This wealthy family is too rich for me

The lesson said: "How long has it been tidying up? Is our family down and out without servants? You need a pregnant woman to do this kind of thing with your stomach upright."

Jing Yiren looked at his watch, it turned out that it was time to cook with Fang Wenxiu.

Before Dongfang Yanhe came back, only Fang Wenxiu and Jing Yiren were left in this family every day.

Although the relationship between the two is getting better and better, they have nothing to do when they face each other all day.

Occasionally, Jing Yiren coquettishly brought up cooking for her for the first time, and was reprimanded by Fang Wenxiu.

No matter how Fang Wenxiu thought Jing Yiren was not pleasing to her eyes, of course she would find fault in everything.

Although it was embarrassing to mention it again, he pretended to be reasonable and said: "Every lady or famous wife Ben Li doesn't need to know these things, like me, I don't know anything about the kitchen."

Jing Yiren smiled and said, "You've been a wife all your life, so you're quite proud that you don't know how to cook? Why don't I teach you?"

In fact, Fang Wenxiu also wanted to find something to do with so much idleness every day.

Out of face, he said stubbornly: "My good rich wife, what do you want to learn to cook?"

How could Jing Yiren fail to see that her mother-in-law was moved, so she only gave her a step and said coquettishly: "Learn, learn.

You think, when he learns how to cook for his father, wouldn't he be shocked out of his glasses? "

In this way, under Jing Yiren's persuasion, Fang Wenxiu finally found something new to pass the time.

Learn to cook with Jing Yiren on a regular basis every day.

Jing Yiren chuckled and said, "That's enough, let's cook pasta?"

Fang Wenxiu was found out by her daughter-in-law, and she said awkwardly: "Who said we have to cook today? I was afraid that you would tire my grandchildren."

Dongfang Yanhe didn't interfere at all with their communication methods.

Sometimes he even felt that he was his son-in-law and Jing Yi was his daughter.

No matter what, it would be nice to interrupt Jing Yiren's topic and keep focusing on Pei Yan.

When the three of them left the nursery, Jing Yiren half dragged Fang Wenxiu to the kitchen.

Because of her limited mobility, Fang Wenxiu did everything by herself.

From picking tomatoes to boiling water, Fang Wenxiu did it with gusto.

The two were chatting and doing things in the kitchen, in full swing.

When Dongfangzhan came back, their pasta was finished.

Except that the noodles were cooked for a long time and became a lump.

The others look really decent.

Thanks to Fang Wenxiu who only cooked one plate, the rest of the dinner was done by the chef, otherwise the whole family would have to eat this kind of stuff that sticks together and can't tell the original appearance.

But if others can hide, Dongfang Zhan will definitely not be able to hide.

When Fang Wenxiu put the plate of dough or batter in front of him, Dongfang Zhan was taken aback.

"what is this?"

Fang Wenxiu's eyes were a bit wrong, but she still replied: "Can't you tell it's pasta?"

Dongfang Zhan looked at the plate carefully, and murmured: "Our chef sometimes misses it? If you don't tell me, I really didn't see it as pasta."

Fang Wenxiu narrowed her eyes and said, "Do you want to eat?"

Listening to his wife's tone, no matter how dull Dongfang Zhan was, he knew there was a fraud in it, and asked in a low voice, "Can I change the game?"

"no!"

Fang Wenxiu said unhappily: "Just this plate, if you don't eat it, you will be hungry tonight."

Dongfang Yanhe and Jing Yiren finally couldn't help laughing, their bodies got lower and lower, and they wished they could tuck themselves under the table.

Looking from a distance, you can still see the shoulders of the two shaking.

Jing Yiren smiled slowly and said: "Father, my mother made this for you by herself. If you don't eat it, it will be a waste of my mother's painstaking efforts."

When Dongfang Zhan heard this, his eyes widened in surprise, and he said incredulously, "Wenxiu, you did it? When will you be able to cook?"

How could Fang Wenxiu let him go like this, she simply admitted: "I cooked it, do you want to eat it or not?"

She said so, and Dongfang Zhan wanted to eat even with Bi Shuang in front of him: "Eat! Only when I'm almost buried in the ground can I eat the rice my wife cooked for me. Of course I have to eat."

The Eastern War represents determination.

But the hand holding the fork trembled no matter how I looked at it.

Fang Wenxiu calmed down a little from being coaxed by him, and watched Dongfang Zhan pick up the fork slowly, without taking a mouthful for a long time, she said anxiously, "Do you want me to feed you?"

"No, no, I can."

As he spoke, he cheered himself up in a low voice: "I can definitely do it."

Jing Yiren laughed unkindly, causing Fang Wenxiu to give her a hard look: "What are you laughing at? Is it because you didn't teach well?"

Jing Yi didn't take the blame, and said innocently: "I just said to cook for a while, who told you to chat and forget, it's been cooking for so long."

"You can't teach yourself well, and you blame me?"

Jing Yiren said willfully: "Anyway, dad will eat whatever you cook."

One sentence drew the attention of several people to Dongfang Zhan.

Dongfang Zhan had no choice but to mix it indiscriminately, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it without chewing.

"How about it?"

Fang Wenxiu asked him expectantly.

At this time, anyone who is not a fool knows how to answer, Dongfang Zhan nodded hurriedly: "Not bad, not bad, delicious."

