His hard work paid off, and he was satisfied.

Gu Ping'an was indeed hungry, she didn't eat anything in the morning, she didn't eat breakfast for fear of a blood test, she vomited up yesterday, her stomach was empty, and she was very uncomfortable.

"I remember you're not good at cooking, how did you practice good cooking?"

"Didn't someone say it just now, a little man in S City, how to marry a wife if he doesn't know how to cook, I have good cooking skills to marry a goddess."

Gu Ping'an's eyes were shining, "Am I your goddess?" ”

"No, Wang Zuxian is my goddess."

"......" Gu Ping'an snorted, "My male god is still Leslie Cheung." ”

"At least your male god and my goddess have played a Chinese ghost story, and they are a couple, wife, we taste the truth."

Gu Ping'an felt that there was no way to talk about it at all.

She finally realized that Mu Ling's mood when she first made it, but it didn't affect her good mood at all, this steak really pleased her, and she felt that she could be happy for a month.

"This mac and cheese is also very delicious, and it will be charred with a little more heat." Gu Ping'an said, "When did you start practicing cooking, to be honest." ”

Mu Ling didn't really want to recall the madness and embarrassment of that period of time, once a person got sick, he was really a little uncontrollable, Gu Ping'an asked, and recalled that memory again, he calmed down and said lightly, "For a while, I was sick and needed a little other thing to divert my attention, I cooked at home if I had nothing to do, my grandfather had tricky tastes, so I made all kinds of delicious food for him, and slowly learned, but I couldn't cook most of the dishes, and I did a few things well." ”

"What's wrong?"

"Sick is sick, just like you are now."

"Oh......"

"I'm blessed with this cooking." She didn't know that Mu Ling's craftsmanship had improved to such an extent, and when she thought about it, it wasn't right, "That time you cooked at my house, did you pretend?" ”

"I'm happy!"

"it!" Gu Ping'an said, "Then you can cook more in the future, and you will do what you are good at." ”

In terms of Chinese food, Mu Ling should not be very good at it, the Chinese food he cooked at her house last time was not very delicious, this Western food is really amazing, unexpected.

"You're asking me to cook all the time?"

"I'll do it too, you won't suffer, and the housework will be shared."

"Have you forgotten one thing, we have a cook, a housekeeper, and an aunt in our family."

"......" Gu Ping'an patted his head, "I did forget." ”

"You never thought we'd live with grandpa in the future?" If Ping'an refuses to live with his grandfather, how can he convince Ping'an, who is too old to live in such a big house.

"I never thought about marrying you so soon, how could I think of who I would live with in the future, I know and understand, I will live in a mansion with you in the future, so don't look at me with complicated eyes, okay? Engaged, I don't feel any realism yet. ”

"Oh, so, wife, how about you to feel a little real?"

Gu Ping'an solved a steak and began to pretend to be dead, "Ah, it's so supportive, this macaroni is so delicious, this steak is so delicious, husband, I still have to eat dinner." ”

"There's no food."