Flash marriage ugly wife, madam has a bit too many vests

With a snap, the kitchen knife in Si Ran's hand hit the cutting board.

He Zheng was startled.

The ambiguous atmosphere that had been managed so hard was gone in an instant.

He Zheng didn't dare to take advantage of others anymore.

Jokes are enough.

Some words cannot be said anymore, and intimate actions must be stopped, otherwise, Si Ran will probably become angry.

He Zheng quickly let go of Si Ran, walked aside, picked up the tea and took a sip. Then he sighed sincerely and changed the topic: "This tea tastes good?"

"As long as you like it!" Si Ran glanced at him, picked up the kitchen knife again, and made the last two cuts.

The tomatoes are cut and the eggs are broken into the bowl.

She turned on the heat, heated up the oil in the pan, and started the range hood.

There was a rumbling sound, making the whole kitchen busy.

The ambiguity just now was gone, as if nothing had happened.

He Zheng raised his head, his deep pupils reflected Si Ran's busy back, who was very thin and very skilled.

Thinking of the way she slapped the knife just now, He Zheng was afraid that she would slap the kitchen knife on his head.

She must be cooking in the kitchen from time to time, so she moves skillfully and quickly.

The egg liquid quickly turned into yellow scrambled eggs, which were tender and served in the bowl.

She fried tomatoes again, and there was a small round pot sitting on another stove next to her, with water boiling inside.

After a while, the tomatoes are fried and the eggs are added.

She also sprinkled a few coriander leaves on top, the red, yellow and green colors looked particularly beautiful.

When the water boils, add the noodles and the green vegetable leaves into the pot. After a few minutes, the noodles will be ready.

Si Ran filled a large bowl of noodles and poured tomatoes and eggs on top.

Then he filled another small bowl and topped it with tomatoes and eggs.

When she turned around, she met He Zheng's eyes again, and he was staring at her.

That look was hot and gentle.

She whispered: "The noodles are already cooked. Please help me take them out."

"Okay!" He Zheng, who was tall and long-legged, walked over. Perhaps because he was closer, the kitchen space seemed much smaller.

Si Ran felt that the air seemed a little more subtle again.

He first rolled up the cuffs of his shirt in a natural and smooth movement, bent over and washed his hands in the sink, wiped them with a few pieces of kitchen paper, and then took out a bowl of noodles in one hand.

"Be careful!" Si Ran reminded: "You only need to hold one bowl."

"It's not hot." He took away the two bowls of noodles.

Si Ran was stunned for a moment, then quickly used his chopsticks to take out the remaining tomatoes and eggs.

Just looking at the man's tall back, Si Ran felt that a corner of his heart became extremely soft.

She cut some more fruit and brought it out as an after-dinner fruit.

Let's deal with it tonight.

The two of them sat at the dining table, and Si Ran hurriedly handed the chopsticks to He Zheng.

He Zheng's big hand touched Si Ran's white index finger.

At that moment, Si Ran only felt a slight numbness on his fingertips.

He Zheng saw her face turning red again and smiled. He took the chopsticks and said, without doubting his presence, "It smells very fragrant. I'll start first."

Si Ran nodded. "Um!"

At this time, the doorbell rang.

Si Ran was stunned for a moment, then stood up and said, "I'm going to see who is downstairs."

"It should be the driver. I asked him to deliver something. Check it out." He Zheng also got up.

The two walked to the door together, and the people they saw on the video phone were indeed He Zheng's assistant and driver.

The two seemed to have moved a lot of things.

Si Ran immediately pressed the button and said, "Come up here."

She opened the door.

The driver quickly delivered a bunch of things.

He Zheng's luggage, a change of clothes for tonight, and food were delivered to the door and the two of them left first.

At this time, Si Ran also bought a bunch of things in front of his room.

Looking at these things, Si Ran looked at He Zheng again.

He has two suitcases, one with business trip written on it and the other with daily life written on it.

As a secretary, Si Ran instantly understood the usefulness of these two boxes.

The box with the daily routine written on it is probably for my use here.

But, does he plan to stay here for a long time?

Si Ran expressed doubts.

He Zheng disagreed.

He didn't even look at his luggage. Instead, he picked up the takeout box, walked to the table, opened it, took out the exquisite dishes inside, and set it on the table.

Si Ran didn't expect him to order takeout, and he ordered a lot. This guy didn't even say a word just now, leaving her to cook.

After Si Ran sat down again, he looked at the exquisite takeaways on the table, then at the light tomato egg noodles he had made, and said, "If you don't want to eat the noodles, just leave them alone."

"Who said I don't want to eat tomato egg noodles? It tastes so good, wouldn't it be a pity not to eat it?" He Zheng picked up the chopsticks and started eating the noodles.

Not to mention, this noodle really suits his taste. It's refreshing, sour, fragrant and delicious.

He took one bite, then another, with no intention of stopping.

Si Ran looked at it blankly and whispered: "Actually, you don't have to take care of my feelings. The food I cook is very simple."

"I do like to eat." He Zheng said, "This is the most delicious noodles I have ever eaten."

When he eats at home, his aunt cooks everything. His mother doesn't know how to cook and can only pick and choose.

The dishes cooked by my aunt at home are always very tempting in color, similar to those in restaurants outside. They always take care of everyone's taste. The dishes taste good, but they lack some warm taste. That taste is the taste of home. .

The word came to He Zheng's mind: home.

He lowered his head to eat the noodles, and before he knew it, he had finished eating a large bowl of noodles.

He seemed not satisfied yet and asked Si Ran. "Do you still eat tomatoes and eggs?"

Si Ran was still in shock that he had finished eating a large bowl of noodles and had not come back to his senses. He immediately came to his senses when he asked.

"Ah? I won't eat. My bowl of noodles with some fruit is enough." Si Ran said: "And there is also the dinner you asked them to bring."

"Then I'll eat them all!" He brought the tomatoes and eggs to himself, poured them into the bowl, and ate them all again.

On the contrary, it was the takeaway that he had someone deliver, without touching a bite.

After eating and drinking, He Zheng said: "I will cook some more noodles like this tomorrow morning. I will eat them again."

Si Ran: "..."

After dinner, Si Ran was about to wash the dishes, but He Zheng got up early, took the dishes to the kitchen sink, shortened his sleeves, and started washing the dishes.

Si Ran was extremely surprised.

He Zheng is washing the dishes!

In Si Ran's mind, he was considered a playboy. How could something like washing dishes happen to him?

But, it just happened.

At this moment, He Zheng was washing dishes.

Si Ran looked at it, feeling indescribably weird.

However, his figure in the kitchen, wearing crisp trousers and a brand new shirt, did not feel inappropriate at all.

On the contrary, it looks warm.

Si Ran cleared the dining table and wiped it clean. He Zheng had already washed the dishes and put them on the drain rack to control the water. He wiped his hands and walked out.

"Can I take a shower?" He Zheng asked.

Si Ran was stunned and his body stiffened instantly.