It's so hard to be an anchor: My husband can act better than me

The moment the door was closed, Ye Aning leaned directly against the door, and kept stroking her chest. Fortunately, she had a smart head and a quick reaction, so she made up a mess, otherwise, she wouldn't have made a big fool of herself in front of Gu Nanyan? !

How about she is Wisdom Xiaoye!
However, this wisdom Xiaoye didn't consider the consequences, that is, she never learned fried noodles from Ye's mother, but in her childhood memory, fried noodles were delicious...

To put it bluntly, Ye Anning, no, fried noodles!

Apart from eating it, it can be said that in so many years, she has never made Zhajiang, let alone Zhajiang noodles.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but slapped myself, Ye Anning, Ye Anning, tell me about you, and I don't know why to find a better one, aren't you digging a hole for yourself to jump in!

Now it's all right, you're still smart Xiaoye!Tell me what you should do!
Thinking of this, Gu Nanyan glanced through the crack of the door at Gu Nanyan who was concentrating on reading the newspaper in the living room and waiting for his meal, his heart felt cold for a while.

This time, she can be regarded as a thorough understanding of what it means to dig a hole for herself to jump!

However, things have come to this point, even if she wants to quit the group, she has no choice but to slap her swollen face to pretend to be fat, she can only bite the bullet!

So, it's time for Chef Xiao Fuye's presentation (a messy stew).

According to the memory of eating her mother's fried noodles, Ye Aning first started with diced meat, then chopped all kinds of vegetables randomly, and finally added various adjustments to the taste of her mother's fried noodles. The stew in the pot is so dark that it can barely be called sauce, not to mention, it really looks like it!
And...Take a deep breath, this smell, it smells pretty much the same.

At least as much as she remembered.

It doesn't matter, anyway, the knife is already on the neck, there is no way to kill or cut, so she can only bite the bullet.

Swallowing, Ye Aning walked out of the kitchen "full of confidence" with a bowl of white noodles and a large bowl of black fried sauce.

I don't know if the fried sauce she made is too fragrant, or the color is too familiar, but seeing Gu Nanyan staring at the fried sauce in front of him with a strange look, Ye Anning couldn't guess what his expression was, after all, she had never I've seen his expression before.

"Try it?" Unable to bear the cold atmosphere, Ye Aning decided to try it out, and while talking with Gu Nanyan, filled him with a bowl of white noodles and poured a layer of sauce on it.

Then, in order to show her spirit of fairness, she also served herself a bowl, also poured a layer of sauce.

"I'll eat first!" Seeing that Gu Nanyan hadn't made any movement, Ye Anying couldn't help but said.

After all, she had to try the noodles herself first.

Carefully taking a mouthful of the noodles, she was about to hold her breath and take a breath, but before she could feel the suffocation, her tongue tasted the noodles first.

This taste... very familiar, very similar to the taste made by my mother.

Ye Anning, who hadn't expected this result at all, frowned instantly, and chewed a few more times, like, but very similar.

I couldn't help being a little stunned, and took another breath, feeling a strange emotion in my heart.

In her memory, what she looked forward to most at the dinner table when she was a child was her mother’s fried noodles, because whenever her mother made fried noodles, her father would come back from a business trip and bring her a bunch of novelty gadgets.

Everyone eats together, meaning sauce and noodles...

At that time, the family was still very happy, and when Ye Aning thinks about it now, she feels very unreal.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little sour in my nose. I wonder if my mother will cry for her when she sees her like this.

Stuffing another mouthful of noodles into her mouth, she couldn't help laughing at herself, it's just noodles with fried sauce, how could she think of so many things, remember so many things, and almost cried.

Ye Anning, you have been strong for so many years, how could you be defeated by a bowl of noodles? !
It wasn't until many years later that she gradually understood that what really defeated her was not the bowl of noodles, but the love her mother had given her.

Just like when you were young, you didn't feel much pain when you stumbled, but as long as your mother was there, you always wanted to cry, and you felt pain even if it didn't hurt, and you were wronged instantly if you weren't wronged.

Just when Ye Aning was trying to pinch herself to prevent tears from falling down, Gu Nanyan's voice came over in a timely manner.

"This fried sauce, who did you learn from?"

There was a hint of urgency in his voice, although she was suppressing her desire for knowledge, Ye Aning could still feel that he was in a hurry.

"My mother, I just said that." Ye Anning was asked by him unexpectedly, and quickly controlled her emotions, and replied casually.

After all, her parents have always been Ye Anning's weakness. She wants to live independently and strong in this world, and the less weaknesses she can get poked by, the better.

"Your mother?" Hearing this, Gu Nanyan frowned, put down the tableware in his hand, "What's your mother's last name?"

