Chapter 117 Marry a Man Who Can't Cook

Not knowing how to answer before or after, Song Jiuyue looked at Gu Yanhao faintly, and put the soup bowl gently in his hand.

Gu Yanhao served the soup and looked at Song Wuyou.

Mu Gu raised his eyebrows, and he clearly saw that Gu Yanhao's eyes when looking at Song Wuyou were different from the eyes he looked at them.

Even if it is cold, it is not the same cold.

Gu Yanhao scooped up a spoonful of soup and put it on his lips to test the temperature.

It's hot!

He exhaled softly.

Song Wuyou couldn't help frowning when he saw his thoughtful actions.

Her mind froze again.

In the previous life, Dongfang Xuan was also very considerate.

However, since he became king, this kind of consideration is no longer for her.

"Open your mouth." Gu Yanhao's spoon was brought to her mouth, but she looked at him blankly, Gu Yanhao's eyes deepened, and he said in a deep voice.

Song Wuyou came back to his senses, opened his mouth, and drank the soup he fed.

She swallowed it, the soup was not very good.

She raised her eyes and glanced at Song Jiuyue, frowning slightly.

Song Jiuyue was secretly unhappy at her actions.

Her appearance was obviously disgusting with the chicken soup she cooked.

"What's wrong? Doesn't it taste good?" Gu Yanhao asked.

"It seems... no salt." Song Wuyou looked embarrassed to break it down.

"I put it away!" Song Jiuyue immediately explained: "It may be because I put it away less, I don't usually cook."

It was the first time that she made soup for a woman she hated, and Song Jiuyue really wanted to slap herself a few times at this time.

Nothing to do, what to do to pluck her horsehair?

"It doesn't matter, it's hard to drink, but I'm a wounded person, so I should drink some light and salty soup." Song Wuyou smiled generously and decently.

Song Jiuyue gritted her teeth secretly.

Good you Song Wuyou, I made chicken soup for you, not only did you not thank me, but you also said that it was unpalatable in front of Young Master Gu and Mu Gu?

And deliberately remind them that she is the wounded, so that they can care about her?

Song Jiuyue looked at Song Wuyou, when did this arrogant woman become so scheming?

"You're going to drink. When you recover, you can eat whatever you want." Gu Yanhao's tone was rarely warm.

Song Jiuyue was slightly startled and looked at him in disbelief.

Song Wuyou smiled sweetly, "I want to eat what you made with your own hands?"

The pale face with a sweet smile, like a snow lotus blooming in the snow, is particularly beautiful and dazzling.

Gu Yanhao and Mu Gu were both startled by her smile, their eyes locked onto her face.

"As long as you don't dislike what I've done is unpalatable." Gu Yanhao curled his lips, his voice soft.

"It's really not an honorable thing to marry a man who can't cook." Song Wuyou curled his lips, a little disgusted.

"I can learn." Gu Yanhao said confidently: "I'm born smart, and I can learn everything."

"Humph." Song Wuyou believed it, but she just looked contemptuous.

"If you want to eat beggar chicken, teach me when you are discharged from the hospital. If you want to eat it later, you don't need to do it, I'll do it."

"Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?" Song Wuyou looked at Gu Yanhao seriously.

Gu Yanhao looked at her deeply, "I figured it out, since I've married you back, I'll do my duty as a husband."

When Song Wuyou heard this, her heart throbbed fiercely.

Mu Gu's peach blossom eyes blinked, and the gaze locked on Song Wuyou's face moved to Gu Yanhao's face.

When did this man learn to show affection?

Song Jiuyue's expression became worse and worse as she listened to their conversation.

She said hastily, "Jiumei is still waiting for me to eat, so I'll go back first."