"don't want."
Su Wanyu refused directly, "I want to eat noodles."
No one could refuse her request when she spoke softly. She looked extremely pitiful at the moment. "But I don't want to eat this noodle."
Song Jihuai: "..."
He has a slight headache.
But he was already used to it, so he patiently asked, "So what do you want to eat? If you have any other requests, please tell me."
After a pause, Song Jihuai figured something out, "How about I do it for you?"
"May I?"
Su Wanyu looked at Song Jihuai and blinked.
"I'll do it now."
Song Jihuai understood what the little girl meant and stood up immediately, but when he reached the door, he became worried about the little girl being alone in the room.
After all, it is a suite and has a kitchen.
So Song Jihuai quickly asked the hotel to send up seasonings and ingredients, then put on an apron and personally went to the kitchen to prepare Su Wanyu's dinner.
He couldn't cook originally.
But ever since the sweet and sour pork ribs he had last time, it felt like his Ren and Du meridians had been opened up, especially since it was made for the little girl he had been thinking about.
Just look at Su Wanyu's expression at this moment.
No matter who saw it, they would only feel that Su Wanyu was wronged.
Song Jihuai was at the kitchen door.
Su Wanyu thought about it, stood up and walked to the kitchen. Seeing her husband treating noodles in the kitchen as carefully and seriously as if he was treating a business worth tens of billions, she couldn't help but smile.
She turned on the camera and pressed the shutter.
“Crack.”
The picture freezes.
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