After the flash marriage, Mr. Gu was exposed again

Gu Beisheng frowned and suddenly felt a little regretful about living with Ji Qinglin.

"Grandpa, you've really screwed your grandson over!" Gu Beisheng sighed, put the cup back, and went back to his room.

That night, Gu Beisheng and Ji Qinglin tossed and turned in bed.

Gu Beisheng didn't know when he fell asleep. When he opened his eyes, it was already seven o'clock in the morning.

"What smells so good?" Gu Beisheng sat up, wrinkled his nose, and smelled a fresh fragrance. "Could it be that Ji Qinglin is making breakfast?"

He was a little surprised. He simply washed up, put on his clothes, and went out.

really.

Ji Qinglin was tinkering in the kitchen, and the delicious fragrance came from the kitchen.

Looking at the busy figure in the kitchen, Gu Beisheng's heart rippled slightly, and he felt...this kind of life seemed pretty good.

Ji Qinglin, wearing an apron, skillfully handled kitchen tasks, perfectly interpreting the meaning of the word virtuous and kind.

"You're up."

When Ji Qinglin saw Gu Beisheng coming out of the room, he called out, "Come and have breakfast."

"You're up pretty early." Gu Beisheng didn't hesitate. He sat down and scooped himself a bowl of porridge. Then he looked at her feet and asked, "Is your foot okay?"

"It's okay!" Ji Qinglin looked relaxed and his movements were quick, as if there was really nothing wrong, which surprised Gu Beisheng.

If it were any other woman, she would have been lying in bed and unable to get up, right?

This woman was stronger than he had imagined.

Gu Beisheng's attention returned to the white porridge. Looking at its snow-white color and smelling of rice, even though it was just an ordinary bowl of white porridge, it aroused his appetite.

At this moment, Ji Qinglin brought up some side dishes to go with the porridge. "I just made these side dishes casually, so you can just eat them as you like."

Gu Beisheng picked up some side dishes, put them in his mouth, and then took a mouthful of porridge. Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

The porridge was soft, sweet and delicious, and paired with the savory side dishes, it was quite delicious. He couldn't imagine that such a simple food could be so delicious, which really surprised him.

"How does it taste?" Ji Qinglin sat down and scooped himself a bowl of porridge.

"Not bad!" Gu Beisheng nodded, giving Ji Qinglin's cooking skills a big thumbs up. "To be honest, this is the first time I've had such delicious white porridge."

Seeing that Gu Beisheng liked to eat, Ji Qinglin was quite satisfied.

As a chef, the greatest happiness is to have the food you make recognized by others.

"Actually, these are all home-cooked dishes. There's no need to go into details about the cooking techniques." Ji Qinglin said as he drank his porridge, "You probably don't cook very often, do you?"

"I never cook!" Gu Beisheng replied without thinking.

"Then why are there so many dishes in your refrigerator?" Ji Qinglin was stunned for a moment and asked doubtfully, "You didn't prepare them for me, did you?"

Gu Beisheng: “???”

He suddenly remembered what he had told Secretary Wen yesterday, which was to make the house look like someone lived in it, but he didn't expect Secretary Wen to stuff all kinds of ingredients into the refrigerator.

I can’t cook, but my refrigerator is full of food. How do I explain this?

"Those ingredients are indeed prepared for you." Gu Beisheng put down the bowl and said calmly, "You said you would be responsible for three meals a day, so of course I will help you fulfill your promise."

Ji Qinglin rolled his eyes. "You wouldn't be ready so early, would you?"

"It's convenient for running errands." Gu Beisheng put the blame on the errand runner. Although this statement was full of loopholes, it should be possible to get away with it as long as no one looked into it too deeply.

"At first, I was skeptical about your cooking skills. But now, after eating the noodles and breakfast you made, I'm looking forward to it."

This is true.

He usually eats breakfast just to fill his stomach.

Now after drinking the porridge made by Ji Qinglin, I feel my stomach warm and I feel refreshed.

It was the first time he felt that breakfast could actually help people recharge.