The Male Main's Uncle Is Openly Obsessed With Me

"Then get up. I've prepared breakfast for you."

Su Yayan's action suddenly a meal, the eyes are more surprised stare big: "you prepared breakfast for me?"

"Well."

"You made it yourself?"

Huo Chenhuan's ear tip was slightly red, and his little daughter-in-law answered, "well."

Su Ya Yan blinked, surprised and dazed: "did you do something sorry for me?"

Huo's face suddenly froze: "why do you ask?"

Su Yayan put his hand around his neck and hung on him: "if I didn't do something sorry for me, how could I cook breakfast for me in person?"

You know, before that, someone didn't even know how to wash rice!

"I didn't do anything I'm sorry for you." Huo Chen Huan hugs Su Ya Yan's waist, "just suddenly want to make something for you to eat." To make you happy.

"Really?"

"Well."

Su Yayan took a deep look at him and took the initiative to kiss him without asking again.

After washing as fast as possible, Su Yayan runs downstairs with great interest to see what kind of breakfast Huo Chenhuan personally cooks.

Huo Chenhuan's breakfast was actually very simple. He fried a poached egg that didn't look like a poached egg, and then under the direction of the chef at home, he cooked the wonton in the refrigerator.

Rao is so, Su Yayan still feels a special surprise.

"It looks good." Su Yayan looked at the plate obviously fried some old, looks also oily eggs, not stingy praise way.

It's not easy to cook for the first time. At least it's not fried.

If Huo Chenhuan knew what Su Yayan thought, he would be so embarrassed that his ears would turn red.

It's not that he didn't fry the eggs, but after wasting a lot of eggs, with the help of a few chefs, he cooked something that he could hold.

Fried eggs is not particularly difficult, but to fry a beautiful poached egg for Huo Chenhuan such a novice or has a certain degree of difficulty.

Su Yayan did not hold too much hope, in Huo Chenhuan implied expectations of the gaze, bit the egg.

It's true that the egg is a little old, but it can still be eaten. It's just... Cough, more salt. It tastes a little salty.

Su Ya Yan swallowed the egg, forced down the impulse to drink water immediately, and encouraged: "delicious! It's great that you can do it the first time. Maybe we can do it a few more times, and you can do it for our chef in the future. "

Huo Chenhuan didn't recognize the comfort and exaggeration in Su Ya's words. His eyes were slightly bright, and he said: "if you like, I'll practice more, and I'll do it for you every day."

"... you don't have to. You are so busy every day. It will be very tiring to do this again. Just give them a few."

"I don't feel tired as long as you like."

"..." forget it, this is the little taste of the dead. I want to eat it even when I cry!

Sitting on the opposite side of the dinner table, staring at his nephew, who was as greasy as his daughter-in-law, Zheng Qianyang felt a little redundant here!

The fried eggs are too salty, and the wonton is not very good. Several of them are broken. The skin belongs to the skin and the stuffing belongs to the stuffing. The soup is very light without seasoning or salt.

Su Yayan has a bite of egg and a sip of wonton soup.

It's a good thing that Huo Chenhuan didn't cook the wonton soup as salty as an egg.

Such a salty and light, just in the middle, also can be regarded as lucky in the misfortune.