Splendid Rebirth: Good Morning Mrs. Fu

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Gu Ninghuan stared at the light, Fu Xishen's eyes were clear and vivid, and he didn't want to look away for a while.

Everyone likes to take a second look at beautiful things, not to mention that Fu Xishen is not ordinary.

After Fu Xishen applied the ointment for Gu Ninghuan, he got up to wash his hands, and waited until he came back.

Gu Ninghuan was no longer on the sofa. Looking at the empty sofa, he frowned slightly. Just as he was about to ask the maid where she was, he heard the sound of dishes clashing from the kitchen.

He stepped up to the kitchen and saw Gu Ninghuan sitting on a high stool, laboriously cutting the potatoes in his hand.

What are you doing here? Fu Xishen asked lightly.

Hearing his voice, Gu Ninghuan put down the kitchen knife in his hand, with a sweet smile on his lips: You didn't eat at night, so I want to make you some supper, otherwise your stomach may be starved .”

Fu Xishen turned his eyes slightly, and when he saw the messy vegetables she had cut, his brows frowned even tighter.

Gu Ninghuan realized that he was looking at the vegetables, and he was a little embarrassed to block them with his body, and said in a low voice, I don't cut them very well, but I promise, it must be edible!

Whether she was reborn or after rebirth, she didn't have much opportunity to practice cooking, but she had already searched for recipes on the Internet just now, and I believe that if she cooks it, it shouldn't be much different.

Fu Xi took a deep look at her, stepped forward and at the same time unbuttoned the cuffs, rolled up half of the sleeves, then picked up the kitchen knife she put down and began to cut.

Sitting beside him and staring at him, Gu Ninghuan felt that the potato, who was so disobedient under her knife just now, suddenly became obedient, and the shape that Fu Xi cut out was so beautiful that it was incredible.

Even the size of each diced potato is so uniform, as if someone measured it with a ruler before cutting it.

Fu Xishen's cooking was very quick, and two steaming bowls of noodles were quickly prepared. Gu Ninghuan wanted to reach out to help him take out the noodles, but before his fingers touched the edge of the bowl, Fu Xishen grabbed him. Pick it up and put it on the table seat.

Gu Ninghuan sat obediently, waiting for Fu Xishen to bring out two bowls of noodles, and he put one of them in front of her.

She picked up the chopsticks, rolled up a chopsticks of noodles, blew them, and put them in her mouth. The almost perfect taste made Gu Ninghuan feel so delicious that she couldn't help squinting her eyes.

Fu Xishen looked at her eating posture like a cat, and couldn't help but draw a slight curve on her lips.

Why do you know how to cook? Especially when the food is so delicious. Gu Ninghuan couldn't help asking, feeling that Fu Xishen's skills were against the sky.

Fu Xi took a deep bite of the noodles in the bowl, and replied without expression: If you cook too much, it will come naturally.

Gu Ninghuan nodded. Fu Xishen should have grown up as a star like her since she was a child. The only thing that gave him an opportunity to cook was probably the years when he went abroad to study.

I heard that in order to train him, the Fu family not only did not allow him to live in a house under the name of the Fu family, but even gave him very little living expenses.

These were the things her brother told her when she and Fu Xishen got engaged.

It must have been very difficult for him abroad in those years.