Chapter 182: "My first stew was for women."

He squinted his lips, and his knife-like face was filled with a smile.
Song worries came over and sat down on the stool.
She glanced at the soup in the jar, then lifted it and looked at Gu Yu. "For no reason, give me a stew?"
Gu Yu sat down opposite her.
Telling the truth, he is the first time to cook a soup for women.
So directly asked, Gu Yu is embarrassed to say what he said.
He looked at Song Wushou coolly: "Drink it for you, ask so much to do?"
"The weasel gives the chicken a New Year's greeting, and is uneasy." Song has no worries.
The original owner married him for three years, and he did not give the original owner a glass of boiled water.
"You are not a chicken, I am not a weasel." Gu Yu said with a sigh of relief, his face was dark and not wanting.
"..." Is she a metaphor?
Gu Yu pointed to the can of soup with his chin and said: "Chrysanthemum black chicken soup."
"..." Song Wushou looked suspiciously at the can soup, is it delicious?
"I have checked Baidu, saying that women with cold hands and feet drink this soup." After that, Gu Yu coveted and concealed the embarrassment.
Song has no worries, and his heart is slightly stunned.
Because her hands and feet are cold, he deliberately stewed for her?
Song Wushou blinked, and his clear eyes were extraordinarily clear and dark under the light.
She looked at Gu Yu with a slight smile. "You have been completely fascinated by me."
Gu Yu’s ear is red, and she swears:
Is it not normal for my husband to be fascinated by his wife? Don’t drink too!

Song Wuxi bowed his head and took a sip.
The eyebrows are wrinkled and hard to drink!
When Gu Yu saw it, the narrow phoenix looked at her with a little expectation. The voice was low: "How? What is the taste?"
Song worries and looks up, watching him flash like a star-like scorpion in the night, she wanted to blow him, suddenly stuck in the throat.
Inexplicably opening: "The taste is good, if you put a few pieces of ginger, it will taste better."
"Ginger?" Gu Yu will not make soup.
Looking at his embarrassed look, Song Wuxi asked with a smile: "You don't know if stewed chicken soup puts slices better?"
"I don't know." Gu Yu shook his head and licked the Philip's perfect lips. "This is my first stew."
Song Wu worry action.
"I used to stew the soup for the first time." Gu Yu looked at Song without worry.
"..."
Song’s worry-free heart is somewhat complicated.
She looked at Gu Yu quietly, and his outline was very clear under the light.
Such as a carved face, earnestly, more handsome.
Deep in the eyes of the deep pool, like a suction, a little careless, will be sucked in.
No!
Song Wu worry quickly bowed his head and ate soup if nothing had happened.
She said that she can't be tempted by him!
She must suppress the crazy love of the original owner, and definitely can't let it roll out again!
In the past life, the man she loves can marry her wife.
In this life, the man she loves can have a very small three.
After two years of injury, she does not want to let herself hurt.
Drinking bit by bit, after a while, I drank half a can.
It’s not so good to drink, Song can’t drink any more.
She put down the spoon, pulled a paper towel from the table, and gracefully wiped the soup stains on her lips.
Upon seeing, Gu Yu asked: "Don't drink?"
"Can't drink."
Gu Yu looked at the soup pot and screwed his eyebrows: "There are so many."
"When you cook it next time, remember not to put too much water."
"Yeah." Gu Yu was so awkward.