Explosive cute wife: black-bellied husband, please respect yourself!

Chapter 198 Making Dinner Together (2)

"..." Beiming Haoting frowned and stared at her silently, his gaze was deep.

"You haven't told me, where did you go on Christmas?" Yan Chuyan's almond eyes widened, tinged with anger.

"I..." Beiming Haoting's Adam's apple moved, his magnetic voice paused for a second, his blue eyes flickered, and then he opened his lips and said, "I'm going back to see my mother."

He didn't want her to know too much, and he didn't want her to worry.

"Really?" Yan Chuyan was dubious, imagining what his mother was like in his mind?A Persian cat bigger than him?Still like the goddess Athena, who combines wisdom, beauty, kindness, beauty and gentleness...

"Really." Beiming Haoting tapped her on the head lightly, with a low voice: "What do you want to eat?"

"Can you make Coca-Cola chicken wings?" Yan Chuyan's gaze fell on the chef's unbaked chicken wings just now, and she glanced at him before asking.

"I can make cola fish." A certain cat's blue eyes flashed with excitement and pride.

"..." Yan Chuyan was shocked by him, held his forehead and took a deep breath, and said, "Why is it a fish again?"

How much does he like fish?

"It's not that you can't eat fish, so it's settled, come, come with me to pick a good-looking fish."

As soon as the words fell, Beiming Haoting suddenly grabbed her hand and walked over to the huge glass fish tank. Every three days, a batch of fresh live fish will be delivered here, with various varieties. They are kept in the fish tank and replaced every three days. Any fish that are not eaten are released into the big river.

Fresh and plump big fish were swimming in the fish tank, and Yan Chuyan couldn't bear to watch them swimming in the water through the glass.

"Beiming Haoting, let's eat chicken wings. I'll do it. You can go outside and wait. It will be ready in a while." Yan Chuyan frowned, and turned to look at him.

"No! How many chicken wings do you want me to eat for just one dinner?" Beiming Haoting raised his chin in dissatisfaction, and looked at her arrogantly, with a hint of displeasure between his heroic brows, and his voice was magnetic and domineering , "Let's do it together, you make Coca-Cola chicken wings and I make fish!"

"Okay." Yan Chuyan pursed her lips, looked at the fish with regret, reached out to touch the fish tank, and touched their bodies through the glass, with a sigh in her eyes, "A little friend of yours is about to encounter misfortune gone."

"Little thing, why do you feel sorry for them?! They were meant to be caught and eaten!" Beiming Haoting said with a sullen face, taking it for granted, and then walked out of the kitchen with her.

In an instant, another chef was called into the kitchen to help him catch a fish, remove the scales, wash it, and prepare the ingredients and other preparations.

"Mr. Beiming, the chicken wings, fish and seasonings are all ready." The chef walked over with a respectful face, nodding his head and reporting to Beiming Haoting.

At this moment, Beiming Haoting was holding Yan Chuyan on his lap, grabbing her hand and kissing her randomly.

Hearing the chef's voice, Yan Chuyan shoved Beiming Haoting away in embarrassment, slipped off his lap, and smiled at the chef: "Thank you, you can go down and rest first, we will do the rest. "

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The tempting aroma of cooking permeates the air in the kitchen.

Beiming Haoting was dressed in a leisurely gray home clothes and an off-white apron. His usual stern atmosphere had faded a lot, his sharp-edged outline softened, his knife-like facial features were exquisite and three-dimensional, and his golden ratio figure was like a caricature. The painting style of the hero's home jumps in front of his eyes.

After the pot was heated up, Beiming Haoting put the seasoning down and stir-fried it again, put it on, then poured in the oil, put the fish into the pot after a little heat, and officially started his great production...

(End of this chapter)