Love Marriage First: Young Master Li, your wife ran away again

That look is full of spirits, it is the expression of sincerely offering treasures.
Shi Mosheng couldn't laugh or cry.
"So, you gave me a jar of pickles?"
Shi Mosheng was always calm and calm, but this time he had to raise his eyebrows to look at her, and was really surprised by her unexpected gift.
Su Yihuan pretended to be puzzled: "Don't you like to eat it? Didn't you take the box I put in the refrigerator?"
"Yes, but..."
Su Yihuan put her hands on the table and suddenly approached him: "The etiquette is light and the affection is heavy, don't tell me you don't like it." There was already a hint of coquettishness in her tone.
Shi Mosheng immediately surrendered: "I like it, I like everything you give me."
At such a close distance, Su Yihuan pecked Shi Mosheng's face lightly, and retreated quickly.
Leave a sentence "see you tonight." The back is chic.
Shi Mo Sheng and a jar of naive pickles were left in the office, so he couldn't help laughing.
After get off work, Shi Mosheng waited in the car as usual, Su Yihuan's idea was to cover up people's eyes and ears after get off work.
Sure enough, 5 minutes later, the waiting person came on time, opened the door and got in the car. The first sentence asked: "Where's the sour bamboo shoots? Have you brought them?"
"Bring it, it's in the back seat, I promise to go back and have a good taste." Shi Mosheng shook his head helplessly.
On the way to the restaurant, Su Yihuan suddenly remembered: "Dean Shi, have you heard about the scandal between you and a mysterious little nurse recently?"
Everyone in the hospital who loves to gossip knows about Shi Mosheng dating a little nurse, but they are half-believing. Although a security guard swears that he saw the surveillance video, such things as surveillance should not be leaked to others without evidence. Besides, who that nurse was was always a mystery.
Therefore, most people think that this matter is mostly made up, and those who believe it are just sighing. It's a pity that Dr. Su Yihuan is so close to the water, and he was caught by a little nurse for a month, and he didn't hurry up. Now I must regret it blue.
The rumored actor drove the car and looked at the road conditions, and took the time to cast a sideways glance at the culprit: "It's not thanks to someone."
Su Yihuan stuck out her tongue secretly.
What Shi Mosheng didn't expect was that when she got off the car at the entrance of the restaurant, Su Yihuan opened the door of the back seat directly and hugged the jar in her arms.
"Put it in the car, why are you holding it?"
Shi Mosheng closed the car door on that side, walked over and asked.
"You really think I'm going to give you an altar of pickles?"
Su Yihuan held the jar with one hand, and wanted to poke Shi Mosheng's forehead, but Shi Mosheng stepped back and did not poke, so she withdrew her hand and patted the lid of the sour bamboo shoot jar:
"This is the raw material for the gift I want to give you!"
Shi Mosheng came to a sudden: "You want to cook for me?"
"It's washing hands for soup."
Su Yihuan blinked lightly, she was different from the usual playfulness.
She is gentle and quiet most of the time, and the occasional lively and charming is especially precious and rare. Every time she is captured by Shi Mosheng, it is amazingly stored in the memory for a long time.
The opening and closing of the beautiful eyes at this moment, like the shutter of a camera, freezes this moment in an instant, pulling out a trace of Shi Mosheng's soul, lingering around her.
"Why don't you go back and cook a table for me, and come to the restaurant."
He asked, in fact, he felt good about whatever she gave him, but he felt extraordinarily comfortable when he heard the words "wash your hands and make soup."
Feeling the gentleness in his gaze, Su Yihuan smiled softly: "I want to show off my cooking skills little by little, and I will surprise you from time to time in the future!"
after……
He likes this word very much. Two words, spread out, will last forever, forever.
The sunset is gorgeous, shining on people, covering them with red, and the light gold of the setting sun flows in the air, covering the surrounding buildings.
Pedestrians come and go in a hurry, only they freeze.
"Let's go." Shi Mosheng stretched out her hand.
Su Yihuan was led by him and walked to the restaurant.
"You will fix it in a while and the chef will borrow the kitchen for use."
At the door, she whispered in her ear.
As soon as they were seated by the waiter, the chef came out of the kitchen to greet them himself.
Shi Mosheng said softly: "Although the chef is British, the dishes are very good."
Sure enough, the chef came over and opened his mouth with a standard British accent.
If it wasn't for the chef's clothes, I would like people to answer: "Yes, my lord."
He greeted ladies and gentlemen, and then talked with Shi Mosheng. Shi Mosheng's accent was Meiqiang, and the conversation sounded amazing.
Finally, the chef invited Su Yihuan to follow him to the back kitchen.
It was the first time for the Western food chef to cook Chinese food. Everyone in the kitchen was curious and came to watch.
Su Yihuan washed his hands and rolled up his sleeves, calm and composed in front of a group of chefs.
When he finally came out of the kitchen, he was holding a bowl of hot soup in his hand.
Sour bamboo shoot chicken skin soup, the chicken skin is the best chicken breast with a tender taste.
Su Yihuan held the white porcelain soup bowl and placed it firmly on the table: "How is it? The treatment in the Grand View Garden is not to treat you, a pampered young master, well, right?"
Under Su Yihuan's expectant eyes, Shi Mosheng scooped a spoonful and drank it. The taste was sour at first, and then there was the aroma of chicken. The bamboo shoots were crispy, and the chicken was tender and smooth. The throat flowed all the way into the stomach, the warmth transpired in the five internal organs, and finally floated to the corners of the mouth, turning into a smile.
Su Yihuan was very happy to be affirmed.
This meal is a combination of Chinese and Western, very nondescript, but the two of them ate very happily.
Su Yihuan took two sips from Shi Mosheng's spoon, and Shi Mosheng wanted to give her the bowl, but she didn't want it, saying that the two sips of food tasted the best.
She bulged her cheeks and blew the hot soup, like a bubbling fish, her small mouth was pouty, ruddy like a budding flower.
Shi Mosheng's Adam's apple twitched slightly, and for a moment he couldn't tell if the soup was delicious or delicious.
After the last meal, when the coffee was served, the chef came out again with a pleasant smile. Shi Mosheng praised his cooking skills, but he smiled at Su Yihuan, opened his mouth, and spoke in not-so-standard Chinese: "I Tonight, my husband’s favorite is this lady’s Chinese food, because there is a mysterious seasoning called love.”
Su Yi held her face happily while Shi Mosheng smiled and looked at her, warming her cheeks even more.
After the chef left, Su Yihuan said, "This chef sounds like a Frenchman."
The slight bitterness of the coffee neutralized the overwhelming sweetness in her heart, and a question appeared in Su Yihuan's mind.
This question has troubled her for some time.
That is, why didn't he tell her his private number?
Now she trusts that Shi Mo Sheng is not playing with her feelings, and thinks that he must have his own reasons, but after a long time, she will inevitably be curious, so she asks.