After a flash marriage, rich wives also have to work hard to build a career

Aunt Zhou was stamping her feet anxiously, covering her face with the lid of the pot, and quickly rushed up to pick up the sugar jar.

Kuang Mingxuan stared at the battlefield in front of him in stunned silence and looked at Uncle Song.

Uncle Song held a newspaper to his face and lip-synched to him: "I made it for you."

Kuang Mingxuan suddenly became happy.

After watching it quietly for a while, he calmly took out his mobile phone and started recording.

By the time all four dishes were finished, Ling Wanwan was already exhausted and sweating profusely.

Looking at the entire kitchen, there is almost no place to put your feet.

Aunt Zhou looked at the vegetable leaves flying on the wall, the sugar and soy sauce spilled on the floor, and the sauce splashing on the wall, and she felt like crying.

Ling Wanwan calmed down and felt a little sorry.

"Sorry Aunt Zhou, please keep it for now, I will clean it up with you later!"

"Hey, little ancestor, you better calm down!"

"I can't cook, but I can do housework. Don't worry about that!"

Kuang Mingxuan coughed lightly, attracting Ling Wanwan's attention.

"You'd better come out first, don't cause trouble to Aunt Zhou."

Hearing Kuang Mingxuan say the same thing, Ling Wanwan had no choice but to tiptoe obediently and move out of the kitchen step by step.

The four dishes she had worked so hard on all afternoon were placed on the dining table, and the presentation... seemed to be okay.

Lele's eyes were shining with hunger, eagerly waiting for Kuang Mingxuan's instructions.

"This is the result of your mother's hard work for a long time, eat it!"

Lele threw away her chopsticks and grabbed a piece of ribs.

Then he threw the ribs back on the plate.

Kuang Mingxuan glared at him, and he picked it up pitifully and threw it into his bowl.

Ling Wanwan had been observing the state of the two diners, and Lele's reaction poured cold water on her head.

"Is it not delicious?"

Lele nodded: "It's delicious."

But then he shook his head and asked quietly: "Mom, can I go back and eat cookies?"

Ling Wanwan pushed the braised pork in his direction: "Try this, I just tasted it, it tastes pretty good!"

Lele frowned: "I don't like eating fat meat!"

"Then I'll cut off the fat and give you the lean part!"

Lele turned to Kuang Mingxuan for help.

Kuang Mingxuan picked up a piece of braised pork and tasted it: "It tastes good."

Lele was desperate.

"Mom, if you don't want to ask Grandma Zhou to cook in the future, can I use my pocket money to treat Grandma Zhou?"

Several people present couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.

Ling Wanwan had no choice but to comfort her child: "Don't worry, keep an eye on your pocket money. Mom will never bother Grandma Zhou's cooking again."

Lele happily shouted to Aunt Zhou: "Great! Grandma Zhou, I can still eat the dishes cooked by Grandma Zhou in the future!"

Ling Wanwan covered her face with her hands.

Kuang Mingxuan finally stopped laughing and finally remembered to ask: "Why do you suddenly think of cooking?"

Ling Wanwan's face was still in her hands, and she replied dully: "You have helped me so much with my sister's matter. Didn't I just want to thank you?"

She took her hand away angrily and stared at the dishes on the table.

"But I tasted everything just now. Although it's not as delicious as Aunt Zhou's, it's not bad at all!"

She looked at Lele: "Lele, good children shouldn't be picky eaters!"

Lele said righteously: "Mom, good children shouldn't lie!"

This time it was Ling Wanwan who was desperate.

Kuang Mingxuan obviously liked watching the mother and son quarreling, so he lowered his voice and teased her: "So you have something you can't handle!"

Ling Wanwan: "Nonsense, I'm not Superman!"

Kuang Mingxuan moved his chopsticks and started eating slowly.

Ling Wanwan watched him eat bite after bite, and finally couldn't hold it back: "Well...actually you don't have to force it."

She pulled several plates of food in front of her: "I am responsible for preparing these dishes. Anyway, I have to eat at home during the day!"

Kuang Mingxuan looked at her: "Didn't you say you did it to thank me? Why did it go into your stomach again?"

"Isn't this delicious? I'll make it for you after I master my skills!"

Lele shouted from the side: "Mom, stop practicing! I won't eat even if you practice! I will never surrender!"

Ling Wanwan gave him a bullet.

Kuang Mingxuan pulled the plate to his side again.

"I think it's delicious."

Ling Wanwan: "Really?"

Kuang Mingxuan: "Really."

Ling Wanwan: "Good children shouldn't lie."

Kuang Mingxuan: "A good boy won't lie."

Ling Wanwan looked at him very seriously for a long time, and finally regained some confidence. She tilted her head and said to the angry Lele: "Look, it's not that the food cooked by mom is not delicious, it's that it doesn't suit you." My appetite! Dad likes it very much!"

Lele muttered: "Dad is not a good boy!"

Kuang Mingxuan suggested: "Once raw, twice cooked. It's rare for my mother to be so interested. From now on, cook it once a week to practice your skills. Sooner or later, you will be able to make dishes that suit your taste!"

Ling Wanwan nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Aunt Zhou's heavy sigh came from behind - she usually didn't speak so loudly.

Lele put down her chopsticks and threw herself into Ling Wanwan's arms: "Mom, even if you can't cook, you are still Lele's favorite mother!"

Ling Wanwan grimaced: "Thank you!"

Lele shook her head grandly: "You're welcome!"

Ling Wanwan banged her head on the table.

The hostess of the Kuang family's cooking debut ended in a complete failure. A few days later, during lunch time, Xu Qian started to mock her crazily.

"So what are you thinking in your head? You go and help auntie chop the vegetables! Wash the dishes, serve the dishes, cut the vegetables, and wash the vegetables! You have done all these bits and pieces, and you have to do the rounding. Well! You have to do it yourself and humiliate yourself, why bother!"

She shook her head and added: "That's right, Ling Wanwan, I didn't expect you to wash your hands and make soup for love."

Wash your hands for soup?

It’s better to fry the kitchen!

Ling Wanwan glared at her, then looked at Fang Yanbin who was silent next to her, and said pitifully: "Brother, you'd better be nice to me!"

Xu Qian put it bluntly: "It's not that he doesn't want to laugh at you, he hasn't come to his senses yet!"

She was telling the truth.

It was rare for the three of them to get together for a meal. As soon as Fang Yanbin sat down, Xu Qian hurriedly explained Ling Wanwan's flash marriage. Fang Yanbin was in extreme shock.

"It's not that I didn't understand it. I didn't understand it then and I don't understand it now."

He showed a great emphasis on logic: "That child, the one who chased you and called you 'Mom' last time, why on earth did he so persistently believe that you are his mother?"

Xu Qian snapped her fingers to express her agreement.

Ling Wanwan's eyes were a little confused: "I was thinking, maybe I look similar to his biological mother! I have met his family members before, not just one or two, but a group, and they all agreed that I was Lele His biological mother, so it’s possible that they have met before?”