Jiang Xiaohan felt powerless to complain.

A plate of fried rice is quite large. After Jiang Xiaomo was halfway through, Zhao Wanxi was completely discarded, and she was not full yet. How much food does she eat?

You know, Jiang Xiaomo's portion is much less than Zhao Wanxi's. After all, she can't eat so much, and Jiang Xiaohan doesn't serve so much for her.

Is this Zhao's surname too scary?

If she is so edible, she will definitely lose the person who married her when she gets married.

Jiang Xiaohan suddenly felt a little sympathetic to the rich man who would be with Zhao Wanxi in the future.

It must be very hard to raise a wife who is so edible!

After three seconds of silence, Jiang Xiaohan returned to the kitchen and took out his portion. Except for the two portions of Jiang Xiaomo and Zhao Wanxi, the remaining fried rice was all here.

"Is it enough?"

Taking a pair of clean chopsticks, Jiang Xiaohan drove one-tenth of his plate of fried rice to Zhao Wanxi, and asked subconsciously, but Zhao Wanxi glared at him.

Jiang Xiaohan was speechless.

He kindly gave his weight to Zhao Wanxi. How much does she mean?

"Not enough, brother, don't be so stingy."

Zhao Wanxi did not answer, but Jiang Xiaomo, who was beside her, spoke for her instead.

Jiang Xiaohan had no choice but to divide the amount by one third, then looked at Zhao Wanxi and asked, "Is this enough?"

There was a little impatient in his tone, and Zhao Wanxi seemed to feel Jiang Xiaohan's attitude change. Her angry eyes widened even wider, as if she was going to eat Jiang Xiaohan.

Jiang Xiaohan didn't think much about it, thinking that Zhao Wanxi felt that she had given her too little, so she frowned and put the portion of fried rice that had more than half of her hand in front of Zhao Wanxi, and then took her portion.

"Is it enough now?"

Jiang Xiaohan, who thought Zhao Wanxi was not satisfied, said something, then took a spoon and dug a spoonful of fried rice and stuffed it into his mouth.

Just the next moment, when Jiang Xiaohan saw Zhao Wanxi looking at her gaze with grief and anger, she suddenly felt a chill on her back.

It seems... something is wrong...

When I saw the spoon in my hand again, I couldn't help but be stunned.

Isn’t this spoon the one that Zhao Wanxi used just now?

Jiang Xiaohan is not calm!

It's over!

I actually used the spoon that Zhao Wanxi had just eaten. Is this considered taking advantage of her again?

Jiang Xiaohan is a little attentive!

At this time, Jiang Xiaohan officially realized why Zhao Wanxi suddenly became so fierce.

Under such circumstances, Jiang Xiaohan dared not do anything or say anything. He sat silently next to Jiang Xiaomo with the plate of fried rice in his hand, pretending to be nothing, and did not dare to show any abnormality at all.

He pretended not to notice anything, which made Zhao Wanxi feel that she didn't realize the fact that she used her spoon to eat. In this way, Zhao Wanxi couldn't even get angry even if she wanted to.

Negative emotions from Zhao Wanxi, +254!

From Zhao Wanxi...

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Looking at the negative emotions that were flooding the screen again, Jiang Xiaohan felt uneasy, but his face was very calm, and his acting skills were completely exploded.

Seeing Jiang Xiaohan like this, Zhao Wanxi, who had stared at him for more than ten seconds, silently withdrew her gaze and landed her eyes on the plate of fried rice in front of her.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Wanxi still picked up the spoon silently. The charm of food finally stopped her anger.

On the other hand, Jiang Xiaohan also breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed Zhao Wanxi's actions.

It seems that because Jiang Xiaohan is present, he is afraid that Jiang Xiaohan will be laughed at. This time, Zhao Wanxi ate very slowly, and the experience of this fried rice with eggs is even more delicate.

tasty!

It's really delicious!

Although I don’t want to admit it, Jiang Xiaohan’s egg fried rice is really delicious!

Zhao Wanxi didn't expect that just a few simple things were treated like this, so delicious that they were so delicious that they exploded after Jiang Xiaohan's treatment.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Zhao Wanxi always has a feeling that today’s egg fried rice is even better than what Jiang Xiaohan made last week.

After eating this fried rice slowly, he didn't give a grain of rice left. He restrained the urge to lick the plate. Zhao Wanxi put down the spoon and looked at the egg flower soup that Jiang Xiaohan had just brought out.

Like her, Jiang Xiaohan also made an egg flower soup, but the appearance was much better than hers.

This comparison makes the two sides immediately judge the right and wrong.

Zhao Wanxi, who said nothing, consciously served a bowl of soup for herself.

While serving the soup, Zhao Wanxi secretly told herself that it was not that she wanted to drink the soup made by Jiang Xiaohan, but that she wanted to know whether the soup made by Jiang Xiaohan could surpass her, and it didn't look any different.

When the soup was in the mouth, Zhao Wanxi regretted it.

Why did you start this egg flower soup so late?

This soup seemed to be made into only one or two eggs, but I didn’t expect it to be so rich, and there was a faint sense of layering when I entered the egg flower.

This feeling is so wonderful.

It was the first time Zhao Wanxi knew that egg flower soup could be made like this.

Like the fried rice just now, the egg flower soup with extremely simple ingredients has an effect that may not be achieved even if the delicacies of mountains and seas are delicacies.

Involuntarily, Zhao Wanxi glanced at Jiang Xiaohan.

This person... is quite talented in cooking!

It’s a pity that people are so hateful!

Just as he confirmed Jiang Xiaohan, Zhao Wanxi hurriedly denied him.

After drinking two big bowls of soup in a row, Zhao Wanxi saw that Jiang Xiaohan and Jiang Xiaomo had finished eating, so she took the initiative to start cleaning up the table.

After all, this place is her home. It would be fine if Jiang Xiaohan asked him to cook just now, but it would be unreasonable to leave everything like washing dishes to him.

More importantly, looking at Jiang Xiaohan's appearance, he had no intention of taking the initiative to help clean up.

In the kitchen, Zhao Wanxi took advantage of the fact that Jiang Xiaohan and Jiang Xiaomo did not notice it, sealed most of the remaining egg flower soup with plastic wrap, and then quietly put it in the refrigerator.

After finishing the fried rice with eggs just now, there was still a lot of egg flower soup left. Zhao Wanxi felt that she was a thrifty person, so even if she drank the leftover soup, she would never waste it.

Waste is shameful!

After Zhao Wanxi came out of the kitchen, she stayed with Jiang Xiaomo for a while, and Jiang Xiaohan took Jiang Xiaomo to say goodbye.

Seeing that Jiang Xiaohan was about to leave, Zhao Wanxi didn't say anything. After seeing Jiang Xiaomo, she decided to let Jiang Xiaohan go first today.

However, that thing was not over in the morning!

evening.

Zhao Wanxi, who used to go out to eat, did not go out today. She chose to cook at home abnormally, but she only cooked some rice in the rice cooker and did not prepare any other side dishes.

After the rice was cooked, Zhao Wanxi took out the egg flower soup hidden in at noon from the refrigerator. After a little heat, she poured the egg flower soup on the rice, stirred it a little, and started eating beautifully.

After taking a few bites, Zhao Wanxi couldn't help but admire herself.
Chapter completed!