juexi with cooking.
As time passed, Ye Yuwei took Ye Xicheng to wash up uneasily, and then took care of Xixi to get up. She was still listening to the movement outside, for fear of a sudden fire.
What shocked Ye Yuwei was that Gu Juexi actually made it, even though it was just a pot of rice that looked like porridge.
Just rice and nothing.
Gu Juexi looked at Ye Yuwei proudly, who said he couldn't cook anymore.
Ye Yuwei: "..."
She wanted to go out and die.
But Mr. Gu can make rice that is neither rice nor porridge, which is not bad, not bad!
Don't ask too much of Gu Juexi. If the kitchen is not burned, it will be considered a success.
Xixi especially showed respect to her father, always saying it tasted good, and even drank two bowls in a row. Ye Yuwei and her son looked at each other and drank the porridge in silence, but there was nothing to eat anyway.
Wenjie was the happiest. This was the first time she had eaten food cooked by her son.
"Weiwei, if it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't be able to eat the food cooked by my son in my life."
Wen Jie was telling the truth, but it also showed that in Gu Juexi's heart, he could really do anything for Ye Yuwei. This idea would only deepen with time, not fade away.
Perhaps, this is the model that marriage should really be like.