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It was time for dinner when I woke up again. Han Qiaoan was woken up by hunger. Now that this is the case, Han Qiaoan is not a hypocritical person. She pushed the person who was hugging her, "I'm hungry, let's go make something to eat."

Wen Xingfeng actually woke up when Han Qiaoan woke up, and kissed Han Qiaoan lightly, "Good morning kiss."

Han Qiaoan blushed slightly, and buried her head in the quilt as if nothing had happened, "Yeah."

Knowing that Han Qiaoan was shy, Wen Xingfeng smiled and went out to make things, but when Han Qiaoan stood in the kitchen, he regretted it. He knows the pot, the frying spoon, and the oil. Although he can't tell the difference between salt and sugar, but, Most importantly, Wen Xingfeng didn't know how to operate it.

An hour later, Wen Xingfeng went upstairs with a bowl of porridge, sat on the side of the bed, poked the bulging quilt ball, "It's ready to eat."

Han Qiaoan woke up in a daze. Looking at the porridge in Wen Xingfeng's hand, he looked at it differently. It looked good, but it was a little thick.

After scooping up a spoonful and putting it in his mouth, Han Qiaoan's expression changed, and he forced himself to swallow it. The weird taste was completely indescribable, "What did you put in it?"

Wen Xingfeng stretched out a hand, and bent down the first finger, "I think white porridge might be very tasteless, so I added some sugar, but I didn't distinguish between sugar and salt, it was salty."

Bending the second finger, "So I put more sugar to cover the salty taste, but I put too much, it's too greasy."

Bending the third finger, "I don't know how to do it. I thought of the sweet and sour pork ribs I ate a few days ago. The sweet and sour taste was very good, so I added some white vinegar, but I didn't know how to do it. It was too much."

Bending the fourth finger, "I want to balance the sweet and sour, but it's too sweet."

The last hand bent down, "Finally, I gave up and added some water, imagining that it would be delicious, and then served it. Fortunately, the pot is still there, and this is the only utensil that I cook. down."

Han Qiaoan was speechless, "Won't you try it before bringing it up?"

Wen Xingfeng paused, "Because I'm afraid of stomach pain."

Han Qiaoan was a little moved at first, but the man made soup for himself, but now, Han Qiaoan felt wells popping out of his forehead, scooped up a mouthful of porridge and stuffed it into Wen Xingfeng's mouth, "You Aren't you afraid that my stomach hurts!"

Wen Xingfeng frowned and swallowed the porridge, then silently put the porridge aside, the two looked at each other speechlessly, Han Qiaoan sighed, since he met this man, he was the depressed one.

After resting, Wen Xingfeng was quite gentle last night. Although his body was still a little uncomfortable, it did not affect Han Qiaoan's activities in getting out of bed. With Wen Xingfeng's support, Han Qiaoan went downstairs and stood at the door of the kitchen. Han Qiaoan stopped. .

He finally understood how rare the only thing Wen Xingfeng said was. Behind Han Qiaoan, Wen Xingfeng looked at the kitchen and explained, "I wanted to make some side dishes for you, but the frying pan is broken. It was also burnt, and I tried many times, but I still only survived the pot of porridge."

Haha, really strong.

Helpless, the two had to go out to eat. Before leaving, Wen Xingfeng asked someone to clean it, and it was probably clean when he came back.

Sitting in the dining room, the two of them seriously considered their futures and had a showdown with each other. Wen Xingfeng's family is okay, and the Wen family has two sons, so they don't need to pay special attention to the issue of family succession and inheritance, as long as they find a way Just let the Wen family accept it.

However, Han Qiaoan is different. Although he does not have the status of the Wen family, all parents are the same. First of all, passing on the family line is a problem, and whether the parents can accept it is also a problem.

Just when Han Qiaoan was struggling, Wen Xingfeng's voice sounded in his ear, "Hey, grandpa, it's me. I fell in love with a man and I won't let him go. I love him. Anyway, I have a brother at home. Children and politics It’s up to brother, well, we’ll have a good time.”

Han Qiaoan did not react until Wen Xingfeng hung up the phone, "You're out of your mind!"