"When I was in the army, I didn't allow waste. There's nothing wrong with picking it up and eating it." Shen Jingjue said in a calm tone.

It’s not like I’ve never done this before.

Tang Qiaoer knew that his mind was sometimes stubborn, and he might actually be able to do it, so she waved her hand quickly, "Just kidding, Mr. Shen, please don't take it seriously, you won't play it so big."

"I underestimated cooking. I used to watch Mrs. Wu cook it, and I thought it was very simple. It wasn't until I started cooking that I realized that this was a technical barrier that I couldn't overcome."

Shen Jingjue looked at the mess he had made on the stove and felt very sorry. "I remembered that you must have been very tired and put a lot of effort into cooking for me before."

Tang Qiaoer blinked her eyes, with mixed feelings in her heart.

"I originally...wanted to wait for you to get up and eat the breakfast I made, but now it seems that I can only ask A-Xian to buy some."

Shen Jingjue frowned slightly and smiled sheepishly, "Qiao'er, I'm sorry, give me some more time to practice, and I will get better and better."

Tang Qiaoer saw through his thoughts at the first glance.

This man has never taken a step in the kitchen after three years of marriage. Wu Ma said that the young master is not the only one who has objections to her. He has been like this since he was a child and said he hates the smell of cooking fumes.

This smell reminded Shen Jingjue of his childhood, when he and his mother lived in a slum with mixed crowds. The bungalow they lived in was surrounded by fly restaurants. From morning to night, he could always smell the smoky smell while lying in bed. No matter how hard he tried to wash his and his mother's clothes, the sticky smell of oil still lingered.

Now, Shen Jingjue is willing to cook for her, and is willing to do things that he never would have done before.

He dotes on her in the back of his heart. For her, he can ignore all bottom lines and principles.

There was a warm undercurrent in Tang Qiao'er's chest, and she gently pushed away Shen Jingjue, who was staring blankly in front of her.

"Okay, don't harm my family, I'll do it."

Suddenly, she couldn't help but cough heavily. She had inhaled some oil fumes, which caused her allergy to smoke to reappear.

This stupid roe deer can't turn on the range hood!

"Qiao'er, what's wrong with you? Did you catch a cold?" Shen Jingjue's heart arose again.

Tang Qiaoer covered her mouth and nose, "It's okay, I'm a little allergic to smoke. Just open the window and ventilate it."

Smoke…allergy?

Shen was shocked and felt Mo Tong's eyes tremble!

When did she get this disease? Or...she has always had it, but he never knew about it?

So she cooked for him for three years, and for the entire Shen family, and she spent the entire time enduring the pain of allergies?

As soon as Tang Qiaoer picked up the spatula, Shen Jingjue hugged her tightly from behind.

"Hey, what should I do if you're like this?"

"Don't do it, never do it."

Shen Jingjue's face was buried deep in her neck, his breathing was heavy, and his eyes were red with the sadness in his heart, "I will do this kind of thing from now on, I will make whatever you want to eat, and I will learn from you."

"Forget it, you are an untalented player, I can't count on you."

Suddenly, Tang Qiaoer's pupils narrowed slightly and she pursed her lips in shame, feeling that she had said the wrong thing.

What you are saying is that they are such an old married couple.
Chapter completed!