Married life with Bakugo

"Why do the eggshells get in when I beat the eggs?" Baohao couldn't help asking when he saw that I was using chopsticks to pinch the eggshells out of the egg liquid bit by bit.

"I can't control my strength."

After a while, he returned to the kitchen to inspect: "What are you cutting cucumbers for?"

"Pinch the rice ball." I lowered my head and continued to cut.

"Leaving aside the fact that cucumbers are generally not used as fillings for rice balls, don't you think this cucumber is cut too big? It looks like it's going to be used as a facial mask."

"Then, then I'll cut it smaller." Clumsily cut into shreds with a knife.

He took a deep breath: "I'd better go outside and stay."

After about 15 minutes, he strolled in again: "How are you doing... why did you start washing the dishes? We haven't eaten yet, have we?"

I wanted to cry a bit: "I'm sorry Xiaosheng, the rice is too thin to hold the rice balls, I was busy cutting the meat when the eggs were scrambled, and the meat became mushy, and I couldn't eat anything in the end, we'd better go out after I cleaned up the kitchen Let's eat."

"Don't wash it," he turned off the tap and took my hand, "what's wrong with your hand?"

"I accidentally cut my hand while cutting the meat. I tried to take it out after the soup was cooked, but I burned my hand. It didn't hurt too much."

Finally, he was caught on the sofa to treat the wound.

"What the hell are you thinking? If you don't know how to cook, don't do it. Why are you so persistent and don't let me help?" He used a band-aid to cover my wound that was cut by the knife, and found scald ointment to apply to me. .

"I think... I want to help a little..." I don't know if this situation is normal, but I seem to have mild post-marital anxiety disorder, and I'm afraid that Xiao Sheng will gradually dislike me.

Especially since the two of us don’t have any similar hobbies. The more I thought about it, the more worried I became when I got back from Mr. Ivy’s car today. Ivy and Ms. Yazaki can talk about music, but I’m not very interested in Bakugo’s work. It is even more inconvenient to understand that some of them also involve confidential issues.

He works so hard every day and has to be responsible for cooking. I am really embarrassed to continue to be a salted fish.

So after I came back today, I ignored his objection and said that I would cook by myself.

As a result, it turned out to be like this, and in the end it had to go out to eat.

"I will practice more and gradually improve." My mother said that cooking, like everything else, requires practice.

"Don't practice! Do you think you still practice this hand? Just wait for me, I will cook it for you in the future, admit it, you don't have any talent for cooking." He laughed at me mercilessly.

"But, I can't... I can't cook for the rest of my life..." I said dejectedly.

He took it for granted: "Why not?"

"...In this case, I won't be able to help Xiaosheng share the housework."

"What useless things are you worrying about in your mind all day? I married you because I like you and I don't need a nanny to take care of you. I can cook for you. When you are busy, you can go out to eat or ask the housekeeper to come home Help, what are you struggling with such a simple matter?" He stretched out his claws, and I knew he wanted to pinch my face again.

Turning passive into active, I quickly hugged him and buried my face in his shoulder, haha, so I can't pinch him.

"Xiao Sheng, will you always be so good to me?" Like an insecure child, I urgently need a firm vow.

Being pushed down by me on the sofa, he put his hands on my back to make our bodies stick closer together: "No."

"What? You—" I'm going to make a fuss.

He let out a mischievous laugh: "I will treat you better."

I backhanded and started pulling on his belt.

"Hey, you haven't had dinner yet."

"Don't eat, eat this." I gently pressed down with the heel of my palm.

He snorted and laughed, "Pervert." His pointed canine teeth were exposed.

To some extent, this sofa has really witnessed our "growth". Well, it's time to change the sofa cushions again.

I was captured by a ferocious wild animal with golden hair and aggressive red eyes.

The legs are raised.

The teeth marks of beasts were left on the heels.

I am his dinner.

The car was driving on a bumpy road, and the objects in my sight were shaking up and down, and I gasped: "It's okay, Xiaosheng, it's okay."

"You can do it, but I can't." He lowered his head and exchanged a deep kiss with me, "Hey, wait a little longer, let me... a little longer." Because it was on the sofa, he was worried that I would catch a cold, so the temperature of the air conditioner was not high enough. Tuned too low.

At this moment, his cheeks were flushed, the broken hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, and there was a mixture of comfort and eagerness on his face, giving him a strange sense of intoxication.

He would call me "be good" at this time, and usually he would just frown and say I'm gross when asked to call me that.

I want to eat, I'm a little hungry.

I was carried by him to take a bath, soaked in the hot water and fell asleep.When I woke up, I changed into pajamas and slept on a clean and soft bed, and the meal was ready.White sticky rice is covered with fried golden chicken chops, a few leaves of green vegetables are used as a foil, and wavy salad dressing is poured on top.

There is also a bowl of thick soup on the side, sprinkled with finely chopped green onions.

If the gender is reversed, Baohao is the snail girl.

I stood at the table and rubbed my eyes, trying to wake myself up.

"Are you awake? I was just about to call you. Come and eat quickly. I also admired you when you fell asleep halfway through the shower." He stuffed chopsticks into my hand, "Sit down and eat."

