After crossing, I became the sweet pastry of the wealthy

Song Jin'an had to work before inviting two children to dinner.

In addition to painting for the top, it is to dub the major film and television.He is now a well-known figure in the entertainment industry.

Let's not talk about his eye-catching looks, but his piano sound that fits the plot is enough for many big productions to flock to.

In other free time, Song Jin'an studied cooking in the kitchen.

It's really hard to squat on the ground and look at the black charcoal in the trash can!These kitchen appliances are modern!It is simply the nightmare of an ancient person who can't cook.

Moreover, there are so many instructional videos on the Internet that his brain hurts watching them.

Finally, on an ordinary night, after Fu Chengwang returned home, he ate the first successful dish made by Song Jin'an.

It's just that Song Jin'an didn't say clearly that he did it.His plan was that after Fu Chengwang ate it, he pretended to casually ask how he felt, and then when Fu Chengwang said it was delicious or praised it, he would show that he made it himself.

Song Jin'an served the dishes diligently on the table, smilingly waiting for Fu Chengwang to sit down before moving his chopsticks.In order not to be exposed, Song Jin'an deliberately ignored the dish he cooked and ate something else directly.

After Fu Chengwang sat down, he immediately stretched out his chopsticks towards the dish Song Jin'an made, because it was short ribs, the only dish Fu Chengwang liked more.

Song Jin'an concentrated on eating his own food, but all his attention was on Fu Chengwang.

Fu Chengwang chewed, slowed down, and after spitting out the bones, he asked, "Auntie Housekeeping's hand hurt?"

"Ah?" Song Jin'an, who was about to follow the script, was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to realize, "No, why do you ask that?"

Fu Chengwang frowned slightly, and said, "How can you make this pork ribs so unpalatable? I almost lost my appetite."

Song Jinan...

His expression froze, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Oh... Maybe it's because you're not feeling well, so let's put it aside and don't eat it." Song Jin'an said reluctantly.

Fu Chengwang nodded in agreement: "I can't eat it, I'll take it to the kitchen, otherwise I can imagine the taste when I look at it."

Looking at Fu Chengwang's heartless back holding the short ribs, Song Jin'an gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice: "Fu Chengwang! You will never want to eat my cooking in your life!"

After the meal, Fu Chengwang went to wash the dishes. Ever since he had a wife, he has always washed the dishes by hand. He has never used the dishwasher again, and he has never bought it again when he moved to a new house.

The first is that Song Jin'an thinks that it is not as clean as washing by hand, and the second is that Fu Chengwang also thinks that it may not be clean. If the dishwashing liquid on the dishes is not thoroughly washed, how dare you use it for your daughter-in-law.

In fact, it's all psychological.Mr. Fu also euphemistically said that this is because if you fall in love with someone, you will be cautious unconsciously.

Mr. Fu threw the changed clothes into the washing machine, and when he returned to the bedroom, he saw Song Jin'an kneeling on the ground with his butt sticking out, looking for something.

Fu Chengwang suddenly lightened his steps, with a smirk on his lips, walked behind Song Jin'an, half bent down, and put his arms around Song Jin'an's waist.

"I'll go!" Song Jin'an exclaimed.

"Baby, did you swear just now?" Fu Chengwang stared wider than usual because of his surprise.

Song Jin'an kicked Fu Chengwang away angrily, and rolled his eyes: "Then don't scare me all of a sudden!"

"What are you doing?" Fu Chengwang squatted down and looked at the carpet.

Song Jin'an sighed: "I was sewing a sachet, and the needle fell off, and I couldn't find it. How about you step on it with your feet to see if it is tied, so that you don't have to look for it on your stomach, and your waist hurts. "

Fu Chengwang:? ?

The world is going downhill, people's hearts are not old!She even asked her husband to step on the needle with his foot!Is that human being?Fu Cheng was silent for a moment, then got down on the knees and helped Song Jin'an find the needle.

After finding it, Song Jin'an continued to sit back and make his own little sachet, and Fu Chengwang wiped the thin sweat from his forehead.Touching Song Jin'an's soft hair, "Do you want to drink milk?"

Song Jin'an raised his head, his eyes were like arrows: "What kind of milk are you drinking! What a pervert!" After saying that, he gave him a hard "Bah", and ran to the study with his little basket in his arms.

Fu Chengwang looked blank, what did he say to him?Isn't it just asking if you drink milk?If he drinks, he goes down to soak?Why is it a pervert?

After thinking for a while, Fu Chengwang suddenly realized, "Oh... this little thing, what does he think about every day?"

Weird yellow, but he likes it!

He went downstairs to fiddle for a while, and took the milk to Song Jin'an's room.

After Song Jin'an saw the glass of milk, he realized belatedly that what the two of them were talking about just now was not the same kind of milk at all!

He blushed, he was ashamed!

Fu Chengwang looked at Song Jin'an's little face slowly turning red, and asked in a good mood: "Do you want more?"

Song Jin'an quickly shook his head: "No, I don't want to drink so much water at night."

"Huh? That may not be up to you." Fu Chengwang said with a smile, then picked up Song Jin'an and went to the room.

Breathing steadily: "Now, go drink milk."