After being cheated on, I had a flash marriage with a chaebol prince

Cheng Yi Nian frowned, and her mind suddenly flashed back to the time when she was with Ling Zhan. In the following two years, he almost had nothing to say to her. The most common thing he said to her every day was, "Let's go cook." 'These three words.

Therefore, she had a conditioned dislike, even disgust, for these three words.

She frowned and was about to refuse when she heard Si Qingmo say, "How about you take a rest first and I'll do the preparations first."

After saying that, he walked towards the kitchen and asked, "What do you need? Crack the eggs? What else? Peel and cut tomatoes?"

Hearing his words, the anger in Cheng Yinian's chest suddenly dissipated.

She said: "Crack the eggs and add salt, peel the tomatoes and cut them into pieces. Also, get a handful of green vegetables and chop some green onions."

"Okay." Si Qingmo nodded, took an apron, put it on, and got busy in the kitchen.

Cheng Yinian was not in a hurry to go to work. He just stood at the door of the kitchen and looked at Si Qingmo. Although his movements were a little slower, he was still quite organized. He was much better than Ling Zhan. Apart from eating, Ling Zhan also Nothing.

Si Qingmo looked up and saw Cheng Yinian standing at the door of the kitchen looking at him. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Why? Don't trust me? I'm better than you. Go ahead and don't block my light here."

Cheng Yinian curled her lips, turned and left the kitchen door. She did not rest, but continued to make clothes.

Si Qingmo finished the preparations and called her in the kitchen, "Chef Cheng Yinian, it's your turn to go online."

Cheng Yinian put down the scissors in his hands, got up and went to the kitchen, washing his hands first.

Si Qingmo took off his apron and put it on Cheng Yinian.

His hands went from her front to her back, tying her belt, as if he were holding her in his arms.

They were very close, and she could smell the faint scent of his body. He didn't smoke, so it wasn't like the scent of tobacco in novels or TV series, nor was it mint, but something unique to him. A kind of smell, this smell is a bit fascinating.

Cheng Yinian thought, this is probably what everyone calls hormones.

I had hugged Ling Zhan before, but he always liked to spray all kinds of expensive perfumes, and his whole body smelled of technology.

At this moment, Cheng Yinian only felt that this man was very real.

Her eyes fell on his Adam's apple. The man didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. In short, he swallowed and his Adam's apple rolled, which was particularly sexy.

Her hand unconsciously wanted to touch his Adam's apple, but just as she raised her hand, before it fell, Si Qingmo suddenly said, "Oh, no, it's tied in a knot."

Cheng Yinian reached out and touched the strap on the back of the apron. It was tied tightly for her. She was speechless, "What can you do? It's nothing."

Si Qingmo said helplessly: "I'll cut it for you later. You make food first. I'm really hungry."

Cheng Yinian picked up the spatula and started frying the eggs.

She sprinkled some chopped green onion into the egg liquid, and when the oil was extremely hot, she poured the eggs in without stirring them. She just waited for the eggs to set their shape, then flipped them over and fried them. When the outer skin of the eggs was crispy, She quickly turned off the heat, took out the eggs, sautéed the tomatoes until all the juices came out, added water, cooked the noodles, and then covered the pot.

While she was doing this, Si Qingmo was watching from the side.

Si Qingmo didn't know what was going on, whether it was because the light in the kitchen was a warm yellow or something. At this moment, he just felt warm in his heart, and he really felt like home.

Unlike his home in Beicheng, this was his and hers' small home. In addition to being warm, it also made him feel extra at ease.

He has been taken good care of by his family since he was a child. He has eaten a lot of delicacies from the mountains and seas, and has eaten meals cooked by Michelin chefs, but he has never eaten meals cooked by his own mother. He has lived a rich and exquisite life, but It's not what he wants. He has always wanted to live like an ordinary person's life and eat a meal that tastes like his mother's.

He leaned against the kitchen wall and stared at her quietly for a long time.

He suddenly felt that this was actually quite good.

Perhaps, he should try to really live with Cheng Yi Nian and have another child in the future...

The more he thought about it, the more he felt surprisingly happy.

This kind of happiness is much milder than the happiness brought by money, honor, and power. It is a comfortable feeling.

"Okay." Cheng Yinian suddenly said.

Si Qingmo collected his thoughts, walked over and looked at the noodles in the pot. They were the same as the ones he ate last time, full of color, flavor and flavor.