The night was long and sleepless, and early the next morning, Chen Yanming, whose limp was not obvious, held his lovely wife in his arms.
My beautiful wife was wearing a silky white nightgown. The pearly hazy color of her dress was not as attractive as the charming spring scenery of her slightly exposed shoulders.
Looking at his wife tightly in his arms, the man squinted and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Obviously, he began to wonder who was taking the opportunity to sow discord between him and his wife with ill intentions.
The person in his arms seemed to feel his cold gaze, and rubbed her husband's chest anxiously. Her lips, which were more red and delicate than usual, opened slightly, and she muttered a few words unconsciously in a low voice, then fell asleep again.
My wife was obviously tired last night. After her domineering performance in bed, she came to her senses and her feeling of being a man with a sympathetic wife came back.
The man who was always wavering between taking and giving kissed his wife's rosy cheek as a comfort.
He got up stealthily. Even though he had lost his memory, it did not prevent Chen Yanming from being a virtuous husband and happily cooking for his wife.
"Sister Zhao, you're here so early!"
The sky gets bright late in winter, and Chen Yanming got up early because he was happy, but it was still dark outside.
The kitchen area had been occupied by someone else long ago. The man stood outside the kitchen, looking at Aunt Zhao who had invaded his territory first.
Thinking that during the time I was away, it must have been Sister Zhao who took care of my wife.
How should I put it? I felt a smacking taste in my heart. While I was grateful for her diligently taking care of my wife, I also felt a little sour in my heart.
A sour look came over him, and he smiled as he looked at Sister Zhao, who stopped what she was doing and turned around to hear the sound, and then walked in.
"Sir, you've arrived just in time. When you were not around, Madam always missed the little buns you made. The filling I prepared was always a little off in taste, so your arrival is just right."
Aunt Zhao likes to make Chinese breakfast. The older generation always thinks that Western breakfast is just a showpiece that looks good but is not practical.
It’s nothing like Chinese breakfast, which has both meat and vegetables and feels so good to eat.
I came early today. The dough has been mixed and is rising over there, and the dishes are ready and I'm preparing the seasoning.
I heard the noise and turned around to see, oh! What a coincidence!
After hearing what Aunt Zhao said, Shen Yanming was not only not angry, but his heart felt as sweet as if he had eaten honey.
Is there anything more exciting than your wife praising your cooking skills?
No!
The man strode into the large kitchen, and did not forget to put on an apron around his waist as usual.
In fact, before Chen Yanming met his beautiful wife and took over the family business, he was a rich young master. After taking over the family business, he became a decisive and efficient president. How could he have time to cook?
Breakfast and dinner are usually eaten at the old house, and lunch is usually a hotel set meal ordered by the secretary.
Later, when he got married, the man found his wife unsuitable. His wife was in such poor health and he couldn't cook. Wouldn't it make him look like a useless husband?
In order to take good care of his wife, there is also a bit of possessiveness that comes from being a man.
Anyway, since then, Mr. Shen, who had taken some time off before getting married, actively signed up for a housekeeping class in Shanghai that had a particularly good reputation. He claimed that he could cook well in three months.
Shen Yanming is a smart man with good hands-on skills. If nothing goes wrong, he will be able to become a master in three months.
After marriage, men automatically take over all the household chores, including but not limited to laundry, cooking, feeding the dog, washing dishes, cleaning, and a series of trivial household chores.
He enjoys his work and his self-sacrifice for his family is many times greater than that of other men.
Their efforts were not in vain. The family harmony and the depth of the couple's affection are far beyond that of ordinary families in Shanghai.
Therefore, a good family cannot be separated from the hard work of men.
"Sister Zhao, who comes to our house often while I'm away?"
Gathered in front of the long square island, Aunt Zhao rolled out the dough while Chen Yanming skillfully made buns, making a small bun in just a few seconds.
Aunt Zhao listened to the master's words and did not think much about it, and her hands did not stop moving.
Talking about the young guys who visited, they were all good-looking, with long legs, thin waists and big butts. Oh my god.
Youth is the prime of life, and the most important thing is to be a good person!
When the host asked this question, Aunt Zhao thought to herself, I have to have a good talk with the host. I made the right friend.
"Mr. Shen, I'm not saying too much. All your brothers and friends have nothing to say. Mr. Shen got your instructions and came here every day when you just left."
"Mr. Shen never comes back empty-handed, always bringing food, drinks, and other necessities. Madam was in a rather low mood when you first left, and I felt so sorry for her. Mr. Shen took her out for a walk for two or three days without saying anything, and she felt much better after that..."
When Aunt Zhao talked about Chen Yanqing, the man making dumplings didn't think much about it.
He knew that with his personality, he would definitely ask someone to take care of his young wife, and his younger brother was the best choice.
He was worried about other people, which was confirmed by the fact that he had transferred money to his brother before. The man listened to the next words without changing his expression.
There were only about five or six young men and a pretty girl, and Aunt Zhao knew them all by name every day.
"Mr. Zhao is a good person. During the time when my husband was in trouble, Mr. Zhao came to visit every day, bringing food and drinks and comforting my wife not to worry too much. He is a really good person and is very patient."
"There are also Mr. Zhou, Mr. Lu, Mr. Bai, and, oh, yes, Mr. Jing and his sister..."
Aunt Zhao, who was rolling out dough with her eyelids drooping, spoke excitedly, but the man who was wrapping the buns looked increasingly unsightly.
He was not stupid and could easily sense that something was wrong.
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