After the divorce, Mr. Sheng regretted it

"You cook?" Lin Chu looked at him in surprise.

Are you sure you can eat the food this guy cooks?

Anyway, it was hard for Lin Chu to imagine Sheng Yuhuai cooking.

In her impression, Sheng Yuhuai seemed to be the kind of person who didn't touch the spring water with his fingers.

"Yes, you wait here."

After finishing speaking, Sheng Yuhuai was about to turn around and walk into the kitchen.

Lin Chu said, "Don't you have a backache? Is there a way to stand for a long time?"

"Compared to cooking for you, what's the point if I stand for a while?" Sheng Yuhuai smiled, then lifted his feet and walked towards the kitchen.

Lin Chu watched him put on the apron at a leisurely pace, with a calm and calm look, as if he really cooks a lot.

Lin Chu married him for two or three months, but she never saw him cook.

Moreover, she has never heard of it, this guy can cook.

"It seems that Mister still has many surprises that we don't know about." Uncle Chen looked into the kitchen appreciatively.

He has worked in the Sheng family for so many years, and he still doesn't know that Sheng Yuhuai can cook.

"He really knows how to cook?" Lin Chu was still skeptical about this.

Don't blow up the kitchen later...

"This... I don't dare to give an accurate answer." Uncle Chen smiled a little awkwardly.

Lin Chu pouted, and sat quietly on the sofa.

See if she is really lucky enough to eat the food made by that guy.

But at this moment, Sheng Yuhuai, who entered the kitchen, was actually empty in his heart.

However, the words have already been released, so he can't slap himself in the face.

So... He must find a way to make this meal.

In fact, he didn't really cook a single meal.

It is no exaggeration to say that he doesn't even know how to use those condiments.

He glanced outside the kitchen out of the corner of his eye and found that Lin Chu was not staring at the kitchen, so he took out his cell phone and called Yang Zhenglin in peace.

"Hey?"

"I have something to ask you."

"what's up?"

"How to cook?"

Hearing this question, Yang Zhenglin almost spat out a mouthful of old blood: "What question are you asking? Don't tell me such a simple thing as cooking, you can't?"

Sheng Yuhuai still spoke in the same tone of understatement: "I don't think you don't need my help for such a simple matter of chasing after my sister."

"Hey! Sheng Yuhuai! You... I, I take back what I just said, can't you? I was careless!" Yang Zhenglin admitted his mistake as if resigned to his fate.

"Hurry up, I'm running out of time!" Sheng Yuhuai urged.

"Then you have to tell me first, what do you want to do?"

"I do not know."

Yang Zhenglin suddenly felt a mouthful of old phlegm stuck in his throat.

He rolled his eyes speechlessly, and finally sighed: "Okay, then go and see what's in the refrigerator."

Sheng Yuhuai came to the refrigerator and opened it.

Under Yang Zhenglin's guidance, Sheng Yuhuai successfully...cooked a bowl of noodles unsightly.

The moment he saw the finished product, he was a little dazed.

"Is it ready?" Seeing that he had been busy in the kitchen for a while, Lin Chu came in to have a look.

When she was about to turn her face, Sheng Yuhuai quickly covered her eyes.

"What's wrong?" Lin Chu was puzzled by him.

"What did you cook? Can't you even look at it?" Lin Chu wanted to pull his hands away, but he grabbed hers very hard.

"Let's... let the chef come and cook." Sheng Yuhuai said a little embarrassedly.