Then get up, I've got breakfast for you. ”

Su Yayan's movements slammed, and her eyes widened in surprise: "You prepared breakfast for me?" ”

"Hmm."

"You made it yourself?"

The tips of Huo Chenhuan's ears were slightly red, and the little daughter-in-law responded like a child: "Hmm." ”

Su Yayan blinked, surprised and dazed: "Did you do something to be sorry for me?" ”

The expression on Huo Chenhuan's face froze suddenly: "Why do you ask that?" ”

Su Yayan stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around his neck, and the whole person hung on him: "If you hadn't done something sorry for me, why would you suddenly cook breakfast for me yourself?" ”

You know, someone didn't even know how to wash rice before this!

"I didn't do anything to be sorry for you." Huo Chenhuan hugged Su Yayan's waist back, "I just suddenly want to make something for you to eat." "Coax you to be happy.

"Really?"

"Hmm."

Su Yayan glanced at him deeply, took the initiative to lean over and kiss him, and didn't ask again.

After washing up as quickly as possible, Su Yayan ran downstairs with great interest, wanting to see what breakfast Huo Chenhuan had personally cooked.

Huo Chenhuan's breakfast was actually very simple, he fried a poached egg that was not like a poached egg, and then gave the raviolis that had been wrapped in the refrigerator early under the command of the chef at home.

Rao is like this, Su Yayan still feels particularly surprised.

"Looks good." Su Yayan looked at the eggs that were obviously fried on the plate and looked oily, and praised them without hesitation.

It's not easy to have this performance in the first cooking, at least not the frying.

If Huo Chenhuan knew what Su Yayan was thinking, he was afraid that the tips of his ears would be red with embarrassment.

It's not that he didn't fry the eggs, but after wasting a lot of eggs, with the help of a few chefs who made a fuss, he finally fried something he could handle.

Fried eggs are not particularly difficult, but it is still difficult for novices like Huo Chenhuan to fry a beautiful poached egg.

Su Yayan didn't have much hope, and took a bite of the egg under Huo Chenhuan's implied expectant gaze.

The eggs are indeed a little old, but they can still be eaten, that is...... Ahem, I put a little too much salt and it tastes a little salty.

Su Yayan swallowed the egg, forcibly suppressed the urge to drink water immediately, and encouraged: "It's delicious!" It's good to be able to do this the first time. Maybe do it a few more times, and our chef can change it for you in the future. ”

Huo Chenhuan didn't hear the comfort and exaggeration in Su Ya's words, his eyes lit up slightly, and he said solemnly: "If you like it, I will practice more and make it for you every day in the future." ”

“…… That's not necessary, you're so busy every day, it's going to be tiring to do this again, just leave it to a few of them. ”

"As long as you like, I don't feel tired."

"......" Forget it, this little taste of the dead will be eaten even if you cry!

Sitting across the dinner table, stunned and looking at his own nephew who was greasy and crooked with his daughter-in-law like a little daughter-in-law, the corners of Zheng Qianyang's mouth twitched slightly, and he inexplicably felt that he was a little redundant here!

The eggs are fried too salty, the wontons are actually not cooked very well, several are broken, the skin is returned to the skin, the filling is the filling, the soup is not condimented or salted, it is very light.

Su Yayan eats a mouthful of eggs and drinks a mouthful of wonton soup.

Thinking a little bitterly, fortunately Huo Chenhuan didn't boil the wonton soup as salty as eggs.

This salty and light is just neutralized, which can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune.