Outrageous! The man I picked up was actually the child's father!

Shu Yanyan returned home in a low mood. As soon as she entered the door, she smelled the fragrance of food coming from the room.

I couldn't help but pause.

Look up in the direction of the kitchen.

I saw a tall and strong man, wearing her floral apron, busy at the stove.

Speaking of being busy, I am really extremely busy and in a mess.

Maybe the oil was heated for too long. When he threw the vegetables in, the temperature was too high and a flame appeared in the pot.

Feng Jue was completely stunned.

"Fire! Fire!"

He was so anxious that he was running around, holding the cooking spoon in one hand and the pot lid in the other, feeling extremely flustered and not knowing what to do.

"puff!"

Shu Yanyan couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She hurried over, snatched the lid from his hand, calmly put it on, and then took it away.

The fire in the pot went out instantly, replaced by a rich aroma of food.

Feng Jue watched Shu Yanyan return home, his eyes lit up with joy, "You're back!"

Shu Yanyan narrowed her eyes and stretched out her voice meaningfully, "If I don't come back, I'm afraid you will burn down the kitchen."

"You'd better not come to the kitchen again. You don't have the talent for cooking."

Thinking about the last time her neighbor knocked on the door in the middle of the night and almost set the whole house on fire, Shu Yanyan spread her hands helplessly.

Feng Jue felt that he was being looked down upon, and said unconvincedly: "I just don't remember how to cook. This is my first time... and it's already pretty good."

"You call this pretty good?"

Shu Yanyan was stunned, then laughed, "You are totally unaware of your own abilities. Self-confidence is a good thing, but being overconfident is narcissism."

"Narcissism?"

Feng Jue's face darkened and he clenched his teeth, "Woman, when did I become narcissistic? I'm telling the truth! Don't you believe me?"

"Believe, I believe you."

Shu Yanyan raised her eyebrows, clearly trying not to smile.

This is not belief at all, it is obvious that she said this out of consideration for his face.

Feng Jue snorted coldly, but became serious. He twisted Shu Yanyan's collar with his strong and powerful arms and carried her out of the kitchen.

"Wait outside, dinner will be ready soon."

Shu Yanyan was carried by him like a child, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Hey, why do you always pick on me? Don't do that again next time."

Hearing this, Feng Jue's sharp eyes scanned her up and down, then stopped at a certain point, and the corners of his thin lips curled up slightly.

"If you don't want to be carried by me, you should grow taller."

"W-what?"

Feeling that her height was looked down upon, Shu Yanyan clenched her fists angrily.

Looking at the man's slapping face, I really want to go up and scratch him.

Nothing pleasant can come out of this mouth.

Feng Jue returned to the kitchen and began to cook seriously according to the tutorial he found on his mobile phone.

Maybe he didn't want to be looked down upon by Shu Yanyan.

Maybe it was because of some other reason, anyway, Feng Jue put in enough effort and he actually succeeded in making a dish of sweet and sour spare ribs.

"Shu Yanyan, try it quickly."

Soon, Feng Jue placed a dish of sweet and sour pork ribs and a stack of stir-fried shredded potatoes on the dining table.

Feng Jue pulled Shu Yanyan to sit down and looked at her expectantly.

Shu Yanyan looked at the black thing on the plate and frowned slightly.

Is this edible?

But Feng Jue supported his chin with both hands, and looked at her with his deep eyes, full of expectation.

Shu Yanyan didn't want to embarrass him.

Pick up the chopsticks, pick up a piece of pork ribs, put it in your mouth, and close your eyes.

Then, I was filled with amazement.

Although the color looks a bit dark and a little too much soy sauce was added, it tastes really good.