After Bai Xiaoqi's mouth, Fu Chenyi knew that he used to love housework, life, and everything about taking care of his wife.

When the Nth sound of dishes breaking came from the kitchen, Bai Xiaoqi decided to put on headphones and pretend not to hear it.

Let a domineering president who makes tens of millions of dollars in a few seconds cook in the kitchen, it seems, it seems, probably, maybe, she is a little inflated?

The fact is that she was really a little inflated, and by the time Fu Chen came out with a bowl of black rumbling soup, Bai Xiaoqi didn't know what words to use to describe it.

"Wife, come and taste the chicken soup I boiled and see if it tastes the same as before."

Bai Xiaoqi looked at this bowl of black rumbling stuff suspiciously, chicken soup? Could it be that she was hallucinating? Is chicken broth black now?

"What then? This color? ”

"Oh, I didn't find any salt, so I used some soy sauce."

Looking at the apron, there are still stains on his face, nervous and excited little eyes, and such an embarrassed appearance.

Bai Xiaoqi really couldn't say anything, and he was still a little moved.

"Oh, soy sauce is okay, it's okay."

It's just that...... Why does her soy sauce have a sour taste?

Bai Xiaoqi lowered his head and smelled it again, it really seemed to have a sour smell?

The taste of chicken soup is there, but this sour taste, this big brother uses vinegar as soy sauce, right?

What is this operation? He can't smell it?

"Drink quickly, I still have two dishes, I'll eat when they're fried."

Fu Chenyi excitedly returned to the kitchen with a spatula.

Bai Xiaoqi looked at this bowl of pre-dinner soup, what is it to drink? Or don't drink it?

Hey, she made her own sin, let's drink it.

She said that she wanted to spoil a man, how could she not be spoiled because of a bowl of soup?

Besides, isn't it just a bowl of soup? It's rare for someone like Fu Chenyi to be able to cook, let alone make love soup for himself.

Be content.

Hard-headed, Qiao Yu pinched his nose and drank it all.

After drinking it, I blinked my mouth, but it wasn't that bad.

The sour is a little sour, but this taste, there is a chicken smell, there is a sour taste, so I should drink a bowl of sour chicken soup, appetizing, yes, appetizing.

When you think about it, it seems easy to accept.

Seeing Bai Xiaoqi blinking his mouth, Fu Chenyi happily turned his head and returned to the kitchen.

It seems that his cooking skills are really good, a genius like him, even if it is the first time to cook, he can make people's fingers move.

As a result, he became more and more interested.

When the dishes are served, a plate of black rumbling things that claim to be diced lettuce and chicken, and the plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes that smell of mush, oh my god, are you sure you won't have a stomach ache if you eat them?

However, as long as he was interested in Shang Fu Chenyi, if Bai Xiaoqi wanted to refuse, he was really stuck in his throat.

Didn't see anyone sweating?

Don't see people with dirty faces?

Don't see people's hopeful little eyes?

Don't see the small appearance of people's invitations?

Well, all seen.

It was because she saw it that Bai Xiaoqi suddenly felt that she was really eaten to death by such a Fu Chenyi, and she couldn't say the slightest refusal.

Pampered, followed, otherwise what else could happen?

Those two words came to her mind.

"It looks okay, come on, eat!"

Fu Chenyi sat down happily, and even served Bai Xiaoqi vegetables diligently.

Looking at this full of dishes, I was so full, I was full before I ate it.

Hehe, this rice is half-cooked? This dish is so bitter, is this tomato scum? The eggs seem to be mushy.

It's a good cook, it's really good.

To be able to do this is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Is it delicious?"

"Well, it's delicious."

"If it's delicious, you can eat more, and I'll make it for you every day in the future."

Bai Xiaoqi held the chopsticks and paused, what? Every day?

Did she pit herself? Isn't it?