But when I looked at the past, I saw my husband looking very worried.

Tang Jingyun quickly took down the knife she was chopping vegetables from Song Tiantian's hand, held her palm, and said in a very accustomed tone, "Who asked you to cook?" What should I do if I get hurt? ”

Steward Chen: "......"

It turned out that his husband was not worried about the kitchen being lifted at all, and he was only worried about the young lady's body from beginning to end.

Well, she should have recognized this a long time ago.

"You go to the restaurant and wait, breakfast will be ready in no time." Song Tiantian didn't care, pulled his hand out of his hand, pushed his body, and walked out of the kitchen.

Soon, she brought the prepared breakfast.

A bowl of shredded pork noodles, fried a poached egg on top.

"That's good, isn't it?" Song Tiantian raised her eyebrows slightly, picked up the chopsticks, and ate it in a big gulp, seeing that Tang Jingyun was indifferent, she frowned a little unhappily, "Try it?" ”

"You did this all morning and almost blew the kitchen up?"

"What did you do all morning? I'll just do it for thirty minutes, okay? What else does it mean to turn the kitchen upside down? I just broke a few eggs, wasted a few pieces of meat, and almost ...... when I lit the fire"

The more she spoke, the tighter his brows furrowed, and Song Tiantian quickly closed his mouth.

"Forget it, if you don't eat it, I'll eat it yourself, it just so happens that I'm hungry, so I eat two small portions." After speaking, Song Tiantian straightened up and was about to take the bowl of noodles in front of him, Tang Jingyun picked up the chopsticks and flicked her hand.

"Sit down."

Song Tiantian pursed his lips and withdrew his hand in a sneer.

The maid who was waiting for the meal on the side stared at Song Tiantian's bowl of noodles that was not delicate and had been pasted for a long time, thinking to himself, with his husband's extremely tricky taste, he shouldn't be able to eat it, right?

What's more, in this bowl of noodles of the young lady, there is also coriander, which Mr. hates the most.

Tang Jingyun didn't pick much about what she made, under the burning gaze of Song Tiantian, he picked up the chopsticks, picked out the coriander one by one, and then sandwiched a chopstick noodle and tasted it elegantly.

I thought it would taste bad, but to his surprise, her craftsmanship was pretty good.

Of course, shredded pork noodles are Song Tiantian's best, and the rest of the dishes can only be described as futures.

Song Tiantian saw that he was moving his chopsticks, and he didn't know which nerve was wrong, and she was happy in her heart, she was even happier than if she was full, she was eating the noodles in the bowl, and her eyes glanced at him from time to time.

This morning, he seems to be no different from usual, and last night's weirdness, like an illusion, flashed by.

She wanted to ask him about last night, but when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them back unconsciously.

Last night, in his eyes, she saw many emotions that she had never seen before, vulnerable, helpless, and tormented......

She can empathize with such feelings.

It's exactly the same feeling she had four years ago.

She didn't want to ask him, because she didn't want to offend the scar in his heart again.

Of course, Tang Jingyun observed her expression of wanting to speak and stopped, not that he wanted to hide it from her on purpose, but that he was unwilling to share the gloomy things in the past.

From the time he took over her life, his devotion should only live in the sunshine.