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studied the tomato scrambled eggs for an hour in the kitchen, ruining the butler and the chef. It was so painful that they wished they were dead.

Cen Jiawen was displeased and glared at the red tomato, "Little darling, why are you so disobedient? Do you not want to be eaten? "Well, be good."

The maids standing outside the door looked at each other in dismay. Each of them had an indescribably wonderful expression on their faces. They were all holding back their smiles.

Cen Jiawen cut the food into pieces and started cooking under the guidance of the chef. This time, she finally grew a snack and knew that she had to pour some oil, but the eggs were still beat so hard that she stumbled on them. Not only that, due to her poor technique, the egg couldn't possibly be complete. However, she had to make it complete. If it wasn't, she would just pour it out and make it again.

This was quite a worry for the steward and the cook.

The butler sneaked out once and pulled a maid to his side. He whispered to her, "Go and buy fifty more eggs."

Looking at his posture, he knew that the eggs would be lost soon.

Cen Jiawen suddenly said: "Go buy another five hundred eggs."

Everyone: "..."

The steward pursed his lips in melancholy. How could his young mistress' ears be so good?

After making that egg for a long time, Cen Jiawen finally gave up. It was also one of his good qualities not to continue seeking abuse.

However, when the tomatoes were poured into the wok, they splashed a bit of oil. This was a very normal phenomenon, but it actually scared Cen Jiawen so much that she retreated a few steps back.

It was as if there was a flood of ferocious beasts in front of him.

The chef could not hold it in anymore. He laughed, but the Miss Cen did not care as she focused all her attention on the "battlefield", sighing and expressing her opinion, "I have always felt that my Mummy can cook very magical, but I only found out today that it was indeed magical."

This time, even the butler could not help but laugh.

Boiling the porridge was the easiest thing for Cen Jiawen to do, because there was no need for the technique to cook. She only needed to put rice and water into the pure rice porridge. Furthermore, there was a strategist on the side. If she could grasp the timing well, then naturally, the taste wouldn't be bad.

By the time she was done, it was already dark outside.

Huo Runhan still did not come down. Cen Jiawen could not help but think, could he really be an iron man? He could work like this even if he did not eat for a day. She suspected even more that with his way of life, it was a blessing to have such a good body.

She then placed all the fried tomatoes, scrambled eggs, rice, rice porridge and fried eggs onto the plate and went upstairs in satisfaction. Seeing the results of her two hours of hard work, Miss Cen expressed her satisfaction.

It was unknown who Huo Runhan was talking to on the phone, but his tone was very bad. Cen Jiawen placed the dining tray on the tea table outside, then went forward to take a peek. The fierceness and ruthlessness on the man's face truly scared her.

It was rumored that Huo Runhan had always been an iron hand in the market. On the surface, he looked gentle and reserved, but deep down, he was actually a ruthless character who ate people without spitting out their bones. After interacting with him for so long, Cen Jiawen knew that he was the one who called the winds and rain upon him, and he was even more wild and untamed. He had his bottom line, and his rules for dealing with the world;

Huo Runhan quickly found Cen Jiawen at the door. He frowned, and only said "Alright then" and hung up. Then, his face changed to that of a June sky, suddenly changing from dark clouds to a devilishly handsome face.

"You can bear to come back?" he asked.

Miss Cen swaggered over and sat on the table in the study, looking down at him from above. "Can I not come back when you're at home?"

Really, she hadn't said that she wouldn't come back yet. Her mother was rushing her back to serve this old man.

Huo Runhan was startled, obviously, he saw this as some other meaning.

He reached out his hand to grab hold of Cen Jiawen's waist, but Miss Cen was not on guard for a while, and fell into his embrace in a sorry state. Before he could adjust his posture, he was violently kissed.

"Hey …" She didn't even have a chance to say a word.

Huo Runhan kissed with force, and her hands became irregular as she did so. Ever since Cen Jiawen married him, he had been feeling a sense of crisis more and more severe every day. She could easily tell with a single movement just what he wanted to do.

"Let, let, ah, let us eat first?" Under his crazy attacks, Cen Jiawen seized this opportunity to finally say a complete sentence.

Huo Runhan kissed her again, not knowing what to say. The woman's red lips were even more beautiful after his baptism, causing him to feel an unbearable itch in his heart. But Miss Cen was determined to cause trouble even if he died, so he had no choice but to carry her and prepare to eat downstairs.

However, the moment he stepped outside, his black eyes caught sight of the dining plates on the tea table.

Cen Jiawen struggled to get down, but the man placed her on the sofa. Huo Runhan looked at the strange dishes, then looked at the woman beside him, and finally asked: "Did you buy it?"

Miss Cen rolled her eyes very impolitely, "Whose family can buy such beautiful dishes!"

Huo Runhan was quiet. Indeed, those who cooked fast food restaurants outside would not be able to cook such dishes...

"That is …" He, who was usually quick to react, also paused for a moment. In fact, he vaguely knew the answer in his heart, but he wasn't too sure.

"I did it." Cen Jiawen spoke with pride, as if she could conquer the entire earth with a single meal.

As expected, Huo Runhan was stunned and did not say anything for a long time. Seeing his expression, Cen Jiawen thought that he was looking down on her work and became angry from embarrassment. She stood up and was about to carry the plate away when she was stopped by a man in the next second.

After another deep kiss, Huo Runhan explained with a low smile: "Jiuwen, don't misunderstand me. I just didn't think that there would be a day when you would be willing to cook soup for me with your hands."

Cen Jiawen was slightly absent-minded. She patted him on the chest, his gaze dodging and becoming a little shy, "Scram, look at what you're saying. I'm your wife now, isn't it right to cook a meal for you?

The man's gaze became deeper, and the smile on his lips became even wider. His eyes seemed to be filled with a thousand years of intoxicating charm. It was so captivating.

"Yes, of course, of course."