Quickly pass through the male god's cute wife

Chapter 187 My husband is sick (11)

"Well, I will stay with you more in the future." Qiao Yimo smiled slightly.

He reached out and hugged the little woman in front of him tightly.

After a while, he said, "Okay, I've been standing here for so long, let's go in first."

Qiyue nodded, and withdrew from Qiao Yimo's arms.

He took the coat from his hand, hung it on the shelf next to him, and said with a smile, "Are you tired these two days?"

Qiao Yimo shook his head, "Fortunately, I don't have anything particularly busy to deal with recently."

"Really? That's good." Qiyue walked over and laughed.

Dinner has already been prepared, just waiting for Qiao Yimo to arrive home.

The butler arranged the dining table in an orderly manner. Seeing the two of them enter the dining room, he opened the two seats in front of him.

After the two of them were seated, the butler withdrew.

In order to create the atmosphere, the light in the dining room is warm orange.

Tonight's dinner is also extremely rich.

Just, not the usual style.

"Did you change the cook today?" Qiao Yimo looked at the home-cooked dishes in front of him, a little puzzled.

Qiyue took a bowl of soup and put it in front of him, "No, the cook is pretty good, why did you change it?"

The chef of Qiao's family is a star chef, and the food he cooks is delicious without being picky.

Not only did the original owner like it, but Qiyue also liked it closely.

Originally, because I left Xi Muqing, I still haven't gotten used to the taste.

Coming to this plane, this cook is very good at cooking, although he is a little worse than Xi Muqing.

But it's just a little bit, it's delicious.

"Then this is?" Qiao Yimo pointed to the dishes in front of him, both in appearance and in the way they were arranged.

Qiyue stretched out her hand on the table, squinted her eyes and smiled, "I made this."

"You?" Qiao Yimo looked at her in surprise.

When did the daughter of the Luo family enter the kitchen and cook.

Although the appearance of the dish in front of me is not very good, but in terms of the aroma, it is very good.

At this moment, his glutton was actually a little ready to move.

But Qiao Yimo restrained himself and was a little surprised, "When did you learn to cook?"

Qiyue rested her chin on her arms, and under the warm orange light, her delicate little face added a different kind of tenderness.

Suddenly, Qiao Yimo had the illusion that they had known each other for a long time.

Also under this warm light, she prepared dinner for him in the same way.

When he gets home, have a hot meal.

It's just that at that time, they were not as close as they are now, and there seemed to be some estrangement.

He couldn't tell what it was.

Seeing Qiao Yimo in a daze, Qiyue reached out and poked his arm, complaining slightly, "I don't know who is the heartless person who left my beautiful wife alone at home. There is no other way, the little wife has no choice but to please her." It's a coincidence, isn't it said that to grab a man's heart, you have to grab his stomach first. So learn how to cook, and grab a dear husband who is out all day and comes home late at night."

She winked playfully.

But the words fell into Qiao Yimo's ears, and after a shock in his heart, there was warmth.

What followed was boundless guilt.

It's not to blame him, it's just to vent my dissatisfaction to some extent.

It is also true that I did not do it right.

Looking at the bright eyes of the little woman in front of her, it looks like a shining star.

The chest seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton, and the sourness, tenderness and warmth were all blocked in it, and the five flavors were mixed.

Opening his mouth, Qiao Yimo really wanted to say sorry.

I really want to explain my situation to Qi Yue.

But at the same time, he was afraid, afraid of frightening her.

After all, whose husband wants to kill his wife?

Crazy, downright crazy.

Qiao Yimo was also afraid that Qiyue would stay away from him if he found out.

After all, according to common sense, he is a dangerous element.

He picked up the soup bowl in front of him and put it in his mouth.

The curling heat blurred the emotion in his eyes.

After taking a sip of the soup, it was unexpectedly delicious, making Qiao Yimo raise his eyebrows.

"Delicious."

Qiyue stood up, resting her chin on the palm of her hand, raised her eyebrows proudly, "That is, you don't even look at who cooked the rice or soup."

For this meal, it made her suffer.

After all, she can cook, and she is no worse than the star chef at home.

But to pretend to be a beginner, she couldn't act like she could do it.

Had to fry the pan several times and fumbled with sugar and salt, soy sauce and vinegar.

She couldn't figure out why someone was so stupid and couldn't tell the difference between something so simple and recognizable.

And she was forced to be a fool once.

Qiao Yimo must be very cautious.

If something is wrong, it will definitely startle him and make him guard himself.

As the little princess held in the hands of the Luo family, cooking is naturally something she won't touch, and it's impossible to touch it.

There are more than a dozen cooks at home alone, each of whom knows dishes from different places.

Even though Luo Qiyue has never been to other provinces and cities, she has eaten all the special dishes and snacks in those places.

So in cooking, no matter how talented you are, it's only good in taste at first.

And the appearance is definitely not good.

In order to make her statement about learning how to cook solid, in the eyes of the housekeeper and the chef, she blew up the kitchen no less than ten times.

It's just an impressive result.

After all, it has to be real.

Qiao Yimo pursed her lips, and after putting down the soup bowl, reached out and pinched the woman's soft and smooth cheek.

He boasted in his mouth, "It's amazing, how many days have you studied?"

Qi Yue counted on his fingers, "Three or four days."

Qiao Yimo groaned, as if reminiscing about the experience just now.

His slightly squinted eyes were full of brilliance, "It's the material of a chef, just cook it this time, don't go into the kitchen again."

Because he saw that under the sleeves that Qiyue slid down her forearm, many mottled red spots were exposed.

He pulled her hand to his eyes with some distress, and sighed, "Is it hot?"

Qiyue nodded and grinned, "It doesn't hurt, it just looks scary."

Qiao Yimo's face darkened, and he said seriously, "That's not okay, my wife is a little princess, so why does she need to cook? Do you really want to love me to death?"

Seems like a good suggestion.

She touched her chin with some approval, "If you think so, then let's just count it like this."

Before Qiao Yimo could reproach her, she put on a straight face.

"Who told you to ignore your wife? Since it makes you feel bad, it should be punished."

Qiao Yimo suddenly had a headache, and he couldn't put on a cold face anymore.

Maybe this is the so-called injury in your body and pain in my heart?
He looked away helplessly.

After a while, he turned his head again, and obediently admitted his mistake, "Honey, I was wrong, don't get angry, and don't hurt yourself to punish me. It's fine if you come directly, just throw the dishes and bowls in front of me on my face .”

Qiyue smiled sweetly, "It's a beautiful idea, I will eat if you don't eat."

(End of this chapter)