Now watching them play football, Han Xuezi wants to scold her mother!

It was really not like this before, no matter how unbearable the national football team was, it was impossible for her to spew out a series of obscene words such as bastards and stupid like now, to damage her noble image as a female president, and she wanted to drop the TV.

"it all down, second goods!"

Just when Mr. Han picked up the remote control and was about to turn off the TV, the living room door was pushed open, and someone exaggerated and said: "Ah, you are too immoral, right? The rain is so heavy, I braved the heavy rain to go to the street to buy vegetables in order to let you eat better, but you want me to die!"

Hey, why did the national football team suddenly play smoothly?

Tsk, look at that No. 5, how chic and timely the tackle is?

Yes, yes, that's how you have to kick!

Knock down all those people in the country who haven't even solved the problem of eating, and who are forced to play football here......

Miss Ben's mood suddenly brightened, and she wanted to jump into the TV and kick the opposing player with her foot, but her face was still silent, she didn't say a word, put down the remote control she picked up and looked sideways at the door.

Wang Fugui was soaked all over, carrying several plastic bags in both hands, which contained vegetables, pork condiments, and a plastic bag under his left arm, with fresh snow bracken coming out.

It turned out that he went to buy groceries and didn't sneak away.

Han Xuezi's eyebrows raised slightly, and said lightly: "I didn't scold you just now, I was scolding these kickers." ”

"Oh, I'll just say you're not a person without a conscience.

Scold, you continue to scold, by the way, also help me scold, I'm going to cook.

Well, you're lucky today, I actually saw some delicious wild vegetables on the side of the road home-snow bracken.

It's a good thing, green organic food, crack an egg and fry it in a pan, the taste will make your mouth water. ”

Wang Fugui changed his shoes, glanced at Han Xuezi's high heels when he walked towards the kitchen, and carried them to the sofa by the way, muttering: "Please take care of the fruits of other people's labor in the future, don't throw your shoes blindly, not only are they unsightly, but they will also stain the ground." ”

Only then did Han Xuezi realize that she had lived here for more than a year, and the floor that she had only mopped with a mop when she gave Wang Fugui the whole house that night was much brighter than when she went to work in the morning.

Of course, she won't admit that she is lazy, and her mouth pouts slightly: "Cut, is this my family?

Wang Fugui ignored her.

It is impossible for a really intelligent man to argue with a woman in such a matter, and give them a number of reasons why they will not value the labor of others.

It's better to save some effort, and make something delicious to eat for yourself is the right thing, in other words, Mr. Wang is a carnivorous animal, and the light dishes that Han Xuezi likes to eat the most, no matter how much you eat, will disappear into organic fertilizer after an hour.

Of course, Wang Fugui has not yet reached the point where it is going to rain before he goes to the street to buy vegetables, he pinched Han Xuezi's point from work, and then went out, and after buying vegetables, he sat in the car and waited for Han Xuezi to go home from work.

No matter what he had to say about Han Xuezi, he had to protect her secretly at all times......

There's no way, if this Han Xuezi really has a mistake, he can't explain it to his mother.

After Han Xuezi's car drove safely into the yard, Wang Fugui was in the mood to look at the rain scene, and saw that the mound of soil next to him was covered with snow bracken.

Humming the drunken butterfly, Wang Fugui quickly pulled out the wild vegetables, and couldn't stop swallowing saliva.

He always believed that cooking was actually like going on the battlefield, and it was worth treating it wholeheartedly as an art.

Strictly speaking, cooking is more important than going to war.

Only those big men who are stubborn and self-serving will regard cooking as a trivial matter that damages the tall and mighty image of men, how can they possibly experience the incomparably proud sense of accomplishment in their hearts when they make a good meal in person?

Let Han Xuezi do it?

Damn, don't coax people to play, who would expect the woman in the kitchen to make any delicious meals, it must be the head clamped to the door, or it was trampled by ants.

"Do you want me to help you?"

Hearing Han Xuezi's voice, when it sounded outside the kitchen door, Wang Fugui, who was squatting on the ground and sorting out the dishes, turned his head and saw a pair of snow-white little feet, worn in brown slippers, which was very tempting, and then reached out and patted his thigh sharply: "Oops, I forgot one thing!"

"Forgot something?"

Han Xuezi was taken aback by the babbling Wang Fugui, and hurriedly asked with concern.

"I forgot to bring two pig's feet and paws back. Big roast pork kick fried egg in oil, small fried shrimp and vinegared chicken, that must be very delicious...... Hey, what are you nervous about, why are you hitting me with your shoes?"

Wang Fugui's head was tilted, and the shoe that was smashed by Han Xuezi hit him on the shoulder, grabbed it casually and smashed it back, scolding: "If you don't want to eat, you just say in the morning, it stinks, you haven't washed your feet for a few days......?"

Han Xuezi turned sideways and let go of the smashed slippers, sneered and jumped on one foot, like a kangaroo, and jumped to the sofa and sat down.

If it weren't for the fact that he could cook, she wouldn't have just left it at it, who let him look directly at her cute little feet and say that the pig's feet were claws, I really thought that Mr. Han was so bad that he couldn't hear him pointing at Sang and scolding Huai?

"What kind of pig's feet and claws can be so white and tender?"

Han Xuezi thought about it, got up from the sofa and walked up the stairs stupidly.

Han Xuezi didn't want to give this guy her tofu anymore, she had to wear socks, and she had to wear that kind of cotton socks.

When Mr. Han took a shower, sat on the bed with a laptop and finished thinking about a certain plan of the company, and changed into a comfortable casual suit and walked down, Wang Fugui also set the dinner on the table.

A large plate of roasted pork with snow pickles, rice, half a pot of bone broth that can kill a dog exudes a fragrant smell, plus a plate of sweet and sour lotus root slices cut into very cow skin.

"Boss Han, can you look at the dinner made by the little one?"

Wang Fugui, who must have eaten a few pieces of roast pork with snow bracken, wiped a handful of oily lips, and helped her pull away the chair very flatteringly.

"That's it, it's going to be done. ”

Han Xuezi sat down gently, she wondered how she could calmly accept this guy's attentive service, and she would have such a clear conscience.

Don't forget that we just ate together this morning, and we almost killed someone last night......

Wang Fugui didn't expect Han Xuezi to praise him twice, and asked with a flattering smile: "Do you want something to drink?"

Han Xuezi agreed, drank some red wine at dinner, I heard that this thing can be beautiful, but it is estimated that this is all nonsense from those restaurants, in order to coax women to get used to drinking, they must also drink red wine as a commercial promotion method.

When Wang Fugui went to get the wine, the light went out steeply, and the darkness surrounded Han Xuezi in an instant.