The Male Main’s Uncle Is Openly Obsessed With Me

"Then get up, I will prepare breakfast for you."

Su Yayan's movements suddenly stopped, and her eyes widened in surprise: "Did you prepare breakfast for me?"

"Ok."

"You did it yourself?"

Huo Chenhuan's ears were slightly red, and the little daughter-in-law responded: "Yeah."

Su Yayan blinked, surprised and dazed: "Did you do something sorry for me?"

The expression on Huo Chenhuan's face suddenly froze: "Why do you ask?"

Su Yayan stretched out her hand to embrace his neck, and hung her whole body on him: "If you didn't do something sorry for me, how come you suddenly cook me breakfast by yourself?"

You know, before this someone was someone who didn't even know how to wash rice!

"I didn't do anything I'm sorry to you." Huo Chenhuan hugged Su Yayan's waist back, "I just wanted to make something for you." To make you happy.

"Really?"

"Ok."

Su Yayan took a deep look at him, and took the initiative to kiss him, without asking any more questions.

After washing up at the fastest speed, Su Yayan ran downstairs enthusiastically, wanting to see what breakfast Huo Chenhuan personally gave.

Huo Chenhuan’s breakfast was actually very simple. He fried a poached egg that did not look like a poached egg, and then under the command of the family chef, he gave the wontons wrapped in the refrigerator early.

This is so, Su Yayan still feels a special surprise.

"It looks good." Su Yayan praised the plate, looking at the eggs that were obviously old and greasy.

It's not easy to have this performance the first time you cook, at least it's not fried.

If Huo Chenhuan knew what Su Yayan was thinking, he would make his ears red with embarrassment.

It was not that he didn't fry the eggs, but after wasting a lot of eggs, with the help of a few chefs who screamed, he fryed something that he could use.

Frying eggs is not particularly difficult, but frying a beautiful poached egg still has a certain degree of difficulty for novices like Huo Chenhuan.

Su Yayan didn't hold much hope either, and bit the egg under Huo Chenhuan's implicit expectant gaze.

The egg is indeed a bit old, but it's still in the mouth, just...cough cough, the salt is too much, it tastes a little salty.

Su Yayan swallowed the egg, suppressed the urge to drink water immediately, and encouraged: "It's delicious! The first time you make it, it can be made like this. It's already very good. Maybe we will make it a few more times. I can do it for you."

Huo Chenhuan didn't hear the comfort and exaggeration in Su Ya's words, his eyes lightened slightly, and he said cautiously: "If you like, I will practice more, and I will do it for you every day."

"...That's not necessary. You are so busy every day, and doing this will be very tiring. Just leave it to them."

"As long as you like it, I don't feel tired."

"..." Forget it, this deadly little taste, you have to eat it when you cry!

Sitting across from the dining table, looking at her own nephew who was greasy and crooked with her daughter-in-law, Zheng Qianyang's mouth twitched slightly, feeling that she was a bit superfluous here inexplicably!

The eggs were fried too salty, and the wontons were actually not cooked very well. Several of them were broken. The skins went to the skins, and the fillings went to fillings. The soup was very light without seasoning or salt.

Su Yayan had a bite of eggs and wonton soup.

Quite bitterly thinking about it, fortunately Huo Chenhuan didn't boil the wonton soup as salty as eggs.

This kind of salty and weak, it just neutralizes, and it can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune.