After Gu Yanshen put down the ingredients, he turned around and left the kitchen without being polite at all. He walked to the sofa and sat down like an uncle, holding a financial magazine and flipping it open.

Mu Wange didn't expect that a man like Gu Yanshen, who had no fingers in the spring water, would take the initiative to help her. He dared to speak, but she didn't dare to instruct him. In fact, this man always had expensive notes on his body to help her.

She was so frightened that she couldn't even help her.

…

Mu Wange took the apron and put it on, quickly opened the bag and took out the ingredients. First, cook the rice and simmer the soup, then start washing the vegetables and cutting the side dishes.

When you are ready, turn on the range hood, turn on the fire, and start cooking.

Originally this morning he asked her to cook for him tonight, but she wasn't prepared to accept it. But in the morning she went to find a job, left the job market and went to the hospital, and learned from her mother that Gu Yanshen actually went to see her.

After leaving the hospital, I didn't know why I got on the subway to the vegetable market.

…

Gu Yanshen was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. It had been half an hour since he had turned through two pages of the financial magazine in his hand. The man's mind was not on it.

From time to time, his eyes would look in the direction of the kitchen, looking at the busy figures inside through the glass from a distance.

From washing and chopping vegetables to cooking, the movements were flowing and orderly. Gu Yanshen also did not expect that one day he would spend his precious time sitting on the sofa watching a woman cooking, and he was still watching intently, unwilling to

Look away.

"Old...husband, we have one more stir-fry dish to start the meal."

The kitchen door suddenly opened, and Mu Wange's head popped out, just in time to catch Gu Yanshen's eyes looking at her.

"Um."

A flash of embarrassment flashed through Gu Yanshen's eyes when he was caught. He responded calmly, put down the financial magazine in his hand and stood up to wash his hands. In the mirror, the man's eyebrows were raised, and there was an uncontrollable warmth in his eyes.

'Husband, there is still one more stir-fry dish to start the meal.'

A woman's soft voice is like a feather gently sweeping over the heart, thus softening the man's hard heart.

The kitchen door closed again, and Mu Wange turned around to fry the last dish. The eyes she saw when she opened the door flashed in her mind. They were so hot and intense that her heart trembled when she saw them.

…

This was the third time the two of them had dinner at the same table, and it was also the most nervous meal for Mu Wange. Grandma said that Gu Yanshen’s mouth was very picky, and most chefs, even if they weren’t top chefs, couldn’t get into his mouth. Did she feel a little self-conscious?

So good.

As the dishes were served one by one, Mu Wange placed the rice in his hand in front of Gu Yanshen and sat down opposite him.

Holding the rice bowl in one hand and the chopsticks in the other, Gu Yan couldn't help but look at him after moving the chopsticks deeply. Watching him put the food into his mouth and chew it, he didn't know why he was so nervous.

Seeing that he swallowed it, there was no strangeness on his face, and he took another dish, Mu Wange felt relieved and lowered his head to eat.

Having eaten with Gu Yanshen three times, she probably knew how much he ate.

No matter it was the first time at Red House or the second time at Ancheng Villa, he only ate a bowl of rice and didn't eat much food.

But tonight...

Each of the eight dishes on the table was missing more than half, and she helped him fill up the rice twice.

Does this mean that the food she cooks is to his liking?

When this idea flashed through Mu Wange's mind, the corners of his lips rose with satisfaction. When he realized that his emotions were fluctuating too much, Mu Wange couldn't help biting his lips.

She was just happy because her cooking skills were recognized...

That's it.

…

After eating, Gu Yanshen sat there like an uncle again. Mu Wange disposed of everything that was left, then packed it into the kitchen and put it in the sink.

She put on her apron again and started washing the dishes. Halfway through the dishes, a few strands of disobedient hair tucked behind her ears fell down because she lowered her head, rubbing against her cheeks very uncomfortable. Mu Wange held the bowl in one hand, stained with

The hand holding the detergent foam touched the faucet to rinse away the foam. When she was about to pull it away, a big hand helped her.

A few strands of hair were pulled behind the ears.

"Thanks...um."
Chapter completed!