"Oh..." I can't blame me for being raised and disabled.

After eating, I was pacing in the living room to digest, and suddenly thought: "Should I apply to an institution after get off work to learn something special?"

"What do you want to learn?"

"You see, although I don't have much talent in cooking, maybe I'm good at making desserts?"

Bakugou gave me a "you're dreaming" look.

"How about dancing? Taekwondo?"

He pondered for a moment: "Then it's more reliable for you to learn how to make desserts."

I'm not happy: "You look down on me so much?"

"It's not a question of looking down on you. Look at your small body, and think about how I let you exercise for more than 20 minutes every day. I advise you to give up the sports that involve too much exercise as soon as possible." He said very meaningfully. Reasonable, I suspect that after the first day of class, I will drop out the next day.

If the amount of exercise is not so scary, it should be: "Otherwise, I will go to practice yoga?"

As if he heard something interesting, he felt a pair of canine ears growing out of his prickly hair, and he moved a few times: "Can this exercise increase flexibility?"

I'm not too sure: "Should it be possible?"

"Then just learn this." He said solemnly.

"really?"

"Actually, you don't need to rush to find other things that suit you. Aren't you talented in painting? You can just work on it when you have time... But you don't like to move. Painting I need to lie on the table for a long time, um, I’d better sign up for a yoga class to exercise.” After talking a lot, he turned back to the original point.

"I see, so I'll go to consult tomorrow. But Xiaosheng, why are you so obsessed with flexibility?" My mind wandered to a bad place. Could this be the legendary after-effects of driving?

"Isn't this very good? It can exercise your body and increase your flexibility. Your flexibility is already very good. If you practice more, you will be able to make more difficult movements, so you will be more comfortable when doing &&." He was actually very calm She readily admitted the colored little Jiujiu in her heart.

My face turned black, and I slapped his head with a palm: "My super flexibility is not just for this!"

Finally, I signed up for a yoga class near my home, and the teacher was a middle-aged woman with a lot of temperament.

The cost of the class is based on the number of times, and the time is two hours from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] in the evening. It doesn’t matter if you have time or not.

This mode is really suitable for lazy people like me who sometimes want to go and don't want to go.

I enrolled in the elementary class, and the teacher taught relatively simple movements. Although I was a little tired after finishing, the soreness was not so strong, and I slept very well at night, even earlier than Baohao. Happy.

Exercise still has some effect. Regular perspiration every night makes my skin better, and the original pale appearance finally has a rosy luster.

I fell in love with yoga classes, and I couldn't wait to run home after work every day.And every time before leaving get off work, I can always meet Mr. Ivy who comes to pick up Ms. Yazaki.

I thought that according to this development momentum, the two of them would send me a wedding post soon, but they quarreled and it was quite serious.

Although Mr. Ivey gave me an uncomfortable feeling, he still looks gentle. Among the people I know, Ms. Yazaki has a good temper.

So I still find it a bit miraculous that two people like this can quarrel.

"Miss Yazaki, drink something, don't be angry." I poured her some water.

Her eyes are very red, and her long black hair, which is always smooth, is a little fluffy, like a wronged bunny: "Thank you, Nana."

"You're welcome." I scratched my head, I had never comforted others before, let alone a girl who was broken in love, so I didn't know what to do.Do you want to ask her the reason for the quarrel?Will issues involving privacy be hated?

"Nai Nai, why do all boys look like this." She sobbed softly.

"This one……"

"They're all bastards!" She drank all the water and slammed the glass on the table, obviously drinking water but with the air of drinking.

Before I asked, she began to explain the reason to herself: "When I went to find him yesterday, the person who opened the door was a very beautiful girl."

"Pretty girl!"

"Yes," Ms. Yazaki smiled bitterly, "That girl also said that they were boyfriend and girlfriend, and asked who I was. He was just playing with me! He doesn't like me at all! Nana, I seem to be forced to be the first Three."

"This is too much! Ms. Yazaki, don't cry, and find a better boyfriend than him in the future to piss him off." It's too much and wicked to let an unknowing girl be a third party, no wonder Ms. Yazaki cried so sadly.

"So did he call to explain something?"

Ms. Yazaki sniffed: "I don't know, I blocked all the contact information. Maybe he still doesn't know what happened. After all, I went to see him secretly yesterday."

I comforted her for a while, and when I came back to my senses, I realized that I had no time to rush back to yoga class.

Today I can only temporarily skip class for a day.

As soon as Ms. Yazaki left, Mr. Ivy rushed over.

For this kind of scumbag, I am too lazy to show a good face: "Mr. Ivy, we are closing, please come back tomorrow."

"Miss Ueno, is Ayako gone?" Ayako is Miss Yazaki's name.

"It's already gone, so please come back tomorrow-what are you doing!" He grabbed my wrist, "This is a misunderstanding, that girl is my sister, she was just joking, Ayako suddenly sent a message at noon today Scolding me and blocking all my contact information, I asked my sister a few words before I found out the truth of the matter."

...Why does it sound like an idol drama?I felt like he made it up, but I still coped with it: "Okay, okay, I understand, let go of your hand, you hurt my wrist."

"I'm sorry." He looked around, "Miss Ueno, are you the only one in the store now?"