good night warlord

Mu Rongli said:
"I don't like being vegetarian."

These words were direct and malicious, but Gu Qingyi didn't panic at all, and sat and waited for Aunt Zhou to continue serving the dishes.

Gong Yimian didn't plan to do too much this time, but waited for Aunt Zhou to lift the cover with a very curious look.

Aunt Zhou didn't know what dish she was serving, and her face was still a little worried. After carefully removing the lid, she found that the dish just served was a hard dish, spicy pork ribs.

The bright red peppers were cut into small pieces and decorated on the ribs, and then served with some green green onions. The spicy taste was tangy, and the color and aroma alone had already impressed Aunt Zhou with admiration.

Aunt Zhou's face was relieved, but Gong Yimian's face was filled with a stiff smile.

"My cousin also said that she doesn't know how to do it, but she's actually hiding it. It doesn't look like she's cooking for the first time."

Gu Qingyi faintly curled her lips into a smile, this time, without any modesty at all:
"Maybe I belong to that kind of talent. I really didn't know how to cook before, but when my mother-in-law mentioned it today, I suddenly became better at cooking.

My mother-in-law doesn't have to worry that I can't cook anymore. "

Murong Li's face was livid, Gu Qingyi said every one of these words for her mother-in-law, she raised her eyes and scanned the two dishes on the table:
"I don't eat spicy food."

The little girl cursed in her heart: You are the one talking about the nitpicking.

Serve a dish of broccoli, and you say you don’t want to be vegetarian, and serve a dish of spicy pork ribs, and you say you don’t want to eat spicy food. Since you don’t eat so much, why did you say at the beginning that you would accept even if I made it hard to swallow?

Is this menopausal amnesia?
"Grandma, don't worry, there are still a few dishes not served."

Aunt Zhou got the hint from Gu Qingyi's eyes and speeded up the serving of food.

As the dishes were put on the table, the little girl's voice gradually introduced:
"Mother-in-law, this dish is steamed prawns, Shi Yan, mother-in-law is not allergic to seafood, right?"

Murong Li didn't expect that she would directly say what he wanted to say, so he just kept his mouth shut and didn't speak.

During the war, Yan lightly opened his lips and said, "Not really."

"Then I'm relieved, but it doesn't matter if you are allergic. There is another dish here, which is steamed pork with taro. It tastes sweet and soft, and you can chew it even if you have bad teeth."

Murongli's lips were tightened even more after being so insinuated about his bad teeth.

During the war, there was a slight smile on the corners of Yan's eyes and brows. Although it was not obvious, everyone present knew his emotional changes.

Gong Yimian glanced at the aunt who was sitting first, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Gu Qingyi in advance:

"There's also a kelp soup, which is best for reducing fire, relieving dryness and beautifying the skin."

Gong Yimian opened her mouth, and found that she couldn't speak anyhow.

This Gu Qingyi was not at all as cautious as before. Instead, she was eloquent and counterattacked them calmly with every word and deed, making them unable to refute.

"My cousin made six dishes in a short period of time. It's amazing. Just by looking at these dishes, I know that the taste will not be bad."

Gu Qingyi knew her plan, and it was true:

"Then try it, if you don't eat it, the dish will be cold."

Gu Qingyi said to her mother-in-law again:
"Grandma, I kept you waiting for so long. You must be hungry. The dishes are ready. Let's start."

Murong Li picked up the chopsticks expressionlessly:
"I'm pretty satisfied with your cooking. Since you're good at cooking, I'll let you cook while we're in Hancheng."

The tip of Gu Qingyi's tongue touched the upper jaw, and a bright light flickered in her full eyes, and she went straight to the first woman who kept making things difficult for herself.

She has given her all the respect she deserves. There are no servants at home. Does she have to cook every day to be able to eat?

This is only the first day. If they agree, should they wash their clothes by hand in the future?Will their beds also have to be arranged by themselves?

She has grown up so much, she has never been wronged like this.

However, the mother-in-law's request as a daughter-in-law cannot be directly refused.

The big deal is to start pretending to be sick tomorrow.

He was about to answer, but before he could make a sound, he heard the cold voice of the man beside him:

"Yi Baoer will only cook today's meal, and Aunt Zhou will make arrangements in the future. Yi Baoer is preparing for pregnancy, so Yi Baoer can't touch cold water at will.

If my mother can't get used to Aunt Zhou's cooking, I can go to the capital city and take over the cook. "

The little girl was so moved, and her husband was so awesome.

Murong Li glared at his son who was eating with chopsticks calmly, his chest was so stuffy that he couldn't eat anything, he pressed down the chopsticks and left the restaurant without taking a bite of the food on the table.

Gong Yimian worriedly called her aunt, and chased after her.

After Gu Qingyi found out that these two had left, she felt a lot more relaxed.

But, wouldn't that be too good.

After all, her original intention was to get everyone's blessing at the wedding, but with her mother-in-law like this, will there be a smiling face then?

She was a little distracted, and during the war, Yan picked up a piece of soft and glutinous taro and fed it to the little girl's mouth:

"Don't worry, everything is up to me, now eat obediently."

His voice is as pleasant as a medieval qin, with a soothing power.

Looking at his obsidian-like black serious eyes on his handsome face, the little girl's heart inexplicably settled down.

This man can always bring her a strong sense of security and make her fearless.

What else does she need to be afraid of? Even if the whole world disagrees with her being with Zhan Shiyan, she will be with him.

Thinking of this conclusion, the sudden look on the little girl's face faded away, and a beautiful dazzling smile appeared on her face.

Zhang Lai cherry lips took the sweet taro fed by the man in his mouth, and then took a piece of pork belly and fed it to the man's mouth. The little girl puffed her pink cheeks and asked charmingly:
"Husband, how is my craft?"

During the war, Yan chewed the sliced ​​meat, and instead of answering Gu Qingyi's question, he ordered to Aunt Zhou:

"Go and boil a bowl of hawthorn water."

Aunt Zhou smiled and nodded and went down to get ready, Gu Qing asked puzzledly:
"My cooking is not unpalatable, right? If you don't eat so many dishes, what hawthorn water do you drink?"

She also tried a piece of pork belly, it tastes good, it melts in the mouth, it is not greasy, it is delicious.

Fu Bo on the side smiled and explained:
"Young lady, hawthorn water is usually used to digest food after meals. Mr. must think that these dishes will be so delicious tonight that he can't stop, so he is worried that his stomach will be bloated and uncomfortable later, so he asked Aunt Zhou to prepare hawthorn water in advance. of."

After listening to Uncle Fu's explanation, the little girl suddenly realized, she squeezed her fist and hit the man's chest, her little face was full of complaints:
"I asked you if it was good, why didn't you tell me, it made me think I made dark food."