For the first time, Blanca felt that she was not as good as a man.
Matthew as a child is the all-rounder, plus he himself is a picky eater, so he has learned a lot of cooking himself In fact, it is mainly because the Mrs. Brown is sometimes absent, so Matthew can only mad himself.
First, he made the noodles, then rolled them out, and finally boiled the pot and poured the noodles in …
The base is homemade in the store, so there is no need for Matthew to prepare it.
…
The first time, a bowl of fragrant beef noodles with green onions and a rich aroma came out of the oven, Blanca was simply dazzled and could not help but swallow.
“Does it look good?”
It is very good …
Blanca propped her hands on the table and couldn’t wait, “Is this for me?”
“Did I make it to eat myself?” Matthew laughed.
He hadn’t noticed before, but Blanca was so cute. The more time I spent with her, the more I felt that Blanca was sometimes silly and cute.
“Hey, hey, thanks hubby.”
Blanca licked her tongue, very happy, wrapped her arm around Matthew’s and wanted to take a bite, but Matthew dodged it, he put the bowl and chopsticks on the table, his expression with a bit of arrogance, “Try it.”
Perhaps the aroma is too strong, even the boss who is chasing the drama with great interest can not help but cast a glance over here.
Matthew was afraid that she would get burned, so he made her a blueberry mashed potatoes, but he didn’t bring it out just now.
“Hmm? … Matthew how come you are so good? Why do you know how to do everything?”
“Maybe. mrs. Grant, can you be satisfied?”
“Yes, yes, very satisfied.”
Blanca’s eyes had narrowed to a slit when she smiled, and she took a bite with her small fork, the softness of the potatoes and the sweetness of the blueberries melted in her mouth, leaving her lips and teeth fragrant.
It was like being surrounded by sunshine, warm all around, like a feather brushing her heart, and Blanca felt like something was about to jump out of her chest.
Matthew had pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Blanca. He didn’t eat, but sat upright and looked at Blanca.
Blanca had finished her blueberry mashed potatoes and was just about to eat her beef noodles when she felt a hot line of sight fall on her.
“That … actually you can play with your phone for a while?” Blanca said as she bit into her chopsticks and rested her elbows on the table.
Someone staring at their own dinner, a little embarrassed …
This person is also the person he likes, more awkward.
“Why play with the phone?” Matthew a serious. To him, the phone is just a communication tool, or something to deal with work to contact partners.
Why do you play with your phone? This reason ….
Blanca bites her chopsticks, her eyebrows knotted, but don’t people usually play with their phones when they are waiting or bored? What is Matthew saying?
Blanca can only say, “If you’re bored, play with your phone for a while, it’s better than … staring at me.”
‘Oh, I don’t like to play with my phone, I like to stare at you.”