Early the next morning, Yu Changle woke up with two panda eyes, thinking about making a nutritious breakfast for Meng Jiu'an, who had fainted last night.
After all, despite her status as his wife, she still lives in his house. When he is injured, she must fulfill her obligations as a wife.
But when she opened the door, a tall figure was already busy in the kitchen.
The early morning sunlight shines on him through the window, glowing with a faint golden light. His broad back casts a shadow, making him look particularly reliable.
Hot steam filled the small kitchen, enveloping the food...what was it?
Yu Changle wrinkled his nose and took two more sniffs. What kind of sour and mushy dish is this?
She walked over curiously, wanting to peek out from behind Meng Jiuan:
"What are you doing?"
Meng Jiu'an trembled, apparently not noticing anyone approaching. He had just been concentrating on finishing the omelette in his hand.
His voice was a little panicked at the moment: "I'm cooking noodles. It'll be ready soon. You get out first!"
He was so anxious that he didn't pay attention to the commanding tone of his voice. Yu Changle rolled his eyes after hearing this.
Just go out, as if someone wants to steal your food!
Too lazy to care about what he was doing, Yu Changle went to wash up. But after she finished washing, she sat there for a long time and did not see Meng Jiu'an come out of the kitchen.
Her stomach was used to having breakfast, and it had already begun to pound, so she had no choice but to go to the kitchen again.
When he opened the curtain, he saw Meng Jiu'an motionless with his back to him in a daze, and there was a strange smell in the air that was stronger than the smell just now.
She walked over and took a look, oh! The pot has been burned black, and there is still a black stuff in the pot, which has been burned to a burnt state.
Yu Changle quickly pushed him away, turned off the fire, wrapped the pot handle in a cloth and put it into the sink.
She looked at the messy kitchen countertop in front of her and felt dizzy: "Are you making breakfast or doing an experiment?!"
Meng Jiu'an's face turned red: "I think it's quite easy to make an omelette. Why..."
Meng Jiu'an usually had breakfast in the army canteen. Occasionally he would boil water to steam steamed buns, pancakes and the like and eat them at home. He had never cooked a serious meal for himself.
Thinking that Yu Changle had taken care of him last night, and considering that she was a picky eater, he thought of trying to make a bowl of omelette noodles.
Who knew that the process of making an omelette would already be a mess!
One moment the egg stuck to the pan, the next the soy sauce turned into vinegar, and more sugar was added to compensate, and finally it all stuck to the pan and couldn't be shoveled off...
Yu Changle was angry and funny. He thought Meng Jiuan was really an almighty king, but he turned out to be a kitchen idiot.
She pushed Meng Jiu'an out of the kitchen door: "Go and wash up. You're covered in charcoal dust. You want to eat omelette noodles, right? It'll be quick, ten minutes."
Meng Jiu'an mumbled and tried to explain that he didn't want to eat omelette noodles, but he felt that he couldn't say it, so he had to give up.
What surprised him was that Yu Changle really kept his word and served the fragrant omelette noodles on the table ten minutes later.
There is a large bowl of soup topped with golden fried eggs, blanched vegetables, and a handful of chopped green onions sprinkled on the soup, which further stimulates the aroma of the soup.
Yu Changle handed the chopsticks to his hand: "Eat it while it's hot."
After saying that, he started eating by himself, looking like he was enjoying the food.
Meng Jiu'an hesitantly picked up the noodles and took a bite. He was suddenly surprised. He had never seen Yu Changle cook before. She actually knew how to cook? !
Not only could he cook it, but he also made it so delicious. Meng Jiuan unknowingly finished one mouthful after another and quickly finished the large bowl of noodle soup, including all the soup.
Yu Changle didn't eat as fast as him, and was still eating slowly.
Meng Jiu'an looked at the woman in front of him who was eating noodles with her head down, and couldn't help but be filled with doubts.
When did she become so elegant when eating?
Looking at the dining table again, it used to be filled with dirty dishes and greasy leftovers, but now it was covered with a white tablecloth at some point, making it clean and tidy.
Since that day, she seemed to have really...changed a lot.
As soon as Yu Changle looked up, he saw Meng Jiuan looking at him thoughtfully. Then he saw the bowl in front of him that was full of soup, and he protected his own bowl:
"If it's not enough, go make some steamed buns yourself."
Meng Jiu'an was stunned for a moment, and then he was amused by her actions to protect the food, and couldn't help laughing heartily.
Yu Changle was also stunned. This was the first time she saw Meng Jiuan smiling so happily in front of her. Even in the memory of the original owner, he either had a cold face or was so angry that veins appeared on his forehead. look.
It turns out he looks pretty good when he smiles.
Inadvertently, the scene before going to bed last night appeared in her mind again. Yu Changle's round face turned red and he hurriedly immersed himself in eating noodles.
Meng Jiu'an smiled and suddenly realized that his current state was very strange. He actually felt a very warm feeling!
This is too weird!
He immediately stopped laughing and stared at Yu Changle alertly, warning himself that what he saw in front of him was too unusual.
Ever since Yu Changle first mentioned the topic of divorce to her that day, her whole person had undergone tremendous changes, and life experience told Meng Jiu'an that it was absolutely impossible for such a drastic change to happen to a person in such a short period of time!
The most reasonable explanation is that she is deliberately pretending to be virtuous and virtuous!
The warm feeling just now actually made him more confused than the tense tension before.
Soon, Meng Jiu'an adjusted his emotions and reminded himself: She did these things just to retreat in order to advance, and she didn't want to get divorced!
Thinking back to the empty scene when he returned home that night, Meng Jiuan's face instantly returned to indifference.
Yu Changle seemed to notice that the air across from him suddenly solidified again. He looked blankly at Meng Jiu'an, who was serious again, wondering in his mind what was going on with him.
Before she could ask, Meng Jiuan spoke first:
"How's your job search going?"
Yu Changle let out a long breath. It turned out that he was urging himself to find a job and move out. Fortunately, he was not idle these days.
But for some reason, she felt a bitter feeling in her heart. Maybe it was because the original owner still couldn't let go of this unrequited love.
Yu Changle quickly regained his composure and replied calmly: "It's almost done. The results should be available at the beginning of the month."
Did you find a job so quickly?
Meng Jiu'an was a little surprised. He originally thought that it would be difficult for Yu Changle to find a job here with her academic qualifications and abilities, and he planned to ask someone to help introduce her. Who would have thought that she would find a job on her own.
"Which unit?"
Meng Jiu'an really didn't believe it. She wouldn't be deceived because she was in a hurry to find a job.
Yu Changle thought for a while and replied: "It's not a work unit, it's just a small clothing store."
Meng Jiuan frowned when he heard about the small clothing store.
Although she knew that with her ability she would definitely not be able to get into a state-owned enterprise, the store she opened by herself was too insecure.
