Second Marriage Cute Wife

When he got up the next day, Huo Ting's face was not good. He had a dream all night. His eyes were blue and his face was tired.

After washing, he went out from the bathroom and suddenly smelled a sweet smell, like the smell of porridge. Following the smell, he went all the way to the kitchen. As soon as he got to the kitchen door, he saw Lin Ruolan standing in front of the gas stove cooking porridge.

Lin Ruolan is wearing a light pink apron, and the thin rope around her waist is tied at the back, which vividly outlines her slender waist. Huo Ting once again finds that Lin Ruolan really doesn't seem to have had a baby, and her figure is well maintained.

However, he doesn't care about Lin Ruolan's figure at this time, but his eyes are on Lin Ruolan's movements, slightly distracted.

She's cooking porridge, she's cooking, she's making breakfast.

Head slightly low, radian smooth side face is facing her, beautiful lines of mandibular line like transparent, light.

I don't know how long it has been. In his memory, since his parents had a car accident, no one made breakfast for him any more. On weekdays, all the cookers are aunts in the courtyard. Grandma never cooks. Living there is like living in a castle without human spirit.

Grandma often told him that she would study hard to read the documents and deal with the company's affairs. She would not care whether he was hungry, whether he was cold or not, whether he had nightmares when he went to bed at night, whether he could not get used to the food made by his aunt, and whether she did not like the clothes prepared by his aunt.

Grandma doesn't care.

She is not so much his grandmother as Huo's ruler.

Last night, he seemed to have a nightmare. It was funny to dream that Anyi said goodbye to him. He hadn't dreamed of her for several years. Huo Ting found that in his dream, he would not be angry. When he heard Anyi say goodbye, he didn't have any fluctuation in his heart.

He used to dream of Anyi, but every time it was painful, but not last night, as if someone was holding his hand and giving him other warmth.

"Mr. Huo, why are you here?" Huo Ting is thinking, suddenly heard Lin Ruolan scream, he took back God, light cough, way: "I got up, smell very fragrant, came over."

He realized that he seemed to scare Lin Ruolan.

Huo Ting felt a little sorry for not seeing him for a long time. Because he had been a special forces soldier, many behaviors were engraved in his bones, so he would not make any sound when he walked now. If he deliberately lowered it, sometimes there would be no sound at all.

Lin Ruolan was relieved. She was really scared by Huo ting. She was making breakfast. As soon as she turned around, there was a big living man standing behind her. Could she not be scared.

After patting her chest, Lin Ruolan went to the restaurant with the small milk pot in her hand. Then she came back. Under Huo Ting's eyes, she took another plate full of eggs, roughly six or seven or eight. Then she came back. This time, she took a small plate with pickles and a cylinder.

The cylinder is filled with hot milk, and three glasses have been set on the table. The white milk is very beautiful in the transparent glass. The milk emits heat, and you hardly need to taste it. It seems that you can feel the sweet and rich taste.

"Mr. Huo, you can eat. You eat first, and I'll call Guoguo to get up."

Huo Ting followed Lin Ruolan into the dining room. Seeing that she took off her apron and went into the master bedroom, he began to look at today's breakfast. Huo Ting was surprised by the breakfast.

It's not because of how rich the breakfast is, but because it's not cold but warm at home.

Lin Ruolan prepared a total of 100 meters of sweet potato porridge, seven fried eggs, three cups of milk, a stack of small pickles, three ham sausages. The number of eggs is a little large. It may be estimated that he ate more. She and Guoguo ate one of the seven eggs, and the remaining five were all his.

These dishes are not exquisite, and even eggs are put in a basin, but these are not exquisite dishes, but reveal a strong family warmth. Huo Ting vaguely remembers the pile of pickled vegetables. Her mother used to like to pickle them by herself. Every time he had a meal, even if there were no vegetables, he could eat a whole bowl of white rice with cabbage.

Huo Ting's mother has good conditions at home, but she is not arrogant. On the contrary, she is raised virtuously by his grandmother. She can go to the hall and go to the kitchen. There are not only pickles, but also other dishes she makes. When she is free, she will let her father take her brother to have a picnic with him. The fruits and snacks are all prepared by her mother.

After his mother died, he never ate any more.

I don't know the difference between Lin Ruolan's pickle and his mother's pickle.

"Mr. Huo, you are not afraid of salty food if you eat salty food without food." While Huo Ting was guessing, suddenly his hand was patted gently, and then he heard Lin Ruolan's complaint.

After a while, Huo Ting found that he thought about it and took a small pickle in his hand. If Lin Ruolan hadn't reminded him, he would have eaten it.

There are too many absences today, Huo Ting thought. However, he didn't feel bad, but he was very relaxed.

Seeing that Lin Ruolan came out with the fruit in his arms, he did not put the pickle back, but directly threw it into his mouth. The special salty flavor of the pickle burst out in his mouth. When he got up in the morning, his gloomy mood disappeared instantly, and his mood gave Lin Ruolan a smile.

