225: C225 Cooking in the Kitchen

C225 Cooking in the Kitchen

Nan Jinshen's lips curled up. He said gently, "Yan, if you are suffering now, you will be sweeter in the future. When the few commercial cities in Xiangjiang are built, I will take a break and accompany you to the seaside for your honeymoon."1

"Then you must keep your promise. You are not allowed to go back on your word."

"I will not go back on my word."

"Alright, be careful on the way back. After you are done with your work, come back early."

"Okay."

Su Yuyan knew that she could not convince her husband. She could only glare at him angrily. Then she looked away from his face and saw that men liked to take a shower. He was wearing a bathrobe, and there were sexy textures on his collar. He had a nice chest, a strong waist line, and six abdominal muscles. Her two straight long legs were just sitting at the head of her bed. She looked like a beautiful man who had just walked out of a magazine, and she looked like she had a nosebleed.

Su Yuyan's face instantly turned red. After thinking for a while, she still could not fall asleep. She simply got up from the bed and raised her bright red lips. Wearing slippers, she entered the closet and took out a clean suit and tie for the man.

Nan Jinshen saw the clothes in his wife's hands. He froze on the spot and his heart skipped a few beats. There was a trace of warmth in his deep and narrow eyes. When his father went out, his mother also helped him take care of his clothes and clothing like this.

He suddenly remembered that before the two of them had breakfast, he took the clothes from his wife. He went to the changing room to change into a suit, put on a tie, and walked out with a noble aura. He was like a big boss who could call the wind and summon the rain. Just raising his eyebrows was enough to make the business world tremble.

After he put on his clothes, he walked to the bedside and gently dropped a pure one in front of his little fairy. A clean, holy, and emotionless kiss. Then, he whispered into her ear, "Wife, don't sleep first. Wait a moment, I'll let you taste my cooking."

"Nan Jinshen, you actually know how to cook?" Su Yuyan was prepared to squint on the bed for a while, but when she heard the man's words, she immediately became energetic.

This was the first time she had seen him cook. This was the first time she had seen him cook. She simply could not believe that in the eyes of this outsider, he was sinister and cold. He was the leader of the nine young masters of Cloud City, who she had never worried about before. He actually knew how to cook?

Nan Jinshen looked at the disbelief on his wife's face and immediately became interested. He stretched out his slender fingers and gently hooked the little girl's nose. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Just wait and see. Little girl, marry me. I promise I won't let you starve to death! "

"Tsk, Hubby, you're speaking the truth. We'll talk about it after you make it. I don't believe that you, a young master from a wealthy family who doesn't touch the sun with your finger, will really make delicious and beautiful dishes?" Su Yuyan's eyebrows curved as she directly quarreled with her husband.

Nan Jinshen's fighting spirit was instantly ignited by the little girl. He gently touched her head, then got up and went downstairs to the kitchen.

Downstairs, in the spacious and bright kitchen, Aunt Fu was concentrating on directing the servants to cook the porridge and cutting the vegetables when suddenly a gust of cold air hit her face.

Following that, she saw a person walking towards the kitchen. This person was not someone else but a pure black handmade suit. It was her own master, Nan Jinshen, who gave off a noble aura.

Nan Jinshen had perfect facial features and fair skin. In his ink-like pupils, there was a cold and terrifying aura. He was tall and straight. He walked in coldly step by step, scaring Aunt Fu so much that her heart skipped a beat.

"Young master, what is the matter?" Aunt Fu asked nervously.

Nan Jinshen looked at the layout of the kitchen with disdain. His thin lips curled up slightly and he said coldly and coldly, "Aunt Fu, give me an apron?"

"Master, what do you want an apron for?"

"I want to cook for my wife."

"Ah?"

Aunt Fu looked up in shock and looked at her young master in disbelief. Her whole body shivered. This feeling was like hearing the most unbelievable joke in the world.

The young master was high and mighty and his status was noble. Why would he think of personally cooking for Young Madam? This was too pampering his wife.

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