The cold-blooded president chased his wife to the crematorium after the divorce

She is not very good at cooking, so she just makes do with what she has, just enough to survive.

The things she ate the most this year were instant noodles and noodles.

When you want to eat fish, just ask the boss to kill it, and then come back to watch the video to cook it.

Lu Tingshen rinsed the fish under water and began to scrape off the scales. Hearing this, he looked up at her and smiled, "Why didn't you tell me while you were eating?"

Qiao Yan picked coriander in her hand and smiled: "Then I can eat two big bowls of rice."

The man's dark eyes stared at her, as if he could see through her thoughts.

His sleeves were rolled up at his elbows, revealing his fair hands, which quickly cleaned the fish.

Qiao Yan was watching from the side and was amazed. She quickly gave him a thumbs up: "Great."

There was a little more sincerity in Lu Tingshen's smile, without the hypocrisy that he had in the past when he was a powerful figure in the political arena.

The man started to heat the oil in the pan, and Qiao Yan helped him beside him. She washed the coriander, green peppers and tomatoes.

Qiao Yan looked at the lean meat on the chopping board, gestured with the knife for a few times and was about to start cutting. Lu Tingshen frowned slightly, snatched the knife away, and then drove Qiao Yan out of the kitchen.

The man smiled helplessly, with a bit of tolerance and pampering: "My young lady, this is not necessary for you."

Qiao Yan said embarrassedly: "I asked you to come to my house for dinner and I also asked you to cook."

Lu Tingshen coaxed her meaningfully, a little disgusted and helpless: "Just standing here and not moving is the greatest help to me."

He strictly forbade: "Don't come in and make things worse for me."

After hearing the latter words, Qiao Yan became a little thicker-skinned. The two grew up together, and even though there was a year between them, the tacit understanding and affection were still there.

She treats Lu Tingshen as her brother and Lu Tingshen treats her as his sister.

The man in the kitchen began to show off his cooking skills, cooking a braised fish, sweet and sour pork ribs, stir-fried pork with green peppers, a piece of potato chips, and a bowl of golden chicken soup.

When Qiao Yan smelled this, her mouth started watering.

"Your cooking is getting better and better." Her stomach had already started to growl.

Lu Tingshen put on an apron and started to serve the soup: "Take the dishes out, you can wash your hands and eat now."

"Got it."

Jiang Sheng looked at the colorful and delicious dishes on the table, smiled, tasted them, and praised Lu Tingshen's praise: "Whoever marries you in the future will be blessed."

"Not many men can cook, especially when yours is so delicious."

He smiled slightly: "That depends on whether she is willing or not."

"Of course I would. Our little Luzi is good-looking, can cook, and is very likable."

Lu Tingshen subconsciously looked at Qiao Yan. Qiao Yan moved a stool for Qiao Yan and put a small bowl with some rice in it for him.

"Let me add some chicken soup for him. Children should have some soup."

"Okay." Qiao Yan handed the little guy's bowl to Lu Tingshen, and the man filled the little guy with two spoonfuls of chicken soup.

I gave him a chicken leg and two carrots, then removed the bones and mashed the carrots.

Only then was it placed in front of Qiao Yan.

The little fellow stared at him with his round eyes, looking very cute, and said in a baby voice: "Thank you, brother."

Lu Tingshen held him all the way. He was handsome, spoke gently and amiably, and cooked for the little guy.

Qiao Yan likes him.

The man touched the little guy's head and smiled: "You're welcome."

Jiang Sheng's eyes lit up when he saw that the little guy actually ate the carrots he didn't like.