Fang Wenxiu laughed happily: "I knew it would taste good.

I just cooked the noodles a little longer, but the sauce has been prepared for a long time. "

As he said that, he pushed the pasta plate towards Dongfang Zhan: "Eat it all if it tastes good, it's made for you, and they won't give it if they want."

Even Dongfang Yanhe couldn't help laughing now, thankful in his heart that his wife could cook.

Dongfang Zhan had an extremely difficult dinner, and almost resolved the battle with Tun's speed.

For about three years, he will have a psychological shadow on pasta, and he will never eat it again.

Seeing him eating so fast and cleanly, Fang Wenxiu felt sweet in her heart.

No wonder so many women like to wash their hands and make soup for their husbands. It turns out that looking at the place to eat is also a kind of enjoyment.

She asked Jing Yiren emotionally: "What shall we learn to cook tomorrow?"

Dongfang Zhanwenzhi couldn't catch his breath and coughed for a long time.

After being smooth, he looked at Jing Yiren for help.

Seeing her father-in-law's misery, Jing Yi couldn't help laughing, but she still said thoughtfully: "Today we are learning the staple food, and tomorrow we will learn a simple one, so we will make it..."

Speaking of which, she kept a secret.

Looking at the look in the eyes of the father-in-law asking for help, and the eagerness of the mother-in-law, he finally said, "Let's make fruit salad."

Dongfang Zhan put his heart in his stomach and took a deep breath.

Fruit salad is good, no matter how you make it, you can eat it.

Fang Wenxiu was slightly disappointed, and said with disgust: "What kind of dish is fruit salad, it's not difficult at all.

How about we try Korean food? "

The old heart that Dongfang Zhan had just let go of just now lifted it up again in an instant.

Jing Yiren was very worried that this would go on like this, and the father-in-law was afraid that he would go into shock, so he quickly persuaded him: "Fruit salad is also difficult.

For example, how to make it cut better, how to arrange the plate more pleasing to the eye, how much to squeeze the salad to have a moderate taste..."

Her words sounded very reasonable, like a few treasures.

But in Dongfang Yanhe's ears, she knew that she was embarrassing.

Dongfang Yanhe suppressed a smile and echoed: "It sounds like this fruit salad is really not simple."

Dongfang Zhan also hurriedly echoed: "Yes, yes, yes, I love fruit salad. I didn't think so before, but now I hear Yiren say it, and I know the chef's hard work."

Seeing that his family members said so, Fang Wenxiu also believed it, and finally made a decision: "Just make fruit salad."

After the family finished their meal happily, Dongfang Yanhe was called to the study by his father as usual.

"You have to come to the company tomorrow."

Eastern battlefield.

"Oh? What's important?"

Dongfang Zhan suddenly became furious: "You shouldn't go and see if you have nothing to do? With a wife and children on the bed, you want to quit and leave the company to me, right? Isn't this what you should go for?"

Dongfang Yanhe quickly comforted his father: "No, I will go."

To be honest, Dongfang Yanhe really didn't want to go to work at home, at least he didn't expect to go to work so soon.

Didn't you agree to accompany Yiren to give birth at home?The old man glared at him and muttered, "It's good to know what I do."

As he said that, he changed his face and said calmly: "Tomorrow, there is really something to do. Robert has urged you three times and four times. You have to solve this first and then stay at home with peace of mind."

Dongfang Yanhe nodded, he was also annoyed by Robert's entanglement.

However, Robert, an old fox, did not give up. No matter how he refused, he just continued to play hard.

Waking up early, Dongfang Yan and Jing Yiren woke up almost as soon as they moved.

She was still lying on the chaise longue, and it was useless for Dongfang Yanhe to ask the assistant to think of a way.

Jing Yiren is too thin, with a big belly and thin skin, so she can only doze off for a while.

Dongfang Yanhe was so distressed that he couldn't bear to go to bed, and kept chatting with her until very late, before he couldn't help falling asleep.

"woke up?"

Jing Yiren asked softly.

"Well," Dongfang Yanhe got up from the bed, first went to hug Jing Yiren, then touched her stomach and said, "I must not be able to sleep well, right? Do you know how to rest more during the day?"

Jing Yiren understood his worry, and said softly: "Don't worry, I will take care of myself.

Aren't you going to work today?Don't delay. "

Dongfang Yanhe carried her to the bathroom first, put the water in as usual, and put her in firmly before saying: "It's a small matter, there will be no delay."

The big thing is not as important as taking good care of his wife first, let Robert wait, Dongfang Yanhe thought.

When everything was done and went downstairs, a hearty breakfast was already set.

Dongfang Zhan and Dongfang Yanhe hurried to the company after eating two mouthfuls.

Doudou was also taken to school by the nanny.

The owners of the house, Fang Wenxiu and Jing Yiren were left staring at each other again.

Fang Wenxiu arranges her time very well.

If you don’t go out, you basically read and practice calligraphy in the morning, do yoga and watch videos in the afternoon, and now there is one more person who learns to cook.

As usual, Jing Yiren had endless classes, and as the month got older, the classes changed a lot.

Dongfang Zhan and Dongfang Yanhe arrived at the company in the same car, boarded the exclusive elevator, and went directly to the top floor CEO's office.

The assistant waited at the elevator entrance, and when he saw Dongfang Yanhe coming out, he reported to him that Robert's video had been waiting for a long time.