Dong Wenfeng was also a little upset about Murong's pain, he naturally didn't blame anymore, he poured a glass of water, and then Tong Wan'er had already taken the medicine box, Dong Wenfeng carefully picked out two kinds of pills that could be treated, and said softly: "Come, wife, quickly eat all these pills, you must have not eaten breakfast in the morning, I will cook a bowl of noodles for you to taste later." ”

Dong Wenfeng helped Murong sit up, and after watching her slowly swallow all the pills, he was relieved to let Song Xiaoyun and Tong Wan'er continue to take care of her.

When he came to the barbecue, he found some light paprika and vinegar inside, both of which Murong loved very much. Dong Wenfeng first fried two golden poached eggs, and then made steaming white noodles for one night, and put all these ingredients in it, which was enough for Dong Wenfeng to make himself fat and water.

A thick fragrance made Murong, who was a little unconscious, open his eyes, and it turned out that Dong Wenfeng came over with steaming egg noodle soup.

Murong has never eaten anything that Dong Wenfeng has cooked, according to a girl's imagination, going to the hall and going down to the kitchen is basically to describe the animal of women, and men basically revolve around this animal. In Murong's thinking, he is a strategic businessman and an intelligent martial artist, and she basically doesn't believe that Dong Wenfeng is involved in a chef's profession.

One can imagine how reluctant Murong was to Dong Wenfeng's bowl of egg noodle soup!

But in order not to let her husband lose face in front of these women and women, Murong decided to give him a little face.

"Wife, eat this bowl of egg noodle soup quickly!" Dong Wenfeng seemed to be very confident in his cooking skills, and at this moment, he counted how many flavors there were in it.

Murong thought to herself: It's over, my husband shouldn't know how to cook noodles, so he poured all the seasonings into it! It looks like a hodgepodge, but it's actually a bowl of poison.

Murong was a little reluctant to eat, and couldn't help but ask, "Husband, have you cooked noodles before?"

Dong Wenfeng shook his head, touched the back of his head with some embarrassment, smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and said in his mouth: "No, it's the first time I've cooked it for others!

Murong was completely cold, but he didn't expect Dong Wenfeng's purpose to experiment with himself. However, it is really hard enough to watch Dong Wenfeng holding this bowl of noodles all the time, and this bowl of noodles is fragrant, I am afraid that it is not too unpalatable, and these two poached eggs seem to have an appetite, Murong was entangled again and again, and finally decided to take a bite, so he should give Dong Wenfeng a face.

Murong picked up a poached egg with chopsticks and bit it gently, the fragrant juice entered her mouth, she was a little stunned, her eyes closed as if a top gourmand was tasting Michelin ingredients, as if she was appreciating a work rather than tasting a food.

I didn't expect Dong Wenfeng's bowl of egg noodle soup to be so beautiful, is he really a kitchen god?

Murong really didn't exaggerate, when Dong Wenfeng was injured and demobilized in the army, he met an old chef in logistics, and he often went to the old chef to water vegetables and fertilize when he was idle, but the people in the army recognized him as the cooking squad as soon as they saw Dong Wenfeng, not the special forces of the command battalion.

Dong Wenfeng has been familiar with all the teammates in the cooking class back and forth, and naturally the meal can take a little priority, and it is even more fortunate that it is also

I got the secret of the old chef himself.

In just three months of hard work, Dong Wenfeng's cooking skills have developed by leaps and bounds, but he has no worries about food and clothing, so he doesn't need to cook, so naturally no one knows how his cooking skills are.

"Husband, this... It's really... Great... Eaten... Are you sure it's you... Did you make it yourself?" Murong's mouth was already stuffed with a whole poached egg, but this eating appearance was enough to prove that Dong Wenfeng's cooking skills were still amazing.

"Of course, this is true, otherwise I can't come up with a trick out of thin air, you better eat slowly! Be careful of choking..."Dong Wenfeng said with some reminders, he was really a little worried about Murong's eating appearance.

"Yes, Sister Murong, Brother Wen Feng is right, eat slowly, don't choke, we won't rob you. Song Xiaoyun looked at Murong's delicate face, but there were a few more drops of soup, and she couldn't help but remind.

"Is it really so delicious?" Tong Wan'er leaned over and looked at Murong who was obsessed with this bowl of egg noodle soup, but she didn't expect that a bowl of egg noodle soup could be eaten with relish.

"Hmm!"

Murong didn't bother to answer, he only responded with one word, turned around and continued to drink the rest of the soup until he drank it cleanly.

Murong wiped the soup from his mouth with his hand, and then pulled Dong Wenfeng's arm with a girl's coquettish ability, shook it gently, and said in a pleading tone: "Brother Wenfeng, I want my little sister." ”

I, day, this little goblin really dares to say it, and I don't know how to pay attention to the occasion, if two people are together, they won't embarrass each other

, But there are two sisters next to him! Dong Wenfeng was almost suffocated to death, sure enough, Tong Wan'er and Song Xiaoyun had already heard the sound outside the strings, Tong Wan'er laughed with a grin, and Song Xiaoyun just blushed.

Murong also reacted, hurriedly waved his hand, and said, "I didn't mean that..."

"My good sister, I know that's what you mean, it seems that my husband must have been with you last night, knocking you out of dissatisfaction. Tong Wan'er was a little naughty and made a grimace at Murong.

"Wan'er, you actually dare to make fun of me..."After Murong finished speaking, she chased after Tong Wan'er, and she was playing on the lawn at the moment.

It seems that Murong has forgotten the temptation of egg noodle soup, Dong Wenfeng has lost Murong chattering here, but is much quieter.

At this moment, Dong Wenfeng and Song Xiaoyun can continue to sit together and eat barbecue quietly, but the charcoal fire is much smaller, and it is difficult to roast anymore.

"Yun'er, you really blame me, so that you didn't eat enough when you came out. Because it was Murong who suffered from heat stroke, but Dong Wenfeng was unwilling to shirk the responsibility on him, so he said that it was his own responsibility, and at this moment Dong Wenfeng was taking responsibility for himself.

"Brother Wenfeng, I don't blame you for this, and I have never eaten much, I have eaten a few skewers just now, and I haven't started to digest it yet!

"Yun'er, I see that you have been wearing this pleated skirt, and you rarely go shopping to buy clothes, so let's do it, tomorrow and Sunday, I will take you to Xia Qing Clothing City for a visit, you can choose a few suitable summer clothes." Dong Wenfeng spoke in a commanding tone, so that Song Xiaoyun couldn't refuse, so she had to nod lightly.