She turned her head.

He covered his lips and coughed lightly, and met someone's eyes: "Oh, you should eat these things occasionally every day, right?"

"Junk food." Li Nancheng frowned, "I have told you how many times it has been said that it is best not to touch these things. There is no guarantee of hygiene problems at the stalls at all. Be careful of eating bad stomachs."

"But, it's really delicious." Gu Xiaonian retorted in a low voice, "I've eaten for so many years before I met you, but I haven't had any problems with it. Moreover, I haven't eaten those snacks for a long time, and I really want to eat them."

"I didn't say I won't let you eat it." Seeing her greedy look, Li Nancheng compromised helplessly and docilely, "If you really want to eat it, I'll make it for you."

"You make it?" She was stunned for a moment, her eyes widened, "You can still make snacks?"

"You can't learn it. It's always much more hygienic to make your own home than outside. In short, you can't sneak into those unclean stalls to eat. What you want to eat, make a list for me and I'll make it for you to eat."

"Okay." Gu Xiaonian curled the corners of his lips happily, "This is what you said. Then don't be bothered."

It would be better if Li Nancheng made it for her to eat.

The taste he made must be better than that on the stall.

"I have done all the more troublesome things, let alone this." Li Nancheng was afraid that she would run out to eat secretly, so he would not be able to stare at her twenty-four hours a day. "I promised me, so I was not allowed to buy food secretly. When I went back, I would tell Butler Lin the ingredients I needed. He would arrange for someone to buy them. I will get off work early tomorrow and make it for you to eat."

"Husband, you are so good."

"Dad, you're so good."

The mother and son happily bent their lips, clapped and applauded, and each gave a kiss.

...

Li Nancheng did what he said.

The next day, I got off work early and made snacks for my wife and children.

He was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron.

No one helped him, but he was able to organize everything in an orderly manner.

While frying octopus balls in the pot, the Guandong-cooking in the pot.

There is also a pot where stinky tofu is fried.

He couldn't stand the smell, and frowned continuously when he fucked the stinky tofu.

"Do you really like eating this?" He looked at Gu Xiaonian with a look of doubt on life.

I can't understand at all, how could anyone like to eat such smelly things?

He had no appetite when he smelled this smell.

"Yes, yes." Gu Xiaonian leaned over and looked at the fried stinky tofu, swallowed, and said, "Although it smells very smelly, it is really delicious. It will be fried in a while, you will know if you taste one."

"I won't eat it anymore, I don't like it." Li Nancheng looked at it disgusted and refused clearly, "I don't believe that such a smelly thing can really taste so good."

"I haven't tried it, how could you know it's not delicious?" Gu Xiaonian advised him in a tempting manner, "Before I had eaten stinky tofu, I thought the smell smelled very disgusting and I didn't dare to touch it at all."

"But after eating it once, you will fall in love with this smell."

"I promise, I won't lie to you."

Li Nancheng expressed serious doubts about this.

He refused firmly and said, "Forget it, you can eat it yourself. I'm really not interested in this."

He thought Gu Xiaonian's taste was strange.

I always like to eat something weird.

Moreover, Li Xiaotian also fell in love with these strange things.

The tastes of the mother and son are really consistent. Li Xiaotian also likes to eat whatever Gu Xiaonian likes.

Because of the stinky tofu, the huge kitchen emits a mysterious stench.

The smell not only permeated the sky above the kitchen, but also floated out of the kitchen and into the hall.

So, everyone in the hall smelled a strange stench.

After knowing that their young master was frying stinky tofu for the young lady, the maids in the hall no longer knew what words to use to describe their mood.

You know, the young master is a super clean obsessed person.

This cleanliness not only includes extremely high hygiene requirements for various things, but also has high requirements for smell.

Wherever he is.

No odor is allowed, and no odor can be allowed.

The young master has a very good nose.

He could smell it even if there was a slight smell.

But such a young master who is very demanding of himself and others can tolerate the smell of stinky tofu everywhere in Li’s house.

This smell is not a little bit unpleasant.

That smells very bad.

The taste of Xiang!

With the young master's previous temperament, he was absolutely unbearable. Staying in this unpleasant smell for a few seconds would make him collapse.

But it’s because the young lady likes to eat.

Not only did he endure it, he also fryed it for the young lady to eat.

He spoiled the young lady, can he not spoiled so much?

You know, these single dogs will be damaged by various critical hits.

It feels so uncomfortable that I am stuffed with dog food every day.

"Damn, what does this taste like?" A burgundy figure walked into the hall. The handsome and evil peach blossom face had a very disgusting expression. A pair of slender and passionate peach blossom eyes narrowed, and the thick black eyebrows frowned, and the brows were twisted into the word "chuan".

Ye Jinchen covered his nose and didn't dare to breathe. He stared at butler Lin beside him: "Where is the toilet blown up? Why is it so smelly! Butler Lin, please find someone to deal with it quickly. This smell is too bad."

"..." Butler Lin showed an awkward expression and coughed lightly, "Mr. Ye, this is not the toilet that exploded."

"No?" Ye Jinchen's eyes widened even wider, "How could it be so smelly?"

"Cough... it's the young master who is in the kitchen to fry stinky tofu."

Butler Lin also thinks this matter is quite "fantasy".

After all, the noble and elegant young master and stinky tofu in the impression should not have any intersection.

He imagined the scene of his young master frying stinky tofu in his sleeves, and he felt it was very inconsistent.

This is not something his young master can do.

But, the young master really did that.

After get off work early in the morning, I refused to have social engagements, just to get home early and fry the young lady stinky tofu...

"What?" Ye Jinchen seemed to have heard something particularly incredible, his face full of disbelief, and even forgot to cover his nose, "Do you think it's Nan Cheng who is fried stinky tofu?"

In the last three words, he augmented his tone.

"Yes." Butler Lin said respectfully, "In fact, it's not just fried tofu, there are other things."

Ye Jinchen: “…”
Chapter completed!