Really young master, he came to the pride gate

Song Fanyin finally went into the kitchen. First, he reconciled the noodles for the scallion pancake. After thinking about it, he made it anyway. Then he took out the casserole and boiled a nest of white porridge, planning to stir-fry two more vegetarian dishes.

Huo Chiyan smelled the scent in the kitchen, curled his lips, got up, walked to the door of the kitchen, and looked at the people in the kitchen quietly with his dark eyes.

The tall and thin young man stood busy in front of the counter, wearing an apron on his chest, making his waist look even thinner.

He was chopping vegetables, his movements were neat and smooth, and he was indescribably attractive.

He admired it for a while, then said slowly, "Want to help?"

Song Fanyin had already noticed Huo Chiyan's arrival, and without turning his head, he said lazily, "No need."

After a pause of two seconds, he turned his head again, with sneering phoenix eyes, "After all, in order to eat this meal, Mr. Huo even used up acting, so how could he have the nerve to let you do it yourself."

It's not embarrassing for Huo Chiyan to be exposed, his face is still indifferent and cold, "I'll help you serve the food."

Song Fanyin glanced at him, too lazy to argue, pointed to the cooked porridge, "Take out the porridge."

Huo Chiyan's eyes flashed, he walked over, and grabbed the handle of the casserole.

The scorching temperature came, and he immediately retracted his hand.

Song Fanyin looked at it with cold eyes, "Don't you know how to use a heat insulation pad?"

Huo Chiyan twirled his fingers, and stretched out in front of Song Fanyin, "I'm burned, what should I do?"

Song Fanyin cursed secretly, grabbed Huo Chiyan's hand, and put it under the faucet.

The sound of water splashing, the freezing temperature took away the burning sensation on the fingers.

Huo Chiyan raised his eyes, looked at Song Fanyin's beautiful side face, his voice was slightly hoarse, "I thought you wouldn't care about me."

Song Fanyin rolled his eyes, seeing that he was almost rushed, he shook off Huo Chiyan's hand.

"You are sick, I can't argue with a person with a sick mind."

Huo Chiyan was ridiculed, but he didn't get angry, and curled the corner of his lower lip in a good mood.

Song Fanyin took the oil pan, poured the vegetables into it, and lazily glanced at him, "Is it weird after you're done? Can you go out?"

It's a pity that Huo Chiyan has such a good-looking face, and his brain is also full of bubbles.

Huo Chiyan hummed, picked up the insulation pad, and took out the porridge.

Just as Uncle Zhong and Mama Zhong put Huo Chiyan's things into the second bedroom according to Song Fanyin's instructions, they smelled a seductive fragrance when they went downstairs.

He walked into the kitchen and looked at Song Fanyin in disbelief, his expression seemed to be dreaming.

"Husband... ma'am, can you cook?"

impossible?Isn't Madam not even going into the kitchen?

Song Fanyin fried the dishes, took out the scallion pancakes from the battery pan, handed them to Zhong Ma, motioned for her to take them out, and nodded politely.

"know a little."

Uncle Zhong rubbed his nose, which was really itchy from the scent, and said in a daze: "Madam, it seems that she is only a little bit skilled."

The aroma is almost as good as the food in the hotel.

Song Fanyin hooked his lips and smiled.

Uncle Zhong said with a cheeky face, "Ma'am, your loyal mother and I didn't eat either, can we have some too?"

He only ate a bowl of noodles in the afternoon, and he wasn't hungry at first, but looking at the oily and fragrant scallion pancakes, he felt that he was crazy hungry.

Song Fanyin was about to agree, but Huo Chiyan, who came in to serve the food, turned cold and said in a deep voice, "Uncle Zhong, you are old, so you can't eat too much at night."

It took a lot of effort and a lifetime of acting to let Song Fanyin cook such a meal, and he was reluctant to give it to others.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling a little sad and jealous.

Obviously he is Song Fanyin's...ex-husband, why are Carl and Zhou Shao so lucky to be able to eat Song Fanyin's cooking?

Song Fanyin glanced at Huo Chiyan, ignored him, and said to Zhong Bo: "Of course, I just do a lot."

Huo Chi said: "..."

These meals are obviously his.

Uncle Zhong pretended not to see Huo Chiyan's murderous eyes, and happily rushed into the kitchen to get the chopsticks.

Song Fanyin simply fried two more vegetarian dishes.

Zhongbo Zhongma had already sat down at the dining table, and when she saw him coming, she immediately got up, "Ma'am, sit down quickly."

Song Fanyin put the dishes on the table and waved his hands, "Eat, I'm not hungry."

He doesn't have high requirements for food, and he has also eaten takeaway in the evening.

Huo Chiyan pursed his lower lip, and said in an orderly tone, "Let's eat together, or Uncle Zhong and Mama Zhong won't eat either."

Zhongbo and Zhongma immediately looked at him eagerly.

Song Fanyin: "..."

He reluctantly sat down at the table.

Huo Chiyan first picked up a piece of scallion pancake and put it in the small dish in front of Song Fanyin before he started eating.

He was obviously very hungry, and he ate very quickly, but it was not ugly, but rather noble and elegant.

Song Fanyin didn't have any appetite, so he tore off a small piece of scallion pancake and put it in his mouth. After seeing that there was more than half of it left, he simply threw it into Huo Chiyan's small dish.

Huo Chiyan glanced at him, "Don't want to eat?"

Song Fanyin responded lazily, "Not hungry."

Huo Chiyan didn't force it anymore, and ate half of the scallion pancake he gave him.

In less than 10 minutes, a nest of porridge, a scallion pancake, and four vegetarian dishes were all eaten.

Uncle Zhong held his stuffed stomach and sighed: "Madam, your craftsmanship is really good."

The taste of this scallion pancake is simply amazing.

Hey, let's just say, such a good wife, why does the young master insist on getting a divorce?Isn't it delicious to be able to eat such a delicious meal every day?

To sum it up, there is only one sentence, his young master really did it.

Zhong Ma also nodded with a smile, "That's right, madam is very skilled. The young master is really lucky."

Huo Chiyan was full of displeasure.

Koufu, where did he come from? After three years of marriage, Song Fanyin didn't even make him a bowl of instant noodles.

But Song Fanyin did it for Karl, and from what Karl said, the two seemed to have known each other for a long time.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help raising his eyes and looked at Song Fanyin.

Song Fanyin rested his chin on one hand and was looking at his mobile phone. Sensing Huo Chiyan's gaze, he raised his head and raised his eyebrows lazily.

"Look at what?"

Huo Chiyan withdrew his gaze, "It's okay."

Song Fanyin didn't care, seeing that everyone had finished eating, he got up and walked upstairs.

Huo Chiyan wiped his hands, followed closely behind, planning to go back to the room together.

Uncle Zhong suddenly remembered, and said, "Master, just now Madam asked me to pack up all your things, and now put them in the second bedroom."

Huo Chiyan's footsteps stopped abruptly, his eyelids lifted coldly, "What did you say?"

Uncle Zhong looked blank, "Master, have your ears been bad lately? I said Madam asked me to move your things to the second bedroom. Madam said that you are now divorced and it is inappropriate to live together."

Huo Chi said: "..."

Uncle Zhong didn't seem to see his terrifying face, and continued: "By the way, Madam also said that you should move out as soon as possible. Now this house belongs to him."

Huo Chi said: "..."

He shouldn't have asked for a divorce in the first place.