The abandoned wife of a wealthy family won by not serving as a control group

Chapter 557

Meng Chuyuan and Lu Qingye tidied the house, then went to the supermarket to buy all the daily necessities they needed and some vegetables to cook.

When he arrived at the food area, Meng Chuyuan first bought the commonly used seasonings, and then looked carefully at the vegetables and meat.

"What are we eating tonight?" Looking at the dazzling array of ingredients in front of him, Meng Chuyuan suddenly didn't know what to buy.

Seeing that Meng Chuyuan had no idea, Lu Qingye was silent for a while and gave a suggestion: "How about Western food?"

If it's Western food, he can help a little.

Meng Chuyuan nodded. She thought Western food was fine. "Okay, let's have Western food then."

So they bought some steak, pasta and vegetables.

Before checking out, Meng Chuyuan even checked the shopping cart to make sure that everything he needed was there. "Let's go back. There's nothing else to buy."

Lu Qingye lowered his eyes and glanced at the shopping cart, then said slowly, "I haven't bought the candles yet."

"Ah?" At first, Meng Chuyuan didn't realize why she had to buy candles. After a while, she realized, "It's just a meal. There's no need to be so formal, right?"

"Let's have some sense of ceremony." Just celebrate the fact that they officially move into their wedding room today.

Meng Chuyuan was amused by his words and couldn't help laughing and said, "Then buy some."

Seeing Meng Chuyuan's face with an unconcealable smile, Lu Qingye looked at her puzzledly, "What are you laughing at?"

He was so serious, but Meng Chuyuan was laughing beside him, which made him look really stupid.

"No... I'm not laughing at anything." Lu Qingye suddenly became romantic, which made her a little uncomfortable. "Let's go buy some candles."

Lu Qingye: "..."

After buying the candles, they checked out and went home. Lu Qingye carried the ingredients into the kitchen, and soon Meng Chuyuan followed.

"Hurry up and cook. I'm starving." Meng Chuyuan checked the power supply of the stove, then took the pot out of the cabinet to wash it.

Lu Qingye took out all the food in the shopping bag, unpacked it, and processed it one by one.

"I'll fry the steak first." Meng Chuyuan heated the pan in advance, took the steak from Lu Qingye, and told him, "Cut the onions and bell peppers, and make the pasta while I finish frying the steak."

Lu Qingye hummed lightly and did as Meng Chuyuan instructed.

This was Lu Qingye's first time cutting onions.

At first, when he noticed that his eyes were a little stingy, he didn't take it seriously. But he didn't expect the aftereffect to be so strong that it almost made Lu Qingye cry.

However, Meng Chuyuan's attention was focused on the steak in the pot, fearing that the taste would be affected by poor control of the heat, and he did not notice the situation on Lu Qingye's side at all.

When she finished frying the steak and came to get the ingredients for the next dish, Meng Chuyuan discovered that Lu Qingye's eyes were red from the onions.

Meng Chuyuan: "How come cutting an onion got you into this state?"

Seeing Lu Qingye raising his hand to rub his eyes, Meng Chuyuan quickly stopped him: "You just cut onions with this hand, don't use it to rub your eyes, the more you rub, the more uncomfortable it will be."

Lu Qingye explained: "The back of the hand is clean."

"That won't work either. Wait a minute..." Meng Chuyuan found a clean towel, wet it with water, and came to Lu Qingye, "Let me help you wipe it."

Hearing that Meng Chuyuan was going to wipe his eyes, Lu Qingye smiled and said, "Okay."

"Lower your head a little." Meng Chuyuan took a towel and gently wiped the area around his eyes.