Chapter 633: My wife of this vase type

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Thinking of this, Gu Ninghuan raised his face and pulled out a tissue to wipe the tears off his face: "Since we have been together for three days, so in order to leave good memories during these three days, I decided to do it for you independently Three days of dinner, let you experience my virtue and virtue."
Fu Xi took a deep look and said, "No."
"Why not?" Gu Ninghuan stared at Fu Xishen with red eyes, his eyes puzzled.
Fu Xishen's thin lips pursed and glanced at her, and in the end he said nothing.
But soon, Gu Ninghuan knew what Fu Xishen's words meant.
In fact, she didn't cook much when she was at Gu's house, and she married Fu Xishen.
Fu Xishen's cooking skills are better than hers. There is never a shortage of servants in the villa, and Gu Ninghuan is even less.
Occasionally, the soup was cooked in order to please Fu Xishen, and she was accompanied by a maid who told her when to use the ingredients and how many seasonings to put.
But this time, Gu Ninghuan was determined to cook independently, and never let the maid help.
Gu Ninghuan walked into the kitchen and looked at the clean kitchen utensils wiped by the servant. He looked around and did not know how to start.
The servant stood next to Gu Ninghuan, watching her tentatively and asked, "Young lady, what are you doing?"
"What am I trying to do for Fu Xishen to eat, do he usually like to eat?" Gu Ninghuan asked.
She and Fu Xishen have been married for so long. At the meal, Gu Ninghuan always likes to eat what Fu Xishen eats.
Gu Ninghuan did not see Fu Xishen's favorite dishes, nor did he particularly hate them.
But now that Gu Ninghuan is cooking for Fu Xishen, he naturally wants to accommodate Fu Xishen in taste, instead of just making what he wants.
When the servant heard Gu Ninghuan asking this question, he thought of it seriously, "I don't seem to have anything that I particularly like to eat."
After that, the maid added another sentence: "It should be what the young lady likes, what the husband likes, so young lady, you should cook what you like to eat should be what the husband likes."
Gu Ninghuan listened and decided to follow the servant's words.
She feels that since she is not very skilled in cooking, she should not challenge any difficult dishes.
Just make a few simple foods. Gu Ninghuan thought about the dishes she wanted to make, and then reached out to open the refrigerator and take out the fresh ingredients.
The servant wanted to help Gu Ninghuan to wash the vegetables, but Gu Ninghuan refused.
Gu Ninghuan's washing and chopping process was still smooth. The maid always looked at her next to her. When she saw that Gu Ninghuan was okay, she was slightly relieved. It seems that Mrs. Young should cook of.
After Gu Ninghuan finished three dishes, two hours had passed, and the maid helped her put the dishes out on the table.
Gu Ninghuan satisfactorily looked at the dish in front of him with a good look, untied the waist apron and jogged up the stairs, and asked Fu Xishen to come down to dinner.
Fu Xishen followed her down and was a little surprised to see the dishes on the table that seemed edible.
Gu Ninghuan raised his hand and seated the man at the dining table, then picked up the chopsticks and stuffed it into his hands: "You try to see how it is, it is not worse than what you did."
Fu Xishen obediently picked up a green vegetable, put it in the mouth, swallowed calmly and said: "It tastes good."
Gu Ninghuan said that the exquisite little face instantly smiled: "Is it? I didn't expect that I would cook to a level that satisfies you if I don't cook a lot. I'm really amazing."
"Huh." Fu Xi replied deeply, agreeing with Gu Ninghuan's words.
Gu Ninghuan watched Fu Xishen eating slowly, and then sat across from him, picking up chopsticks and trying to taste her own cooking.
But before her chopsticks touched the dish, she was stopped by Fu Xishen: "Don't you say it was made for me?"
"Yes! This is done for you, can I try it?" Gu Ninghuan looked at Fu Xishen innocently, and the man was not so stingy.
Fu Xishen smiled in a low voice: "Since it was made for me, there is no reason why you want to try it. You eat it by a servant."
"Yes, Mrs. Young. Since the husband said so, then I will go and cook another table for you. What do you want to eat?" The maid asked with a smile.
Gu Ninghuan put down his chopsticks and looked at Fu Xishen strangely. His eyes rolled as if he had thought of something. He took off the bracelet on his wrist and threw it to Fu Xishen’s chair: "My husband, my bracelet fell off, you Can you pick it up for me."
Fu Xishen looked at her awkwardly, without any impatience, but bent over to help Gu Ninghuan pick up the bracelet.
When the man lifted up, when he saw Gu Ninghuan was picking up the dish in front of her and put it in the mouth, she just chewed it, and her whole face wrinkled.
The vegetables are not cooked at all, no wonder they look so green!
And she seemed to put too much salt, but just took a bite, and the bitter and salty taste filled her mouth.
Fu Xishen pulled out a tissue and walked to her, said to her, "Spit it out."
Gu Ninghuan gave him a glance, chewed his head casually and swallowed the bitter and salty vegetables.
After eating, she picked up the kettle on her hand and poured a large glass of water for herself. After drinking all the "Gudong", she still couldn't dilute the bitter taste in her mouth.
When the servant saw this, he didn't ask any more questions, but walked into the kitchen with a comprehension and started to re-eat the table.
Gu Ninghuan raised his eyes and looked at the handsome and tall man in front of him: "Why don't you tell me that it's so unpalatable, but pretend to be delicious. Even comforting me, it doesn't have to be this way."
"I think it's delicious." Fu Xishen's slender fingers touched Gu Ninghuan's lips and wiped the water stains on her lips.
Gu Ninghuan turned his head to look at the three dishes in front of him. Some of them refused to take it and picked up the chopsticks again. Some were not ready to try again.
She has made three courses, it is impossible for every one to be so unpalatable.
Gu Ninghuan used chopsticks to pick up the fish in front of him. Before he put it in his mouth, he smelled a scent of earth.
As for the last fried egg, there is no taste at all, and it can be eaten barely, but it is better not to eat it.
Gu Ninghuan put down his chopsticks and leaned somewhat on Fu Xishen who was standing beside her: "I'm really stupid. I can't even cook well. It seems that I can only be responsible for the future."
Fu Xishen looked down at her fair face: "Well."
"Actually, being a wife is not necessarily a kind of virtue and virtue, is my type of vase also very popular?" Gu Ninghuan looked up at him, his eyes sparkling, as if hiding the most dazzling Galaxy.