Yueying looked at Yang Si's attentive appearance and was a little funny for a moment. She picked up the sweet soup in front of her and took a sip.

Well? The taste is pretty good? It's hard to imagine that this is the first time that Yangsi cooked in the kitchen. Is it a natural kitchen killer?

"Madam, how does it taste?" Yang Si saw Yueying drink and looked at Yueying nervously.

Yueying frowned and pretended to be indescribable. Yang Si's heart suddenly raised.

"Isn't it very difficult to drink? Not good to drink? Then let's stop drinking, it will be bad if there is a problem with the drink."

Yang Si was talking while preparing to take away the sweet soup on the table. No matter how much time and effort the bowl of sweet soup had been brewed, as long as Yueying didn't like it, he would never regret it for a second.

"Let me go, did I say it's not good to drink?" Yueying looked at the nervous man in front of her speechlessly, but she didn't expect that he would react so excitedly.

"Ah?" Yang Si was stunned for a moment, and then he shook his head quickly, "Madam, don't comfort me. If you don't drink it, don't drink it. Look at your little brows, it must be very difficult to drink."

"Puchi..." Yueying couldn't help but laughed out loud.

She glared at Yang Si coquettishly, "The reason why I frowned is because I was thinking. When did you start entering the kitchen? How long have you been in the kitchen? I didn't expect that the sweet soup made was quite delicious."

Yang Si was so happy when Yueying glared at him. His wife looked so beautiful even when she glared at him. No, she could only let her glar at him in the future.

"Really? Madam, you didn't lie to me?" Yang Si's expression instantly turned from yin to clear. It turned out that Madam liked to drink the sweet soup he made. It seemed that he had worked hard and the whole morning was not wasted.

"What am I lying to you? Do you not taste it yourself? Is it delicious? I honestly tell you when did you learn to go into the kitchen?" Yueying rolled her eyes at Yang Si angrily.

"It's good that my wife likes it. I just went into the kitchen today. I asked the Xima yesterday to teach me this sweet soup. I have been boiled for a whole morning before it's done."

Yang Si walked happily to Yueying and reached out to put his hand around Yueying's waist, and supported his chin on Yueying's shoulder.

Yueying nodded thoughtfully, she turned her head and looked at Yang Si on her shoulder, "Si, can you stop calling me a wife, I feel a little awkward."

"What's the name of your wife if you don't call her? Ying'er? Daughter-in-law? Wife? Dear? Darling? Little baby? Sweetheart..." Yang Si saw that Yueying didn't like him calling, and quickly listed a series of names and names.

When Yueying and Yueying almost spit out a mouthful of sweet soup, she rolled her eyes speechlessly at Fangliang.

"Si, please honestly explain, what books did you read while I was away? How did you know these names?" Yueying narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked at Yang Si beside her with a threatening face.

"What's wrong with the romance novel? Don't you like it?" Yang Si blinked in confusion and looked at Yueying, as if he didn't understand what was wrong with him.

Yueying supports her forehead, a romance novel? Can that thing be believed? They are all lies.

"Well, I like you to give me a nickname that belongs to me." Yueying nodded shyly. What she liked was unique.

Just like love, it only belongs to her and has nothing to do with anyone.

Yang Si frowned and thought for a while, then whispered softly in Yueying's ear and affectionately: "Ying'er, you are unique in my heart, and this title is unique to you."

"Well, Si, you are unique in my heart, and no one can replace it." Yueying looked back at Yang Si affectionately.
Chapter completed!