Since then, I will not pay in vain

"I'm hungry, go and make me four dishes and one soup." At this moment, Hua Zijiao stood up and ordered lightly.

"Okay, I'll go right away." After Jiang Xinyao was stunned for a while, she immediately agreed happily and went downstairs.

Downstairs, she didn't see Sister Wang.

In fact, Sister Wang has already been given a holiday by Hua Zijiao.

Jiang Xinyao walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, which was filled with various ingredients.

She began to choose ingredients and cook meals carefully.

After Hua Zijiao finished washing and went down in his nightgown, the kitchen was steaming, and a petite woman was busy from the back.

She wore an apron and looked focused and serious.

Hua Zijiao approached and leaned against the door frame.

Jiang Xinyao was making a clear soup, and there were thinly sliced ​​water chestnuts, scallions, and ginger on the cutting board, which were neatly cut and put into the plate.

At this time, the rice porridge is cooking in the rice cooker.

"You're here, let's have a bowl of rice soup first." In fact, Jiang Xinyao knew as soon as Hua Zijiao came over, but she ignored him and was just busy with herself. After a while, she opened the rice cooker and scooped out some A small bowl of thick rice soup came, turned around, and handed it to Hua Zijiao, just like in those three years, she took care of him wholeheartedly, with a soft and beautiful voice.

When he was in Meixiang Pavilion, Hua Zijiao had a bad stomach, so she often boiled rice soup for him. Now time is a little tight, but she has mastered the heat, and the rice soup is also very thick and white.

Hua Zijiao was startled, and suddenly seemed to see the old Jiang Xinyao again, always tirelessly doing everything for him, taking care of him, without any complaints.

At that time, he felt that she was annoying and disliked her, but now, he seemed to feel that he could cherish her even more after looking forward to it for a long time.

Did she change, or did he change himself!

"Thank you." He took it and drank it slowly.

The rice soup is thick and moist, and it is very comfortable to drink in the stomach.

He seems to be enjoying this feeling!

After a while he put down the bowl and asked, "Did you add anything to the rice soup?"

He was a little surprised, Wang Jiayu and Wu Xianglin also boiled rice soup for him, but they were all rice soup, so why did he think Jiang Xinyao's boiled rice soup was particularly delicious.

After Jiang Xinyao was stunned for a while, she replied:

"add."

"Oh." He suddenly said "Oh."

No wonder, it turned out that she added something.

But soon, Jiang Xinyao said another word lightly: "Rice."

Hua Zijiao was stunned, adding rice to the rice soup, isn't that the true color, where does the rice soup come from if there is no rice, doesn't it mean that there is no addition.

After he was silent for a while, he understood what she meant and pondered.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Jiang Xinyao's lips.

Of course she understood what he meant.

What can be added to the rice soup? It’s nothing more than using your heart and mastering the heat. Of course, there is also her heart that is willing to do everything for him and love him wholeheartedly. If there is anything really added, it is in love.

The soup with love is of course delicious, but it's a pity that Hua Zijiao can't taste it, and he doesn't know how to cherish it.

She swallowed her bitter saliva, and started to stir-fry Lingbai, boiled cabbage sum, oyster omelette, and a fragrant and smooth local chicken soup.

Everything he likes to eat.

In less than twenty minutes, four dishes and one soup came out of the pot neatly.

Jiang Xinyao brought them to the table.

Hua Zijiao sat down immediately, just picked up his chopsticks to eat, when he suddenly remembered something, this year he was used to drinking, and stood up again.

"Mr. Hua, can you stop drinking?" Jiang Xinyao suddenly raised her eyes to look at him, her face was full of begging hope.

During this period of time, Hua Zijiao's appearance of drinking red wine with a big gulp would always flash in her mind. It was not drinking, but drinking too much.

In the past, Hua Zijiao was exquisite, elegant, and never drank too much.

She hopes that the man she loves will always be that elegant, refined, and life-like man, not a man with bad habits.