Sick big boss's palm is petted and milky

Su Yan recalled that once before, he secretly cooked snail noodles in the room, and Huang Jinye suddenly pushed the door open and entered.

At that time, brother Aye covered his nose, showed a serious expression of worry and disgust, and asked, "Yanyan, did the toilet in your room explode?"

At that time, Su Yan was holding a piece of snow-white snail powder in his mouth. When he heard this sentence, he subconsciously sucked the noodles into his mouth and looked at him innocently.

Even though the room was stinky, Ah Ye resisted the stink and "rescued" him from the room, and even seriously called the person in charge of flushing the toilet.

As a result, after making the phone call, Huang Jinye found that the outside of the room was still smelly.

Turning around following the source of the smell, I happened to see Su Yan holding a small heat-insulated pot, drinking the soup inside with an innocent face, and making pleasant chewing sounds.

It turned out that it wasn't the toilet that exploded, but his baby was enjoying it...

sh...

……

"If you want to eat, I'll cook it." Huang Jinye quietly pulled out an NP95 mask from the medicine box.

But Su Yan still noticed this tiny move.He obviously hated the taste of snail noodles, but he was still willing to cook for himself. The young man was a little shaken.

But on the surface, he still pretended to be angry: "Eat..."

"But...I don't want to eat strong flavors now, so don't put sour bamboo shoots."

"Okay." Huang Jinye agreed.

Although I don't know what sour bamboo shoots are, the name should be written on the packaging bag.

After Su Yan waited in the room for 2 minutes, he gradually felt uneasy.

He was afraid that Huang Jinye would blow up the kitchen again by cooking noodles, so he picked up a warm water bag and ran down.

The lights in the dining room were not turned on, and there was a faint yellow warm light in the adjacent kitchen, and the sound of boiling water bubbling could be heard in the distance.

Because the glass on the kitchen door was made of frosted material, Su Yan couldn't see the people inside very clearly, he could only vaguely see the upright figure of the man and the white mask on his face.

……

In the kitchen, Huang Jinye carefully cooked the snail noodles according to the instructions.

Boil for 10 minutes first, pour out the water, then refill the water, sprinkle in the seasoning packet, cook until the water boils, and then eat.

After following the steps one by one, the rest is to put the seasoning.

Even though he had already put on a mask, Huang Jinye took a deep breath, held his breath, and carefully opened a seasoning packet with the words "Yuba" written on it.

I didn't smell feces during the cooking of the noodles just now, so the source of the feces smell should come from one of the seasoning packets.

Very good, bean curd sticks are not smelly.

Very good, this peanut is also okay.

This soup dumpling seems to be less offensive.

……

After putting the ingredients in order, he knew that Su Yan couldn't eat spicy food, so Huang Jinye only added a few drops of spicy oil to it to enhance the flavor.

The whole process of cooking the noodles was safe and sound, and Huang Jinye didn't smell the strange smell of feces until it was boiled again.

So the stench he smelled was...

Huang Jinye's eyes fell on the sour bamboo shoots in the corner of the bag.

Picking up the bag of sour bamboo shoots with his slender fingers, Huang Jinye stared at it.

Suddenly, he took off his mask, his tight lips loosened, revealing a slight smile.

Look, his baby is still angry while talking, but he is still reluctant to part with him.

In the past, outsiders thought he was the one who doted on Su Yan.But in fact, the person who is favored is often himself.

"Are you alright? After eating, I'm going to find Lulu. The nanny called and said that she has to go home before 10 o'clock."

Outside the kitchen, Su Yan's urging voice came.

"Okay." Huang Jinye suddenly felt that his chest was no longer tight when he spoke, and he was no longer short of breath. He poured the snail powder into a large bowl, sprinkled some sesame seeds on it, and took it out.

Opening the kitchen door, Su Yan was sitting at the dining table, holding a rabbit hand warmer in his hand, with his feet dangling in the air boringly.

It's like a child whose homework was checked when he was a child was checked by his elders. Huang Jinye sat opposite, staring at Su Yan as he picked up a stick of powder into his mouth, and watched Su Yan's small throat slide down, scooped up Drink a spoonful of soup.

"Is it tasty?"

"It's okay." Su Yan said in a flat and concise manner, and started to eat sullenly.

Huang Jinye heaved a sigh of relief.

Bowing his head, he sent a text message to Yun Lai:

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