Married to a wealthy family by mistake, the uncle spoiled her

Old Man Guan stopped talking and returned to the room with his big dogs. His back, which had been straight, seemed to hunch down in an instant.

Ai Fei was worried about Old Man Guan and got up early.

Unexpectedly, she found that Mr. Ling got up earlier than her. When she walked out, Mr. Ling was already sitting in the main room working.

She greeted softly, "Good morning, Mr. Ling."

Ling Ye nodded slightly and said, "Good morning, breakfast is ready. Go wash up and come over for breakfast later."

Ai Fei: "..."

Is breakfast ready at this time?

What time did Mr. Ling get up?

He looks so virtuous, he really feels like a wife!

Ai Fei had just woken up, sighing a little dazedly, and walked to the bathroom to wash up.

When I came back after washing up, Ling Ye had already placed breakfast on the table.

It was similar to her usual breakfast. She cooked millet porridge, steamed a basket of corn, sweet potatoes and potatoes, and made scallion pancakes.

The two sat down, and Ai Fei first praised: "Mr. Ling is really amazing!"

Ling Ye glanced at her, a little arrogant: "Miss Ai, please don't despise me."

Ai Fei said: "I don't mind."

Someone made food for her, why would she complain...

At this moment, a mouthful of scallion pancake was stuck in her mouth. For a moment, she didn't know whether to spit it out or not...

I still feel a little disgusted.

Why is it so unpalatable!

Not only was it undercooked, it was also salty and bitter, as if a lot of soy sauce was added.

Whose good person is spreading pancakes and pouring soy sauce on them?

Ai Fei puffed up her little mouth and her eyebrows were twisted into a flower.

Ling Ye had been observing her expression, hoping she'd praise him after taking a bite, but he didn't want to see the painful expression on a woman's face, as if she was holding back her poop...

Is it so unpalatable?

He picked up a piece and put it in his mouth...

After chewing it twice, he couldn't hold it in and spat it out.

Cough cough, cough cough...

She clearly followed her usual steps, so how could it taste worse than shit!

Ai Fei saw that he was about to vomit, so she vomited as well.

Ling Ye felt a little embarrassed and pushed the basket of grains in front of her: "Eat this."

"it is good."

Ai Fei nodded and picked up a piece of corn.

Took a bite.

Well, it’s still half-cooked.

But corn can be eaten raw, and even half-cooked can be eaten.

In order not to undermine the man's confidence in cooking, she ate it calmly, bite by bite.

After eating, I tried the millet porridge he cooked.

The millet porridge was okay, not undercooked, but there was too much rice and not enough water, so it felt like eating millet rice.

She still ate it bite by bite.

Well, that’s all the confidence support she can give a man. She can’t eat a second bowl.

Ling Ye himself couldn't eat a single bite.

Ai Fei had spoiled his appetite, and he simply couldn't eat such a shit-like breakfast!

He also planned to get up early, establish the image of a warm man, and make a loving breakfast for the woman.

I didn’t expect that love would turn into trouble!

Cooking seems simple, but I didn't expect that it involves so much knowledge. Where did the woman in front of me get her extraordinary talent? How could she turn these rough things into delicious food so easily and calmly?

Seeing the man's rare look of frustration, Ai Fei whispered to him, "Every profession has its specialties. Mr. Ling's talent may not lie in cooking."

Ling Ye looked at her and humbly asked, "It's clearly the same process, why is the taste so different?"

Ai Fei: “…”

"Well, cooking also requires talent."

The collision between food and seasoning depends entirely on talent.

Ling Ye refused to give up: "How can I obtain such a talent?"