Mr. Gu is really fragrant after the divorce

When Song Yu was cooking in the kitchen, she felt very helpless.

I said I wouldn't cook for him, but I still did it, but it was because my mother came, so I didn't cook it for him.
Song Yu sighed softly, she could only comfort herself like this.

But he was not so happy, Song Yu looked towards the living room, seeing Qiao Yulian still scolding him, he felt much more comfortable.

Three years ago, Song Yu was still a female college student who was in a hurry when she stepped out of the kitchen. Three years later, she is already a housewife who can prepare four dishes in only four to ten minutes.

It's a pity that these hard changes are not worth it after all.

Stir-fried lotus root slices, red pepper fried beef slices, tomato scrambled eggs, served with a bowl of mapo tofu with a little thick soup, the aroma is tangy and whets the appetite.

Qiao Yulian took a bite of the beef: "Well, you also put coriander in this beef, which is spicy and fragrant."

Song Yu's cooking skills have always been very good, and he can always use ordinary ingredients to cook unique delicacies. Gu Cheng tasted the beef with some pride, and couldn't help but pick up his chopsticks again.

"Mom, I can only cook some home-cooked dishes, as long as you don't dislike it."

The Gu family's old house is equipped with a chef, and the dishes are exquisite and delicious. She is really afraid that Qiao Yulian will not be used to it.

"Why would I dislike it? Your tofu is also delicious, um, delicious." As a woman, Qiao Yulian can understand Song Yu's hard work in the past three years. It's really hard work for you to be together, you must have put in a lot of hard work to make the dishes so delicious."

How unfortunate is Song Yu, married to Gu Cheng, and how lucky she is, to meet such a considerate mother-in-law!

When Gu Cheng heard his mother's words, he suddenly remembered that he also disliked Song Yu's cooking.

It was when they were newly married, and Song Yu asked him every day if he wanted to come back for dinner. It happened that he had just taken over the company from his father, and he had a lot of entertainment, so he was always not free.

Later, he was really tired of the food outside, and one day he said that he wanted to go back to eat. He vaguely remembered that the meal was very rich, but the taste was mediocre, far from being comparable to Song Yu's current cooking skills.

It turned out that she had specially studied cooking skills?

Gu Cheng looked at Song Yu who was sitting opposite, but Song Yu's eyes did not look at him.

"Mom, it's best if you like it. Eat more."

Song Yu didn't take the opportunity to claim credit, she didn't even mention how hard she worked for it.

Gu Cheng tasted a mouthful of Mapo Tofu, and felt guilty for swallowing it in one bite.

"Xiao Yu, try this soup. It's very nourishing after cooking for a day." Qiao Yulian filled a bowl of soup for Song Yu and another bowl for Gu Cheng: "You drink it too."

Qiao Yulian specially brought it for them. Song Yu naturally drank it in one gulp. Gu Chengshi didn't know the taste, and he didn't care what it was. Under Qiao Yulian's kindness, he drank two bowls in a row.

"Xiaoyu, it's windy outside, so don't send me off, just let Gu Cheng take me out."

After eating, Qiao Yulian was about to leave.

Song Yu heard that she wanted to have a private conversation with Gu Cheng, so she didn't follow her.

Qiao Yulian held the insulation box in her hand, and gave Gu Cheng a hard look at the door of the villa: "Xiaoyu treats you so well, what are you dissatisfied with? Good home, look at what's going on for you!"

Gu Cheng sighed: "Mom, haven't you scolded enough?"

"Hmph, if such a good daughter-in-law runs away in anger, see if I can beat you!"

"Understood, Mom, don't worry, she can't run away."

Qiao Yulian glared at him again: "Speak up to me and stop bullying her, do you hear me?"

"I heard it, I heard it!"

"I heard what are you still doing here? Go in and help wash the dishes and tidy up. Do you only eat and not work?"

"what?"

Do the dishes?He really hasn't done it.

"Ah, what? Husband and wife just want to do housework together. Besides, Song Yu still has injuries on his hands. What should I do if they get wet? Go!"

Qiao Yulian pushed Gu Cheng unceremoniously, but Gu Cheng had no choice but to go back to help.

Song Yu has already cleaned up the dining table and is washing dishes by the sink.

Gu Cheng squeezed over: "Well, let me wash the dishes."

Song Yu almost thought he heard it wrong: "What did you say?"

"I'll wash the dishes, you go to rest."

Song Yu didn't pay attention to him anymore, he is a young master, he knows how to wash dishes.

"Let me wash it."

Gu Cheng was quite persistent, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to strike.

Song Yu blocked it with his elbow: "Don't move, you don't know how, what's the trouble?"

"How hard can it be to wash a bowl? I also washed it when I cooked dumplings myself before."

Gu Chengfei wanted to wash, but as soon as he picked up the bowl, his hands were covered with greasy oil. One of them was missed, and the bowl fell down again. There was only a clanging sound, and several delicate dishes were broken.

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

"I...I...accidentally..." Gu Cheng felt that Song Yu was about to erupt in a second, and he quickly explained: "Why is this bowl so slippery, I can't even hold it..."

"Of course it's slippery with dish soap!" Song Yu couldn't help amplifying his voice: "Don't you wash the dishes with dish soap!"

"Dishwashing liquid... what is it?"

Song Yu was speechless, and after taking two deep breaths, she tried to keep calm and said, "Dishwashing liquid is used to wash dishes and pots, Gu Cheng, can you stop making trouble here? Let me clean up here okay?"

"But, don't touch the water with your hands."

Song Yu showed him his hands: "I'm wearing waterproof gloves, so I won't get wet. Besides, why didn't you tell me when I was washing the vegetables and pots? Now you're making an afterthought? Interesting?"

"Song Yu!"

"I know, it was Mom who reminded you to help me, right?"

Gu Cheng pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Gu Cheng, if this situation happened three years ago, even if you smashed all the bowls inside, I would be very happy, but now, I don't need your meaningless compensation. , understand?"

Gu Cheng was still silent, Song Yu turned on the faucet and helped him wash off the foam on his hands.

The two didn't say a word, but Gu Cheng cooperated and left the kitchen.

Song Yu cleaned up all the broken dishes, washed the unbroken ones and put them away. By the time she cleaned up the kitchen, it was past nine o'clock.

Gu Cheng had already gone up, Song Yu didn't stay downstairs too long, and went upstairs to take a shower.

Song Yu came out of the bathroom with the mask on. She lay on the sofa for a while, when there was a sudden knock on the door.

Apart from her, there is only Gu Cheng in this family. Song Yu took off the mask, walked to the door of the room, and asked tentatively: "What's the matter?"

Gu Cheng's unusually dull voice came from outside the door: "Song Yu, I'm so hot, my body is so hot."

Song Yu hesitated for a moment, then opened the door.

Gu Cheng really didn't look right, his neckline was wide open, and his face was flushed red.

"What's wrong with you? Have you caught a cold?"

"I……"

Gu Cheng stared at Song Yu, his breathing became heavier and his Adam's apple rolled down obviously.