"Delicious, not salty."

Lin Ruolan stares at huoting's smiling face suspiciously and shakes his head. Forget it, if it's not salty, it's not salty.

"Come on, Guoguo, have dinner." Put the fruit on the children's chair, Lin Ruolan helped her scoop a small bowl of porridge with a small bowl, blow and blow, and then handed her a small spoon and asked her to eat in a gentle voice.

Guoguo ate by himself when he was three years old. Now he can eat well without Lin Ruolan watching.

Holding a small spoon, Guoguo scooped a spoonful of porridge in his mouth. With a spoon in his short, fat hand, some clumsy, but steady, he put porridge in his mouth. After eating a mouthful of porridge, Guoguo seemed to have finished the task, and cried with a smile: "Mom, Guoguo has eaten porridge!"

"The fruit of our family is wonderful!" Lin Ruolan encouraged to pat the forehead of Guoguo, "well, Guoguo must continue to eat in order to grow strong."

Huo Ting also laughed, "Guoguo is really great."

It's time for children to eat, and it's time for adults to eat, too.

Lin Ruolan gave huoting a bowl of porridge and pushed the egg in front of him. He was a little embarrassed and said, "my skill is not very good. I made these for breakfast. Mr. Huo, don't give up."

Huo Ting took a big mouthful of porridge, but it was not too hot. Then he took another bite of fried eggs and said calmly, "I don't dislike it. It's delicious."

It's really delicious. He hasn't eaten such delicious food for a long time, and he hasn't sat down to eat like this for a long time. Every time he has dinner with his grandmother, it's like performing official duties. Sitting at both ends of the long table, he can hardly see each other's faces.

It has been a long time since he realized eating at a small table in a small home like this. How could he dislike this feeling.

Huo Ting even felt that it was almost the best meal he had in recent years.

"Do you often cook by yourself?" If Huo Ting is in a good mood, he will be in the mood to talk to Lin Ruolan. If stone or Huo Taijun are here, they will lose their chin, because Huo Ting can hardly speak at breakfast. He is just like a machine to finish the task of eating.

Lin Ruolan didn't know. He just thought Huo Ting liked to talk, so he said with a smile: "well, in the past, when I was a child, Guo Guo was not in good health, and I didn't go to work, so I basically did all the housework at home, and I did the dishes at home. His mother could cook, but she couldn't help me."

"But I'm ashamed." Lin Ruolan was a little embarrassed. "After so many years of cooking, I didn't make any progress in my craft. It's OK to cook home-made dishes. If the guests come here and want to cook exquisite dishes, they may not be able to do so. They still have to eat outside. Fortunately, Guo Guo doesn't dislike her mother's cooking."

Guoguo raised his head and said in a loud voice, "Mom's cooking is the best, so Guoguo won't give up."

"Yes, Guoguo is right." Huo Ting echoed, his eyes were very soft, "Mom's cooking is the best, no matter how delicious the food is outside, there is less taste."

Lin Ruolan naturally said: "the taste of home?"

Huo Ting was a little surprised, then nodded, "yes."

This time, Lin Ruolan was surprised, because she and Li ruoshang also talked about this topic. At that time, Li ruoshang also said that there was less feeling in the food outside, so she told Li ruoshang that maybe it was the feeling of home that she killed. Now, I didn't expect Huo ting to say the same.

It seems that although these famous young men have a good life, their family atmosphere is not so good.

Living like them, I don't know whether it's enviable or envious, but Lin Ruolan doesn't, because she only wants to have a nice little life, just plain, a warm family. It doesn't need too much money, just enough.

People can't pursue interests all their lives. It suddenly occurred to her that Xu Yifan's disgust is her. That's why she derailed.

This kind of thought of her is so insipid that her life is so insipid that she will get tired of it after a long time.

However, Lin Ruolan will not belittle himself, because no matter how strong the previous feelings are, he will eventually go to marriage and family, and will eventually return to plain, vigorous is love, isn't plain light love?

What's more, why didn't Xu Yifan tell her that he was disgusted with the insipid? How could he know that she would not change.

"Mr. Huo, if you like to eat, eat more." Lin Ruolan quickly greets huoting, so that he won't feel sorry for himself.

Huo Ting raised his eyebrow and ate it for his face. Huo Ting was very comfortable and in a good mood. Seeing that Lin Ruolan and Guoguo had eaten almost as well, he raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist and said, "have you eaten well? Then pack up and go to the amusement park together. "

"Mr. Huo, no need."

Huo Ting: "eh?"

Lin Ruolan bowed his head and said in some embarrassment: "Mr. Huo, you don't have to accompany us to the amusement park."

Huo Ting's smile on the corner of his mouth gradually faded away. He stared at the little woman in front of him and said in a deep voice, "give me a reason."