บท 1270: The truth hurts (5)

It had been almost an hour. Why was he not back yet?

"Honey, I want to eat fried eggs."Su Ruowan looked at him and continued to speak eagerly.

".."Jing Muchen's handsome face wrinkled slightly. After a long while, he let go of the rice cooker and said,"... Uh, how?"

"First, add the oil. After the oil is smoking, add the eggs. Then, sprinkle a little salt. When the eggs are fried on both sides, scoop them out and you can eat them."Su Ruowan tilted her head and said playfully with a hint of mischief.

Jing Muchen was speechless.

It did sound simple.

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Hence, when Li Qing and Aunt Qiao returned home, they were shocked to see the man in the kitchen wearing a white shirt and black trousers, but wearing a flowery apron and holding the pot lid as a shield. His expression was calm, but there was a hint of hesitation.

His usual stern, steady, and reserved image was really too inconsistent.