Chapter 753: The Breakfast of the Dead

"Then get up, I have prepared breakfast for you."

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

"Um."

"You made it yourself?"

Huo Chenhuan's ear tips were slightly red, and she replied like a daughter-in-law: "Yes."

Su Yayan blinked, surprised and confused: "Did you do something to apologize to me?"

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

Su Yayan put her arms around his neck, and hung her whole body on him: "If you didn't do something sorry for me, why did you suddenly cook for me by yourself?"

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

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

"real?"

"Um."

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

After washing up as quickly as possible, Su Yayan ran downstairs excitedly, wanting to see what breakfast Huo Chenhuan cooked for herself.

Huo Chenhuan's breakfast was actually very simple, he just fried a poached egg that didn't look like a poached egg, and then under the command of the chef at home, he ordered the wontons wrapped earlier in the refrigerator.

Even so, Su Yayan still felt a special surprise.

"The appearance is good." Su Yayan praised the eggs without hesitation when she looked at the fried eggs that were obviously a little old and looked oily.

It is not easy to have this performance in the kitchen for the first time, at least not burnt.

If Huo Chenhuan knew what Su Yayan was thinking, his ears would turn red from embarrassment.

It's not that he didn't fry the eggs, but after wasting a lot of eggs, with the help of a few chefs who made a fuss, he managed to fry a good one.

Frying eggs is not particularly difficult, but it is still difficult for a novice like Huo Chenhuan to fry a beautiful poached egg.

Su Yayan didn't hold out much hope, and took a bite of the egg under Huo Chenhuan's implicitly expectant gaze.

The eggs are indeed a bit old, but they are still good to eat, but... ahem, there is too much salt, it tastes a bit salty.

Su Yayan swallowed the egg, suppressed the urge to drink water immediately, and encouraged her: "It's delicious! It's already very good to make it like this for the first time. Maybe I can make it a few more times. In the future, our chefs will all eat it like this." You can do it instead."

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

"...That's not necessary, you are so busy every day, it will be very tiring to do this again, just give them a few."

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

"..." Forget it, I have to eat this nasty little fun even when I cry!

Sitting across the dining table, staring dumbfounded at his own nephew who looked like a little daughter-in-law, the corners of Zheng Qianyang's mouth twitched slightly, somehow feeling that he was a bit redundant here!

The fried eggs were too salty, and the wontons were not cooked very well. Several of them were torn. The skin was the skin, and the filling was the stuffing.

Su Yayan ate a mouthful of eggs and a mouthful of wonton soup.

Thinking with some bitterness, luckily Huo Chenhuan didn't make the wonton soup as salty as eggs.

This kind of salty and light, just neutralized, can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune.