Ye Luo, who had been wandering around outside, came home and saw Feng Yu cooking dinner in the kitchen, and he got off work quite early today.

Changed his slippers and walked directly towards him, hearing his footsteps, Feng Yu turned to look at her, the man in the apron was so handsome.

"Where did you go today, why didn't you answer my phone call when I called you!"

Seeing that he was back, Feng Yu held a shovel in one hand, smiled, ran over, and kissed her on the forehead.

If it was Ye Luo from before, he would definitely push him away with a palm, and when his mother came like this today, she felt that every minute with him should be cherished.

Stretching out her arms and hugging his waist, under her nose was a warm breath that she was familiar with, she took a deep breath, raised her head to look, and opened a bright smile.

"I put my phone on silent, and when I got home, I realized that I'm really sorry, dear husband, for worrying you."

Feng Yu's body stiffened, feeling that she was hiding something with a bright smile, after so many years of getting along, her every word and smile and every move were well understood.

Pretending not to notice anything, he put one hand around her waist, brought her to the pot where she was boiling, and said with an inviting smile, "Wife, look, I cooked your favorite sweet and sour carp for you today." ”

"I don't have much appetite lately, I just want to eat something sour."

"Wife, you've always liked to eat sour, so you prefer to be jealous, hahahaha!"

Ye Luo stretched out his hand and twisted it around his waist, and with satisfaction heard his voice begging for mercy, he leaned his head on his chest and whispered, "How many years have we been together?" ”

"Why do you suddenly ask like that, anyway, it's good that you've been by my side all the time, do you still need to remember how many years together?" After Feng Yu decided to grow old with her, time was no longer important to him, just get tired of being together every day.

"You're almost thirty." Ye Luo sighed sincerely.

"Wife, do you think I'm old!" Feng Yu screamed in a bad way.

"How can you be old, you will always be a handsome eighteen-year-old."

Feng Yu was so moved that she was about to cry, and hugged her tightly in her arms, "Wife, you finally said that I am handsome, this is the first time you have heard you say that." ”

"My husband is already very handsome, but he always talks about it, which is not good."

"I thought you'd never say I was handsome in your life." Feng Yu looked aggrieved as a little daughter-in-law, "Is there something stimulated?" Today I actually said that I was handsome. ”

"I won't tell you."

Ye Luo raised his fist and hit him gently, he was actually very grateful to him in his heart, he had never let her into the kitchen over the years, even if he was busy, he would rush home to cook for her.

She knew that he didn't spoil himself so much because of his identity, if he was a penniless orphan, he would do the same to himself, because his feelings for her were sincere.

She is very happy to be pampered by him like this, but such happy days are coming to an end.

Feng Yu stuffed a piece of the cut cucumber into her and said, "You go out quickly, the kitchen is full of oil smoke, and it's not good for your skin." ”

also glanced at her, she has worked hard to feed her over the years, her face has become rounder, and her complexion has improved much, in a blink of an eye, they have been together for six or seven years!

"Then I'll go out first."