good night warlord

Murongli had already known from Aunt Zhou, so he was not surprised at her honesty, but told her coldly:

"The family rules of the Zhan family stipulate that the housewife must go to the hall and go to the kitchen.

Although it is not necessary for you to cook by yourself, it is grand when there are distinguished guests coming, and the host’s mother entertains the family banquet by herself.

You learn how to make it today, whether it tastes good or not is the second, no matter how difficult it is to swallow, as long as you do it. "

What a Zhan family rule, Gu Qingyi is already very unfamiliar with this term.

Now being mentioned by her mother-in-law suddenly, she feels like a dream.

She still remembers a few of them:
Do not sleep late.

Do not get up past nine o'clock.

Do not go home after ten o'clock.

No heavy makeup is allowed.

Do not get too intimate with the opposite sex...

What kind of family rules are these? It's the new century, and there are still such rules and regulations.

If Yan raised the family rules with her during the war, she would definitely scoff at her and fully express her disdain. Anyway, Yan doted on her during the war and would only keep giving in.

But now it was her mother-in-law who spoke out.

Gu Qingyi could see that it was false to hope that she would become a qualified Zhan family mistress for her sake, and it was true to want to give her daughter-in-law a blow when they met for the first time.

Gu Qingyi was full of reluctance in her heart, but for the sake of the wedding, she could only endure it:

"Mother-in-law, I may be a little slow in cooking. If you are hungry, I will serve you some snacks first."

After finishing speaking, Gu Qingyi got up and went to the kitchen.

She winked at Aunt Zhou, hoping that Aunt Zhou could help her in the kitchen, but she heard her mother-in-law's voice:
"Culinary art also depends on understanding. You have to have a clear understanding of your own strength."

The implication is that today's dinner can only be made in the kitchen by you.

Gu Qingyi groaned in her heart.

Aunt Zhou stopped in embarrassment, with helplessness and worry on her face.

The little girl clenched her little hands as she walked.

So angry, her sixth sense came true.

The mother-in-law really doesn't like her.

But what can she do?I can only cheer myself up:

Come on, Gu Qingyi, burn your little universe.

Looking at the pots and pans in the kitchen, although she knew everything, she didn't know what to do.

Standing in the kitchen, she felt helpless, and her mother-in-law's voice came out again:
"You have been married to Yan'er for more than half a year, so you haven't cooked once?"

Gu Qingyi was taken aback, her mother-in-law would never want to watch how she cooks, she was under a lot of pressure:

"Shi Yan said that professional things should be done by professional people in order to get the best results."

The little girl blinked at Murongli sincerely, hoping to increase the credibility of her words.

This is what Yan said during the war, not her nonsense.

"No one is born to be very professional in one thing, you start."

When Murong Li was expressionless, he was exactly the same as Yan during the war when he was facing outsiders.

It really is mother and son.

The only difference is that Yan loved her during the war, but her mother-in-law didn't want to see her.

Gong Yimian also followed:

"Auntie, let me help my cousin. Brother Yan used to eat the dishes I cooked, but I haven't cooked them for him for several years. Today I can try my own cooking again. Do you like it?"

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Gu Qingyi took a breath.

Brother Yan?
This title is extremely intimate, so she was very impressed.

She clearly remembered that in the letter she kept during the war that she peeked at, that person was called Brother Yan.

Could it be that Gong Yimian is the master who wrote the letter?Yan's childhood sweetheart during the war, cotton candy?
With a thought in mind, the little girl's originally embarrassed expression became a little more condensed, and she abruptly refused:

"No, I can."

After finishing speaking, he took the steel knife from the chopping board, picked a huge red pepper from the vegetable basket with the other hand, put it under the tap to clean it, and then began to chop vegetables.

Seeing that she was not very proficient in sword skills, Murong Li slightly pulled his thin lips like a blade:

"Yi Mian, your cousin can handle it, go back to the living room and drink tea."

Before leaving, Gong Yimian asked again:
"Cousin, don't you really need my help? I'm a good cook. Brother Yan used to be full of praise for my cooking skills."

Hearing this, the little girl deflected the blade and almost cut her finger.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly and was not injured.

She raised her eyes and glanced at Gong Yimian, her expression was far from the acquaintance in the living room before, with a formulaic smile on her face, she said:
"No need, even if what I cook today is terrible, Shi Yan will still be full of praise for my cooking skills."

Seeing her somewhat cold posture, Gong Yimian smiled and said:
"It seems that brother Yan and his cousin have a good relationship, so I don't worry, I'm going to accompany my aunt, cousin, you have to work hard."

Hearing these words, Gu Qing felt his teeth ache.

She felt relieved that she had a good relationship with Yan during the war.

She and Yan Shiyan are husband and wife, and Gong Yimian is just an outsider. Is it her turn to worry?
Seeing Gong Yimian's graceful figure out of sight, Lu Qingyi's eyes became more complicated.

Gong Yimian came here with the intention of being an enemy or a friend, and she still couldn't tell.

The important thing now is to deal with dinner tonight.

She looked at the somewhat cold kitchen, and once again lowered her head and began to cut vegetables seriously...

The night darkened unknowingly, and the elongated black Cayenne stopped at the gate of the Battle Garden.

Uncle Fu was waiting at the door early in the morning. As soon as the tall and tall man opened the car door and appeared, Uncle Fu hurriedly went up to him and reported the situation:

"Sir, madam and Miss Cousin are here."

Yan's eyes darkened during the war: "Why did you tell me now?"

Uncle Fu explained: "Madam won't let me, she said that I won't delay your work."

During the war, Yan loosened his tie knot and continued to ask:

"Which Cousin?"

"From the Gong family, Gong Yimian."

The man didn't stop, and asked while walking inside to change his shoes:

"Where's Qingyi? Are you back?"

"The young mistress is back and is making dinner in the kitchen."

Hearing Uncle Fu's words, the man turned his head, and his deep eyes stared coldly at his loyal servant:
"What does my mother mean?"

Forbe nodded his head with difficulty.

After getting the answer, Zhan Shiyan raised his hand and tore off the tie, threw it into Forbe's hand, and strode inside.

From a distance, Gong Yimian saw the man striding forward. He hadn't seen him for several years. Gong Yimian found that the man he saw was so handsome and handsome that he was not like ordinary people. tolerance.

"Brother Yan..."

She called out softly, her eyes were like glue, stuck to the man and couldn't move away.

Zhan Shiyan, who was striding forward, directly ignored the scorching excessive gaze and gentle shout, changed direction before entering the living room, and walked towards the kitchen.

Murongli didn't expect her son to turn a blind eye to her after hearing the news when she came back. Her cold tone was a bit high:
"Stop, Yan'er."