Situ Qinglang was so impressed that he could not help but eat something. He just wanted to cook it. Who can tell if he has blood but not blood?

He was not good at cooking at all. He had a headache just now, washing vegetables and washing rice. Now that sweetheart is coming, he is relieved, so he stood aside calmly.

Sweetheart looked at the terrible kitchen holding his forehead. It was obviously a bundle of round lettuce. When it was delivered, it was watery and green. I didn't know how it was ravaged when I was washing the vegetables. At this moment, it became a broken branch and a broken leaf, hanging softly and weakly in the drain basket.

The same state is also the fungus that have not been soaked, the fresh tofu that has been washed is left with residue, the rice that has been rubbed and the broccoli that has been soaked out.

Situ Qinglang changed color as soon as he saw the insects in the broccoli. He took several steps back when he was disgusted and said stiffly: "I told you that there are insects in this thing."

"There are insects that are pure natural, pollution-free and pesticide-free. Just wash them clean. Broccoli has a high nutritional value."

"I don't want to eat." Situ Qinglang instantly lost her appetite. She couldn't understand how sweetheart was not picky about food. In his opinion, there were too many unclean things that could not be eaten.

"Don't be pretentious!" Sweetheart ordered, "Please help put the hot pot on, and we'll be ready to eat in a while."

Situ Qinglang helped Sweetie. Superman Sweetie was washing and brushing alone in the kitchen. It took her only half an hour to get everything done and finally get a meal!

"What to drink?" After all the ingredients were served, Sweetheart asked excitedly, rubbing his hands.

"What are you drinking? There is only red wine at home, and I finished beer last time." Situ Qinglang frowned and said, "It seems a bit strange to eat hot pot and drink red wine."

"No matter what it eats, as long as it tastes good and drinks, we don't have to go home or go out, drink a little!" Sweetheart took out the red wine, filled the two of them, held up the cup and said, "Cheers, Happy New Year!"

The young couple sat around the table happily and ate hot pot. Although it was not rich, it seemed lively in such weather and festivals.

Situ Qinglang couldn't help but think that on the second day of the Lunar New Year, he was going back to his parents' home and his mother-in-law's house in China. It's a pity that sweetheart has no home to go back, and there are no parents, grandparents to see. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel sad for her.

"Sweetheart, have you not contacted your grandma's family for a long time?" he asked softly.

Sweetheart's chopsticks were holding sausages in the pot instantly. She said with a sad face: "Please don't mention them on such a wonderful life? You have to know that they don't hold on like Xiaoqiang. As soon as you say, they might come to the door!"

Situ Qinglang was speechless for a moment, and sweetheart sometimes spoke quite...ruthlessly.

She put a crispy intestine into Qinglang bowl, squinted her eyes and said, "This one is delicious, like a little octopus."

Situ Qinglang tasted it perfunctorily: "It's delicious, can you tell me what's going on with your grandma's house?"

Sweetheart doesn't want to hear grandma's house. When she mentions grandma, she thinks of the perverted second uncle Tian Weiguo. She is simply unbearable to look back on the memories!
Chapter completed!