The mother of salted fish became popular in the baby complex by fortune-telling

Chapter 180 I, Be Your Exclusive Chef

This time, Xiao Naituan slept until the sun was up and did not hear the alarm clock.

She opened her eyes in a daze, and looked at the time of the alarm clock on the bedside table, she suddenly woke up, and then looked at her side, Mommy was gone?
This frightened the little guy, he slid off the bed without even putting on his shoes, and ran out of the bedroom to find Mommy.

As a result, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Lu Ci'an frowning, holding a kitchen knife, and tomatoes on the chopping board, staring wide-eyed.

"Mommy, are you cooking?"

The little milk ball blinked its big eyes, and approached her in doubt.

When Lu Ci'an heard her daughter's voice, she looked down at her little feet without shoes, and was about to speak with a slight frown.

At this time, the door of the hut was opened from the outside. Lin Beichen, who had just returned from the mission point to get other ingredients, saw Lu Ci'an holding a knife, immediately put down the basket of ingredients in his hand, and rushed to her like a stride.

"Honey, it's dangerous—"

After the kitchen knife was taken away from Lu Ci'an by Lin Beichen, he still gasped slightly in shock.

Then he relaxed, and said to Lu Cian: "Let me make breakfast, you and your daughter go to rest first."

After listening to Lin Beichen's words, Lu Ci'an's eyes fell on his cold, white and slender palms, which didn't look like they had done any heavy work, and questioned slightly, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, trust me."

Lin Bei raised his eyes to meet Lu Ci'an's eyes, his amber eyes seemed to be soaked in a gentle light, and seemed to be soaked in sweet honey, Lu Ci'an's heart skipped a beat when he saw it.

She looked away to cover up, picked up the little milk ball on the ground and went back to the bedroom.

Looking at the woman's hasty movement as if she was running away, and thinking of her reddish ears and Lin Beichen's thin and cold lips just now, she couldn't help but bend a happy arc.

In order to win his wife's goodwill in getting along with him in the future, he specially invited the royal chef to teach him. He studied hard for a while, and now, finally, the time has come for him to show his skills.

Lin Beichen's heart was filled with excitement, and he rolled up the sleeves of his dark gray shirt, revealing his strong and smooth forearm, and then he began to handle the ingredients with great agility.

at the same time.

Lu Ci'an in the bedroom is still teaching Xiao Naituan that she will have to run on the ground without wearing shoes in the future, and it is easy to catch cold.

"Remember Mommy—"

The little Naituan lowered its head slightly, and Naihuhu's voice carried the obedience of listening to teachings.

"Be good, baby!"

As a reward, Lu Ci'an rubbed her daughter's little head.

"But Mommy, don't you need to complete the task this morning?"

This question has been there since I woke up from the little milk ball, such as why the alarm clock didn't ring today, she overslept, and why did the mommy who never cooks appear in the kitchen?
Lu Cian, who couldn't let her discover the birthday surprise in advance, looked at the big eyes of the little milk ball in doubt, and coughed lightly in disguise.

Because he couldn't lie to the child, he blamed Director Li, "Probably, uncle director forgot—"

Director Li, who was organizing the staff and arranging the venue for the birthday party, couldn't help but sneezed loudly.

Half an hour later, Lu Ci'an walked out of the bedroom with the neatly dressed little milk ball after washing.

As soon as the door was opened, the tangy aroma of food hit every cytokine in Lu Ci'an's mouth and nose.

"Mommy, it smells so good, I can smell the banana cake—"

Banana pancakes are Xiaonaituan's favorite, and banana milkshakes, she loves all banana-flavored foods.

Lu Ci'an quickly led the bouncing cat to the dining table, but when he saw the exquisitely presented breakfast on the table, he was dumbfounded.

"Lin Beichen, did you do all of this?"

Feeling the reverence suddenly rising from Lu Ci'an's eyes, Lin Beichen pretended to be reserved and said modestly: "I haven't studied for long, let's be so-so—"

Lu Ci'an didn't take the word "learning" seriously, but the CP fans who desperately picked sugar between the couple quickly grasped the key.

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ,meaning that I learned cooking skills for Sister Lu?Is that so?Screaming Chicken Crowing.jpg]

[He loves it so much, he really loves it so much, the richest president went down to earth for his wife, washed his hands and made soup, it's too poignant! 】

[Sister Lu insists, let Mr. Lin cook for you a lifetime of loving breakfast and lunch! 】

……

The fans kowtowed, and Lu Ci'an's mother and daughter also ate the breakfast cooked by Lin Beichen.

The millet pumpkin porridge is soft and not glutinous, and the sweetness is moderate. The sandwich meat and vegetables are tender and refreshing, especially the special salad dressing, which is better than any brand of salad dressing that Lu Ci'an has tasted!
So, squinting Lu Ci'an, who was satisfied with the sandwich, couldn't help asking Lin Beichen, "Where did you buy the salad dressing? It's not bad——"

"Do you like it?"

Lin Beichen put down the breakfast in his hands, gracefully picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth and his slender fingers, before looking at Lu Ci'an with a faint smile.

For a salad dressing, Lu Ci'an didn't need to hide it, and nodded happily: "Yes, I like it."

She didn't notice the slight arc of Lin Beichen's lips after she said this.

"After that, if you want to eat, I will make it for you. If there are other things you want to eat, you can also. I won't, so I will learn."

What Lin Beichen said was so sincere that Lu Ci'an's cheeks felt a little hot.

It's clear that it's not love words, but it seems to be more lethal than love words, which makes people's hearts burn.

"Oh, it turned out that you made it, forget it, I thought I bought it somewhere, and I planned to buy some back."

Lu Ci'an simply didn't want to accept Lin Beichen's affection. Although she didn't know what kind of mentality this man had when he said the heart-pounding words just now, she still had the self-control to face temptation.

"Wife, you are welcome with me, what do you want to eat, you can send it at any time, and I will be your exclusive chef!"

With Lin Beichen's words, Lu Ci'an got up suddenly, because the movement was too large, the shaking plate and cutlery ping-pong, and even the little milk ball stuffed with a mouthful of Italian sausage, blinked and looked at it worriedly. To my mommy.

After swallowing the grilled sausage quickly and with difficulty, he asked with concern: "Mummy, are you swollen?"

Lu Ci'an didn't speak, but looked at Lin Beichen with a silent anger. This man really didn't take the casual promise seriously.

There is a white moonlight, and you still say such things to her, do you think you are very romantic?Or does he simply want to show the perfect husband image of his doting wife in front of the public?

If you really have a heart for your wife and daughter, why didn't you pay attention to it before, went abroad for so many years, and now you come to act again, who do you want to impress?

"Lin Beichen, after today is over, you can leave. After all, you are very busy, and we can't afford to waste your time."

After expressing his thoughts to Lin Beichen with a cold and calm face, Lu Ci'an returned to his usual patience and gentleness when he turned to the little milk ball again, "Daughter, don't worry, eat slowly, Mommy goes outside to take a breath, you finish eating Just go and find Mommy, okay?"

Little Naituan didn't know what happened, but felt that the atmosphere between Mommy and Daddy was weird, but after all, she still had her heart for Mommy. Seeing Mommy's erratic expression, she nodded obediently, "Okay, Mommy-"

Lu Ci'an patted the little guy's head again before getting up and leaving the table, without looking at Lin Beichen again from the beginning to the end.

(End of this chapter)