The real daughter calculates with her fingers, she will become rich after the divorce

In the evening, he was the cook under Meng Xingluan.

She bought food online and steamed the rice while waiting for it to be delivered.

Xie Yanci originally wanted to let Meng Xingluan rest, but he only suffered some skin trauma, not a broken arm or leg.

Besides, jobs like cooking are simply not something Meng Xingluan can touch.

All she has to do is sit there and wait to be fed.

Xie Yanci remembers that if you want to tie someone up, you must tie her stomach.

But in the end, he still couldn't defeat Meng Xingluan.

I would settle for helping her in the kitchen.

Meng Xingluan had learned cooking skills for several weeks, and could only cook two or three dishes.

One of them is pigeon soup.

Everything else is simple home cooking.

The taste can't be said to be unpleasant, but it's not delicious either, but it's still edible.

Xie Yanci took out a new apron from the cabinet outside.

He personally surrounded Meng Xingluan.

His body was slender and broad, his head was slightly lowered, and the light and shadow from the top fell on his profile. His long eyelashes were thick, covering his dark and deep pupils.

Meng Xingluan stood still and cooperated throughout the whole process.

The distance between the two is very close, just a little bit close to each other.

The man's fingers are long and well-defined.

It obviously only takes two or three seconds to tie a bow, but it took him more than ten seconds.

Finally, his magnetic low voice reached my ears.

"Okay, Luanluan."

Meng Xingluan hummed, and she was about to lower her head and continue chopping vegetables, but the next second she was surrounded by the man's strong arms around her waist from behind.

Just as he had guessed, Meng Xingluan's waist was not only thin but also very soft.

It's hard to put it down.

Xie Yanci hugged her lovingly and rested his chin on her shoulder affectionately.

His face was gentle, but his eyes were filled with a hint of morbid paranoia.

Luan Luan is his.

This idea once made Xie Yanci very happy.

This year is really a good year.

Meng Xingluan didn't know what the man was thinking.

She only knew that Xie Yanci was very clingy now.

Before that relationship was broken, he could still restrain himself, but now he didn't want to restrain himself.

Meng Xingluan felt helpless.

"Thank you for the banquet, can you be normal?"

Hearing the hidden meaning in her words, Xie Yanci let go of her hand no matter how reluctant she was to let go.

He lowered his head and pecked the side of the woman's face gently, and then stood in front of the sink with a well-behaved look.

"Luan Luan, I'll wash the vegetables."

Relaxation has a degree and Xie Yanci finally figured it out.

After wiping the oil, he retreated.

Meng Xingluan: "..."

Although I was prepared in my heart, I still found it somewhat funny.

An adult man who is over 1.8 meters tall can be as childish as a child.

If Xie Yanci and Zhou Yubai appeared in her world at the same time, Meng Xingluan thought she would choose the former.

Who doesn’t want to have a unique preference?

Zhou Yubai is a central air conditioner who can't figure it out.

Meng Xingluan retracted his thoughts and continued what he was doing.

The pigeon soup has been simmered in the casserole, and the water is turned to low heat to continue simmering.

A fragrance spreads in the air.

Forty minutes later.

Two dishes and one soup were brought to the table.

Shredded green peppers and potatoes, scrambled eggs with tomatoes and braised pigeon soup.

Judging from the appearance, it is excellent.

The thank you speech was very flattering, "It looks delicious. I will finish it tonight."

Meng Xingluan couldn't believe his appetite was so big.

The man first took a few partial pictures to make sure nothing was missed before serving Meng Xingluan some food.

After eating and sleeping, Meng Xingluan ate two bowls of rice, but it was already his third bowl of thanks for the banquet.

The two stir-fried dishes are almost finished, only the pigeon soup has some meat left and almost two small bowls of soup.

"Thank you for the banquet. If you can't eat it, don't eat it."

"I can still eat."

Meng Xingluan's thoughts will never be wasted.

Meng Xingluan just stared at the men eating gracefully. It was obviously the same as eating. Some of them devoured their food, while others were as elegant as princes.

After watching it for a while, Meng Xingluan took out his phone and started clearing messages as usual.

She is not a low-key person. Most of them gather in a period of time to reply to those unread messages.

The hot search on Weibo was the number one prediction she made during her last live broadcast.

Officials reported the bad deeds of the "Happy Family" and arrested them on charges of elder abuse.

The heartwarming scenes in that account were all illusions and scripts.

[I’m really pissed off. I bought a lot of things from their display window. Most of them were Sanwu products. I didn’t say anything about the problems. I just treated them as a good deed. But then you just told me that these are all products. Fake? Can I get my money back? Ahhhh, my thousands of dollars! 】

[I watched the live broadcast that day. If it hadn’t been for the explanation from a master, I’m afraid this old man would have been stigmatized for the rest of his life. 】

[Some people deserve to be orphans. Her biological parents had the foresight to abandon this white-eyed evil woman in advance, so sisters, don’t be too kind. 】

[If you catch him well, it’s best to pull him away and shoot him. 】

[So, when will the master’s last live broadcast be? 】

……

Meng Xingluan scrolled through the comments.

There are good and bad.

She was calm inside.

After a moment, she heard the sound of dishes and chopsticks being put down.

"I'm stuffed."

The thank-you speech was still as clear as before, and all the plates on the table were clean.

Not even a drop of soup was left in the casserole.

If he hadn't known his identity, he might have thought he was a hungry refugee from somewhere.

Meng Xingluan could see that he was very supportive.

After all, he ate twice as much as usual tonight.

Meng Xingluan thoughtfully took out a board of stomach and digestive tablets from the medicine box.

"Xiaoxiaoshi."

Late at night.

Meng Xingluan did not go to bed immediately after taking a shower.

She is looking up information on the computer.

Ten minutes later, she closed the computer.

I intended to grab a cup to get water, but found that there was not a drop of water in the water dispenser.

In desperation, I had to go to the refrigerator downstairs to get the drinks I had stocked in advance.

Her room is next door to Xie Yanci's.

When going downstairs, you have to pass outside the men's room.

It's just...the door is ajar, not closed.

The light inside leaked from the crack in the door, and the furnishings inside could be vaguely seen.

Meng Xingluan walked past without squinting, but the faint moan of pain in her ears forced her to stop.