"An." Ye Anning only felt that something was wrong, and looked up at Gu Nanyan, wondering why he was so interested in this bowl of noodles, "My name is, and the second word is my mother's surname."

"Ann? Are you sure?" Gu Nanyan's hand holding the chopsticks became tighter, and there were slight ripples in his eyes.

"How could I remember my mother's surname wrong?" Hearing this, Ye Anning was taken aback for a moment, then she stared at Gu Nanyan with a surge of anger, and said.

How can someone ask someone else a question like this, who would forget their mother's last name? !

It's unreasonable, right?
Feeling resentful in her heart, Ye Aning also forgot about Gu Nanyan's agitated gaze just now, and just licked the fried noodles in the bowl to herself.

As expected of a mother-daughter bond, she actually relied on the memories of these years to make her mother's unique handicraft noodles. Although there are still some discrepancies, she dares to believe that as long as she tries, she will be able to make the taste The same fried noodles.

After Ye Aning was very sure, Gu Nanyan felt his heart was ignited by something, looking at the bowl of fried noodles in front of him, his eyes gradually darkened.

The meal ended in this awkward and wonderful atmosphere. When she was packing the dishes, Ye Aning unexpectedly discovered that Gu Nanyan ate the whole bowl.

In her eyes, Gu Nanyan has always eaten cat food, the kind of fairy who can be full with a pot of sake and some sashimi. This is the first time I have seen him eat so much... Is the co-author a fairy finally descending to earth?
Thinking of this, I just felt a little funny, hooked the corners of my lips, and put the dishes and chopsticks into the automatic dishwasher.

After a while, the dishwasher cleaned all the dishes and bowls, and knocked on the dishwasher. This thing is quite convenient, and when she has money someday, she must make one for her own home.

After eating, Xiao Baozi almost finished his homework, and when he went downstairs, he smelled the aroma of fried noodles in the living room. He immediately raised his nose and sniffed around in the living room, and finally smelled Ye Aning. .

"Mommy, what delicious food did you eat, and you didn't save some for me, cheapskate Mommy!" Seeing Ye Aning half paralyzed on the sofa, with no food in her hand or in front of her face, the little bun pouted instantly. Mouth, complained to Ye Aning.

"Is it fragrant?" Hearing this, Ye Aning was not annoyed, instead of answering his question, she lowered her head and asked Xiao Baozi a question.

"Smell! I can smell it on the second floor!" Xiao Baozi nodded quickly, and stretched out his hand, ready to welcome the delicious food Ye Anning left for him. After all, every time Ye Anning speaks in this tone, there are surprises for him.

Unexpectedly, this time was different from usual, Ye Anning stuck out her tongue playfully, then shrugged her shoulders, "Xiang can't help it, I've already eaten all, if you want to eat, wait until next time!"

"Ah? Alright, alright! Sigh!" Ye Ruichen never expected that Ye Anning would say this, he was stunned for a moment, then sighed heavily, and gave her a half-resentful look.

Seeing him like this, Ye Aning raised her eyebrows and patted Ye Ruichen's head, "Okay, I'll do it for you next time!"

The mother and son were talking, completely oblivious to Gu Nanyan's slightly changed expression.

In the afternoon, Gu Nanyan sent Xiao Baozi to school, and Ye Aning stayed at home to read the contract as a matter of course.

"Yes, um, the contract grade point can be reduced by up to [-]% that year, and it's OK if you look at it and control it."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Anning breathed a sigh of relief and stretched her shoulders. Even though it was a holiday, she was as tired as if she wasn't on holiday. The contract issue alone made her feel overwhelmed.

However, just after she finished reading the last contract, Han Jinyan recruited a group of salesmen, which made her both happy and sad.

After finally finishing the day's work, this little bun is out of school again. Fortunately, he never has to worry about Ye Aning's studies, otherwise, she would have gone crazy.

I have to say that as long as it is a holiday, the time passes quickly, a week passed like running water, looking at the calendar, thinking that it is obvious that she will be going to work, Ye Aning lay on the bed tossing and turning in melancholy.

"Hey! It's not because I'm young, I have to work more when I'm young!" Sighing, he shielded his hands from the light and comforted himself.

I checked Weibo for a while, and I don’t know how I fell asleep. Anyway, when I woke up the next day, my phone was pressed under my body, and it was so hot. I don’t know about the funny video I saw before going to bed last night. How many times the cycle was played.

Charged the phone, looked at the time, it was still early, tidied up lazily, and went downstairs.

Gu Nanyan was not at home. To be precise, he was not at home during the day these days, and he didn't know what he was busy with lately. In short, he left early and returned late, and it was as if the dragon hadn't seen the beginning and the end.

Thinking that he should go to the company, he planned to loosen the little bun by himself, and then go to work, but he didn't want to, before he was ready to go out, he saw the familiar Maybach.