C318 My Wife Is Cooking
C318 My Wife Is Cooking
How could she not know anything about cooking? She simply had a grudge with cooking and was not compatible with it.
"Brother, you should think of a way. When it is brought out later, let's see how you are going to trick sister-in-law to give up on cooking."
Otherwise, their kitchen would be in trouble in the future.
Fenng Moye cast a sidelong glance at Fenng Yanfei. His gaze seemed to be somewhat sharp, which made Fenng Yanfei's heart tremble.
"My wife, as long as she is interested in cooking, I can rebuild the kitchen after the kitchen is blown up. If not, I can build a few more."
Fenng Yanfei wanted to roll her eyes, but she immediately gave Fenng Moye a thumbs up in admiration.
"Brother, you are really pampering your wife like a devil. Sister-in-law, even if you want the moon in the sky, you will think of a way to take it off."
"That's right." Fenng Moye admitted frankly.
Fenng Yanfei,... ""
Sure enough, she did not understand her brother's matter, but sister-in-law was really happy.
She turned around and went upstairs very consciously.
Fenng Moye returned to the study room and continued to deal with the unfinished business. At the same time, he also waited for his wife to make a caring dinner for him.
When Chung Rann carried the dishes out, she looked at these dishes and suddenly felt somewhat helpless.
She had always thought that she was very smart. If she were to cook, it should not be a problem. Who knew that it would take a lot of effort to cook.
She almost gave up halfway. If it wasn't for her character not being the kind of person who would give up halfway, Fenng Moye would probably be disappointed.
But to make it like this, whether she lost or not didn't seem to make much of a difference.
The maid looked at the dark plate and could not help but have a headache. She had already followed her steps and handed it to Chung Rann, but it did not seem to fit her expectations.
She saw that Chung Rann seemed to be a little disappointed. After all, she was the person in the heart of the Eldest Young Master and her position was also different from before. She naturally had to treat her well.
"That Young Madam, it's fine. We just have to work harder in the future."
"En, you go and call the Eldest Young Master down."
At this time, she guessed that Fenng Moye should have returned as well.
No matter what, he had already made it. Why not just give it a try?
"Okay." The maid braced herself and went up.
After a while, Fenng Moye came down and Chung Rann walked up to him.
"It's done, but it shouldn't taste good. You can make do with it."
She would study it again next time.
Fenng Moye rubbed Chung Rann's head. His eyes were full of tenderness and love.
"As long as it's done by my wife, I like it."
After all, letting Chung Rann cook for him was already out of his expectations. How could he dare to have other requests?
Chung Rann smiled stiffly, "Sorry, I have never cooked for other people. In the past, it was Grandma who made it for me to eat. Ever since Grandma passed away, I have always been eating outside."
Furthermore, her usual focus was on work and she did not have much time to spend on such trivial matters like cooking.
"It's alright. My husband is already very content that my wife can cook for me. This is my wife's first time..."
When Fenng Moye said this, the servants who were arranging the bowls and chopsticks could not help but laugh. It's okay. My wife can cook for me. My husband is already very satisfied. This is my wife's first time...
Chung Rann also noticed that there was a trace of shyness.
She reminded Fenng Moye in a low voice, "Can you show the demeanor of your eldest young master? You see, the servants are all laughing at you."
If he said those words, it would easily make people misunderstand.
However, Fenng Moye did not feel embarrassed at all. Instead, he proudly put his arm around Chung Rann's shoulder. The corners of his brows and eyes were full of smiles.
"I spoil my own wife in my own home. What's there to be embarrassed about?"
When Chung Rann heard this, her heart felt as if it had honey on it.
She pointed at the dishes in front of her. "Then you should try it first. Don't talk big now. I'm afraid you won't be able to eat it in a while."
She did not have the courage to try it herself.
Fenng Moye had made a solemn vow at the beginning. He had already mentally prepared himself. Even if he really could not eat it, she could not waste her good intentions.
He picked up the chopsticks and prepared to be the first person to try it. He had just put a piece of meat in and frowned.
Chung Rann tilted her head and looked at him. "What's wrong?"
Fenng Moye looked at his wife's pair of eyes that were full of expectation and sparkling. He could not bear to hurt her. Otherwise, what would he do if his wife did not cook for him in the future?
He forced a smile. "No problem. It's very delicious. It might not look good, but the taste is still very good."
It was just a little hard, a little salty, and a little sticky.
Chung Rann was the one who could sense the subtle movements of others. At this moment, Fenng Moye's facial muscles twitched.
She took the chopsticks from Fenng Moye's hands. "Don't force yourself. Even I can tell that it's not delicious."
Fenng Moye was stunned for a moment and immediately snatched the chopsticks back.
"Who told you that it doesn't taste good? I think it tastes good."
As he spoke, he sat down and started to eat. He looked like he still had a lot of appetite. The maids beside him looked like they did not know what to say.
Fenng Moye suddenly handed the bowl over. "Mrs Zhang, go and get me a bowl of rice."
"Eldest Young Master..."
"Hurry up and go. My company has been busy all day, and I'm hungry."
Fenng Moye couldn't help but urge.
Mrs Zhang did not dare to stay any longer. She hurriedly took Fenng Moye's bowl and turned around to prepare the rice for him.
Chung Rann saw that Fenng Moye didn't want her to work for nothing in order to make her happy. It clearly wasn't good, but he still forced her.
This man... was usually so smart and wise. She believed that if he was willing, he would definitely find an excuse to brush her off.
Actually, she was not the kind of unreasonable person, because she did not taste good.
She picked up the chopsticks and was about to pick them up when Fenng Moye suddenly grabbed her hand.
"Don't fight with me, it's just this little."
"I'll just have a taste."
At least she knew what the taste was. Even if it tasted bad, she had to know how bad it tasted.
However, Fenng Moye's attitude seemed to be very firm. "No, you can't eat it. If you eat more, I will eat less."
"What kind of logic is this? Fenng Moye, I only allow you to come out and not eat it. If you don't let me eat it, that's fine too. Then both of us shouldn't eat it."
After saying that, Chung Rann prepared to directly carry the plate.
Fenng Moye hurriedly reached out and pressed her arm. "Don't, don't, don't. It was not easy for my wife to make it. How can I throw it away?"
Chung Rann took the opportunity to pick up the chopsticks and quickly picked one up and put it into her mouth. Just as she put it in, she hurriedly spat it out.
"It's so salty."
Mrs Zhang who was beside sighed, "Madam, I told you before to put less salt in."
It was good now.
Chung Rann turned her head and had a strange look. "You... When did you tell me to put less salt on me?"
Did she not hear that?
Mrs Zhang had a helpless look, "Why don't I make more for you guys. Anyway, it is almost time for dinner."
"No..."
The two of them said, "Let's do it."
Fenng Moye was about to say no when Chung Rann interrupted him. She turned her head and said to him.
"Hubby, let's eat some fruit first."
He also took the opportunity to remove the salty taste. Otherwise, he would really die.
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