Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

What happened to this guy? Has menopause arrived?

She pouted, took the spoon out of the bowl with hate, threw it on the plate, and then took the bowl and drank it like she had before.

After drinking, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, very contented and proud.

I spent an afternoon with the children today, and she was in a good mood for a long time.

Well, so don't care about him, don't take his attitude towards her to heart, and affect the mood.

After eating, she helped Zhang Jian to clean up the chopsticks together.

Zhang Ye didn't let her help, but she insisted on helping, wearing a floral apron, wearing washed gloves, and wiping the plates cleanly.

And each one should be under the light and put in the disinfection cabinet.

After the bowls were washed, she turned around and saw Zhang Huan kneading the dough. "Zhang Huan, why are you kneading dough so late?"

She walked over and stared at Zhang Jian's kneading technique, asking curiously.

Zhang Ye is not only good at cooking, but also very proficient at pasta. Every time she eats dumplings at home, she rolls the dumpling skin.

Steamed buns and steamed buns, she is doing everything.

As Zhang Yan kneaded the dough, he replied with a smile: "Master Three didn't take a few sips at night. I'm afraid he'll be hungry for a while. I'll make some noodles for him"

I remember when Zhang Yan entered the house, Zhang Yisheng was full. After so many years, her hands were loose and her hands were wrinkled.

She and Yan Rusheng both like to eat her hand-made noodles.

Xuxu stared at Zhang Ye's hands for a while, and suddenly she was in a whim, and stretched out her hand and snatched the dough in her hand, "I'll help you."

Zhang Ye was at her side, and guided her how to do it.

Xu Xu basically catches everything, which is the issue of the fire.

Under Zhang Jian's guidance, a bowl of hand-rolled noodles made by her was put on the table.

Xu Xu also put a little green onion on it, and when she was done, she felt a sense of accomplishment in her heart.

"Zhang Yeer, do you think I'm okay?" She pointed to the masterpiece she just finished, and pleased Zhang Ye with satisfaction.

Zhang Ye gave her a thumbs up. "Miss is really out of the kitchen."

The vivid purpose was achieved, and the flowers bloomed. He raised his face with his hands and handed it to Zhang Huan. "Come up and let me wash the pot."

Zhang Ye didn't reach out. "Just let them wash the pot. You can send it to Master Three. It's so late."

The young couple managed to make some progress and gave them more opportunities to develop.

Such a good opportunity to deliver food at such a big night is too wasteful for her old lady.

The main thing is that this bowl of noodles is made by the lady herself.

"Uh ..." Xu Xuxu said, hesitated to stare at the face in his hand, and nodded reluctantly, "OK."

She couldn't guarantee that he would eat it if she sent it.

As she expected, Yanru was born in the study, and she knocked on the door, and only after he had promised her opened it.

He was sitting at his desk, holding the mouse in one hand and the cigarette in the other. The pretty peach eyes were squinting slightly, staring at the computer screen, frowning like a Sichuan word.

The mind is very heavy.

The smell of smoke permeated the room, and he walked forward to him as he examined his mind.

After having dinner last night, he seemed to have changed and became very serious.

What the **** happened?

Footsteps were getting closer and closer, Yan Rusheng removed his gaze from the computer and looked at the vividness that had come across him.