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The tap is open.

While washing vegetables, Meng Yan quietly searched on his phone: "How to wash vegetables cleanly so that my wife won't find fault with them."

But there is no substantive description at all, most of them just say to wash it several times with clean water,

That's right! Isn't it just washing vegetables? At most, I can wash them a few more times.

Meng Yan challenges himself to prepare food for the first time in his life.

Cut off the tails of the enoki mushrooms, perfect!

Make a cross on the mushroom head. Perfect!

Soak the black fungus, perfect!

The bean curd skin is cut into shreds, perfect!

Rinse all kinds of vegetables over and over again in a basin, easy!

There is no need to touch the meat, as they are all freshly cut thin meat rolls from the supermarket, including beef, lamb, and black chicken rolls.

Meng Yan imitated the way the housekeeper had arranged the vegetables on the plate and arranged them neatly.

I thought to myself: It turns out that cooking is so time-consuming. The simplest hotpot is so boring, and other complicated dishes are simply unimaginable.

I have to raise the wages of the chefs at home and at work! It’s not easy in any industry.

Gan Qi was sitting on the sofa in the living room, occasionally poking her head out to glance at her husband who was busy in the kitchen.

Meng Yan has broad shoulders and a thin waist. The way he lowers his head to prepare food, he exudes a unique masculine charm.

Gan Qi knew that he seldom went into the kitchen before. Even though he pretended to be calm and composed, she could tell at a glance whether a person cooked often.

She was training him on purpose.

Gan Qi wrapped herself in the blanket peacefully, and she suddenly realized that this kind of peaceful life was so solid!

I don’t know when, my heart, which had been wandering for many years, has finally become immersed in this little life filled with happiness.

Sleepy...

She slowly closed her eyes and heard the sound of vegetables being cut slowly coming from the kitchen.

"Hey..."

After Meng Yan finished cutting two potatoes, he suddenly realized: potatoes should not be cut into strips, but into thin slices!

He was busy preparing all kinds of meat and vegetables, and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

For my wife, to show my image as a good family man! What does this little bit of tiredness mean?

However, when he took the hot pot base out of the refrigerator, he was in trouble again.

Meng Yan secretly called Qin Feng.

"Boss Meng, do you have any instructions?"

"Qin Feng, I have a serious question for you. You must give me the correct answer."

Qin Feng: “Yes!”

Qin Feng felt nervous as he thought his boss had encountered some big problem.

Meng Yan: "When I make hot pot at home, can I just boil the hot pot base in water?"

"……what?"

It took Qin Feng more than ten seconds to realize that the boss was not talking nonsense.

"Hot pot base... um, I remember my mom used to add an extra step before making hot pot for me. She would fry the hot pot base in a wok with oil first. This way the hot pot would taste more fragrant."

"Is it?"

Need to fry it in advance? This was the first time Meng Yan heard of this. He stared at the hot pot base in his hand and fell into deep thought.

Qin Feng: "Nowadays, there is another popular way of eating among young people. After the hot pot base is boiled, add a piece of butter to make the whole taste more delicate and fragrant."

"Oh?"

Meng Yan remembered that there was indeed a piece of cream cake in the refrigerator that might come in handy.

Hearing the boss' silence, Qin Feng realized that this was too embarrassing for the boss. Who could have thought that the dignified Young Master Meng would study hot pot at home?

"Boss Meng, what I said is just hearsay, it may not really work. In fact, just put the hot pot base in the pot and boil it. Everyone does it this way. It's very simple."

"Oh, I see."

After hanging up the phone, Meng Yan hesitated for a moment and decided to follow the method Qin Feng mentioned at the beginning.

After all, I had the chance to show off my cooking skills, so how could I let my wife down?

You can’t compromise on the taste of your own wife!

The moment the hot pot base was put into the pot and stir-fried, the flames shot up high, scaring Meng Yan.

Fortunately, the situation was quickly brought under control, and a strong aroma of hot pot filled the kitchen.

Meng Yan felt that he was simply the most amazing genius in the world.

He put the fried base ingredients into the soup pot, and then added a few red dates and green onions into the pot just like the ones in the store.

Humph! If I hadn't been born in the Meng family and controlled the consortium, I, Meng Yan, would have become a cooking god~

Finally everything was ready. When Meng Yan returned to the living room, he found that his wife had fallen asleep on the sofa wrapped in a small blanket.

Gan Qi looks like a little angel when she sleeps, with soft and peaceful lines on her face.

Meng Yan slowly bent down and looked at her quietly.

In fact, it’s good to be an ordinary person. Living a warm life with my wife is ordinary and fulfilling.

Meng Yan looked at her for a long time, and when he knew she was asleep, he whispered softly in her ear: "You are really amazing. You can easily move my heart. I have never served a woman like this in my life, and I have never entered the kitchen for a woman."

He wanted to kiss her.

He wanted to leave his mark on her lips.

However, as soon as he lowered his head and his lips had not yet touched her soft skin, Gan Qi slowly opened her eyes.

"What? What did you just say..."

When their eyes met, Gan Qi was stunned to see that his handsome face was almost touching hers.

"nothing."

Meng Yan's voice was a thousand times gentler than usual.

He stretched out his slender fingers and gently stroked the tip of her upturned nose, the tenderness in his eyes could not be concealed at all.

Gan Qi half tilted her head back, her sparkling eyes making it impossible to look away.

"Mr. Meng, you smell like hot pot ingredients..."

Meng Yan:......

Looking down, Gan Qi saw that he was actually wearing her pink floral apron, and suddenly burst out laughing.

Meng Yan: It really ruins the atmosphere.

Gan Qi: "Hey, when did you put on this apron of mine? It's quite cute!"