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Su Nanxing wanted to laugh after hearing this: "Did they live in ancient times? When is this, do you still have this kind of thinking?"

Lu Beiyuan sighed: "There is no way, many people do research, and their temperament is relatively traditional. They pay attention to the succession of teachers, like the old professor, and the young ones below are also very conservative in my opinion. Talking about it, I feel that women should be virtuous and virtuous. , Gentle at home."

Su Nanxing really didn't dare to agree: "You don't think so, do you?"

"Me?" Lu Beiyuan smiled: "If I'm really so stubborn, I'll lock you up at home."

"Then I also want to thank you for not shutting me down?"

"I really didn't mean that." Lu Beiyuan hurriedly said, "I'm just kidding you."

After he finished speaking, he added: "Besides, even if I don't want you to go to work, I don't want you to work so hard for fear that you will be tired."

Su Nanxing understood his intentions, and took the initiative to go over and kiss him: "Got it, come up and rest."

Lu Beiyuan took off the pillow behind her and helped her to lie down: "It's hard to make an appointment with these researchers, but I really don't want to go."

He lifted his legs to the bed and hugged him in his arms: "I want to be with you at home."

Su Nanxing found a comfortable position in his arms: "If you want to put it this way, husband and wife don't have to go to work, they just stay at home until they get tired of seeing each other."

"How could it be?" Lu Beiyuan said, "I can't get tired of watching it."

The two hugged each other, Lu Beiyuan was inevitably a little emotional, and couldn't help kissing her.

It's past ten o'clock, it's time to go to bed, a kiss made both of them feel hot in their hearts.

Su Nanxing's breathing was messed up, and Lu Beiyuan held his light-white fingers, his voice was a little hoarse: "Hey, Xingxing help me..."

Su Nanxing was so dazed by his kiss that his mind was not clear.

Not only was Lu Beiyuan comfortable, he also served Su Nanxing dizzily.

Su Nanxing's belly is getting bigger and bigger every day, and the two of them dare not act rashly now, they can only relieve their body's needs through other intimacy.

After the ultimate pleasure, Su Nanxing fell into a deep sleep.

In the morning, Lu Beiyuan prepared breakfast and went upstairs to call her, but she was still sleeping.

Qiao Muye went abroad for business. This morning, he ate wontons that had been wrapped before. They were frozen in the refrigerator, so take them out and cook them.

There are also refreshing green vegetables.

Su Nanxing went downstairs after washing up, and smelled the aroma that whetted the appetite.

After eating ten small wontons, Sunan Xing was full.

She said, "I want to eat braised pork tonight."

In fact, her taste has always been light. She also eats dishes such as braised pork, but she doesn't have that preference.

The last time I ate braised pork, it was actually made by Qiao Muye.

The fat and thin pork belly is soft and glutinous after a bite, fat but not greasy.

Su Nanxing ate seven or eight yuan, but he still didn't have enough.

But Lu Beiyuan was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable in her stomach if she ate too much, so she didn't dare to let her eat.

So she has been obsessed with it for the past few days.

Lu Beiyuan paused for a moment with the hand holding the tissue, and then said, "Okay, I'll make it for you tonight."

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Beiyuan returned home from the company.

He first searched for the recipe of braised pork on the Internet, and then sent a video call to Qiao Muye.

It was night at Qiao Muye's side, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he could see the bright lights outside.

"Have the meat been sent to you?" Qiao Muye asked this first as soon as the connection was made.

The pork he cooks for Su Nanxing is all raised by his friend's farm.

Other beef and mutton are either raised on farms or airlifted from abroad.

"Let me take a look." He said, "Is it skin-on pork belly? It must be skin-on, for the taste to be good."

Qiao Muye didn't change into his home clothes, he wore a shirt and trousers, and a black apron outside.

He held the pork belly in his hand with a serious face and showed it to Qiao Muye.

Qiao Muye was quite satisfied after reading it: "Fortunately, you wash it first."

The two looked serious, and those who didn't know it thought it was a business tycoon discussing a billion-dollar project.

In fact, one was holding the pork belly in his hand, and the other was looking closely at it, asking Lu Beiyuan to clean up the pig hairs on it.

If other people saw this scene, their eyes would pop out.

The two of them didn't realize it. The seriousness of making braised pork was comparable to that of scientific researchers doing data comparison.

In the end, what made the two men furious was that after more than an hour, Lu Beiyuan tasted the braised pork, which was not particularly soft and glutinous, and felt that it didn't taste like Qiao Muye.

Qiao Muye was in a hurry: "Why are you so stupid!"

Lu Beiyuan was also very innocent: "I followed your steps."

Qiao Muye could not wait to get here through the Internet: "Did you put out the rock candy late?"

"I let it go when you let me go."

The two stared at each other, and finally, Qiao Muye on the other side of the screen pulled his tie violently: "No, I have to go back!"

Lu Beiyuan turned down the fire a little more, and said, "It's too late for you to come back now."

Qiao Muye sat back on the chair in frustration: "Why are you so useless? You can't even cook braised pork! What's the use of you!"

Lu Beiyuan glanced at him and said nothing.

Qiao Muye complained before, and felt that his words were a bit too much.

He slowed down his tone, and said again: "Will the stars notice the difference? If she asks you, what would you say?"

On the one hand, Qiao Muye didn't want Su Nanxing to eat, otherwise he wouldn't be able to hide his cooking.

But on the other hand, he also selfishly wanted to make Su Nanxing feel different.

Of course, the food he cooks is better than Lu Beiyuan's!

If Su Nanxing couldn't eat it, he would be very disappointed.

Alas, what a contradiction.

Lu Beiyuan was not so contradictory, he simply hoped that Su Nanxing's mouth would not be so tricky, and that it would reveal his secrets when he ate it.

Although he was kind enough to help Qiao Muye.

But it's wrong to lie anyway.

When it was time for Su Nanxing to get off work, Lu Beiyuan went to pick him up.

It took a long time to make braised pork, and he didn't have time to make another one.

As for whether Su Nanxing can be eaten, it can only be left to fate.

Or, that he played abnormally this time?

Forget it, stop lying.

The braised pork cooked by Lu Beiyuan looks pretty good. It is ruddy in color, fat and thin, and trembling. It looks very attractive.

But when you eat it in your mouth, it tastes different from the previous one.

Su Nanxing chewed slowly, and took a mouthful of rice.

Lu Beiyuan looked at her nervously and expectantly.

Su Nanxing swallowed, his eyes curled up with a smile: "It's delicious."

Lu Beiyuan breathed a sigh of relief: "Then eat a few more yuan. However, you also have to eat vegetables and drink some soup."

At night, Lu Beiyuan secretly called Qiao Muye in the study.

It was already late at night at Qiao Muye's side, but he was still awake, waiting for news.

"The stars didn't come out." Lu Beiyuan said, "It's delicious. Look, I'm pretty good too."

Lu Beiyuan was still thinking about whether Qiao Muye could praise himself.

Although he didn't know why he wanted Qiao Muye's compliment.

But maybe being praised by the old man will give you a special sense of accomplishment?

Compared to Lu Beiyuan who was waiting for praise, Qiao Muye was not in a good mood.