Chapter 226

Nan Jin has a long body and a jade stand, her eyebrows slightly raised, her long, narrow eyes with a warm light, she lightly hooked her lips: "Give me the apron!"

"Yes, yes." Aunt Fu suppressed the surprise in her heart, and hurriedly went to the closet to get a clean dark blue plaid apron, handed it to her master, and asked with a smile, "Master, do you need me to help you?"

"No." Nan Jinshen put on an apron, waved everyone out of the kitchen, then folded up his sleeves gracefully, went to the refrigerator to get a few eggs, green onions and noodles, and went to the sauce room to get them With a sealed jar of beef bone miso soup, I started to get busy.

Boil water, boil a pot, and below—

A set of clean movements came down perfectly. Ten minutes later, Nan Jinshen put the cooked noodles into a bowl, sprinkled with chopped green onion, and laid on a poached egg. Then he admired his cooking skills with satisfaction, and floated the bowl himself. The fragrant scallion noodles were brought upstairs and placed on the table in the dining room on the second floor.

"Ayan, come out to eat!" Nan Jin's deep and magnetic voice sounded in the room.

Su Yuyan happened to be a little hungry. She heard her husband's call, and immediately walked out of the bedroom wearing pajamas and slippers, her long fluffy hair was slightly raised, and she looked quite cute.

Nan Jin took a deep look at the woman who was covering her mouth with her hand and yawning, smiled with her lips hooked, and walked over to grab her little hand, her voice was calm, but she could tell that he was in a good mood: "Come here, eat noodle"

"Okay, husband, let me taste your craftsmanship." Su Yuyan happily sat down at the dining table, excitedly held up a whole bowl of noodles with both hands, put it in front of her nose and sniffed slightly, um, smell good!

Nan Jinshen was sitting opposite Su Yuyan. He smiled and looked at his wife at the dining table. In his cold and domineering eyes, there was a hint of shyness. After all, this was his second time cooking.

The last time I cooked was many years ago, half a month before my mother's birthday, in order to surprise my mother. Every night in the dead of night, he would secretly carry his servants behind his back, and follow the recipes in the kitchen to make a bowl of birthday noodles.

After failing again and again, and redoing it again and again, finally on the day of his mother's birthday, he brought the longevity noodles he cooked with his own hands to celebrate his mother's birthday. They were a family of three that day, warmly reunited. Father bought a lot of flowers, mother cooked a lot of vegetables, and he cooked longevity noodles. They blew birthday candles together, sang together, talked and laughed together, and had a wonderful birthday.

Nan Jinshen was moved by this beautiful memory, and his eyes showed a look of happiness that he had not seen for a long time. He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, and the button on the top shirt was slightly unbuttoned, revealing a delicate Adam's apple.

The tall and straight figure is like a walking clothes hanger, coupled with the indifferent and noble aura, it makes people look at it for ten thousand years.

He exuded an unattainable air of coolness and nobility. He picked up the chopsticks with his slender fingers, vigorously mixed the scallion noodles in the bowl with his wife, and poured a cup of soy milk in front of his wife, dotingly said. : "Try it, how does it taste?"

"Yeah" Su Yuyan looked at the distinct noodles and the beautiful green onion in the bowl, she smiled, picked up the chopsticks in one hand, picked up the long noodles, and ate it in a big mouth.

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Su Yuyan tasted it well, it was simply... It was so delicious, fragrant, and the noodles were chewy. When I tasted it carefully, there was a faint taste of beef bone soup. I'll go, it's delicious too!