The scallion oil noodles are simple to make, but just like the lard rice, they are extremely fragrant.

In fact, Wolf Yu has a little secret that others don't know, that is, he doesn't like to eat green onions.

But at this moment, in the face of fragrant scallion oil noodles, he is very appetizing.

The green onions are fried until they are golden brown and crispy, without the strangely sweet taste of stir-frying.

In the past, Wolf Yu didn't eat coriander, but now he is almost a lover of coriander, and I don't know when he suddenly got the delicacy of coriander.

However, Wolf Yu felt that it would probably be impossible for him to reconcile with the onion in his life.

It just so happens that Di Mu doesn't like to eat green onions very much, but he always feels a little less flavorful when he stir-fries without green onions, so when the two of them are at home, they cut green onions.

Di Mu very thoughtfully put Wolf Yu directly on the dining table, and also took out a small apron specially made for him.

The little apron was specially made for him by Di Mu when Wolf Yu first turned into a little wolf cub, otherwise if Wolf Yu's fluffy and clean wolf hair was stained with oil everywhere, Di Mu would probably have a headache for a while.

"I just said last time you threw it away, why didn't you throw it away." Wolf Yu stared at the small apron on his chest.

"What a waste to throw it away. Besides, fortunately I didn't throw it away, isn't this just the right use? Di Mu didn't raise his head and replied, how perfunctory the tone was, after all, she watched others train all morning today, and now she is really hungry.

Hearing his daughter-in-law's words, Wolf Yu was a little aggrieved: "But last time you accidentally burned a small hole in my little apron with fire, you said you wanted to make it up for me, but now it hasn't been mended, it's all broken!" ”

Di Mu's head was buried even lower, as if he hadn't heard Wolf Yu's words.

After a long time, she slowly continued: "I'll make you a new one next time." ”

Wolf Yu: ......

It's not that it's a question of whether it's new or not, this can also be used. Originally, Wolf Yu didn't think that this kind of sewing work had to be done by Di Mu, let alone something he could do. At that time, Di Mufei said that she could, and she wanted to show a hand to Wolf Yu, so Wolf Yu didn't take the initiative to sew.

What Di Mu is even more desperate is that she was afraid that Wolf Yu would not trust her craftsmanship and would rush to sew, so she directly hid the small apron in the innermost seam of the wardrobe with a stroke of her brain.

This time Wolf Yu really couldn't find it, but in the same way, Di Mu also forgot its existence gorgeously.

If she hadn't had a good memory this time, she might not have been able to find it.

For a moment, the table fell silent.

Di Mu flexibly manipulated the chopsticks to pick up a mouthful of noodles, blew lightly and put it in his mouth.

Next to her, the wolf on the table used a plate. Because its little wolf paws with thick meat pads can't hold chopsticks, it can only bury its little fluffy head in the plate, which is really called "burying your head in hard work".

"Do you still want to teach military physical boxing in the afternoon training?" Wolf Yu had nothing to say.

However, he reminded Di Mu with this sentence: "I will go to see them by myself in the afternoon, you are at home." ”

"Why?" The little wolf cub suddenly froze there as if it were stuck.

"Why didn't you take me with you? Do you think I'm holding on to it? ”

Before Di Mu could reply, Wolf Yu continued: "As a qualified wife, you should follow the principle of 'marrying a chicken and marrying a dog with a dog'. Even if I'm a little heavier now, you can't dislike me. ”

Di Mu looked at Wolf Yu a little speechlessly: You say, you continue. I'll just watch you perform.