My Cute Wife

Chapter 28 Act Cute (Part Two)

Mino thought that it was a good idea. How could she be so clever? And as an intelligent girl, can't she

cook it?!

So she began to look for the eggs, but after a long time, there was no such thing in the kitchen.

So she asked, "Zelda, don't we have eggs?"

"Mrs. Mino, do you want to eat eggs?" When Mino asked, Zelda thought it was her that wanted to eat

the eggs. "We didn't prepare the eggs at home, because your grandfather and young master don't eat

these."

Mino sneered. How could Mr. Ryan be so picky about food! 'TSK, TSK, what a shame.'

"Why don't they eat eggs? Eggs are nutritious." Mino was confused.

"Because young master's father likes it very much. Your grandpa and young master don't want to be

sad when they see the eggs, so they don't eat much. " Zelda said with sadness.

"Well, all right." Mino didn't expect that and she didn't know what to say at that moment.

She hesitated for a while and decided to ask Zelda for help. It was getting late. If she didn't do it now, it

would be pity to get up so early today.

"Zelda, can you tell me. What does Ryan like to eat? I want to cook for him by myself." When Mino

called Ryan's name, she felt so awkward.

Mino lowered her head, feeling embarrassed. But Zelda kept silent for a long time. When she looked

up, she saw Zelda's eyes filled with tears. What was she doing!

"Mrs. Mino, you are so kind to our young master. I really don't know what to say. Let me teach you!"

'Zelda, it's just a breakfast. I used to cook it for stray dogs. Do you have to be so moved?'!

Mino was shocked by Zelda's reaction. She suddenly felt that this was not a good plan, but Zelda held

her hands and began to teach her.

It turned out that Mino's hands were really very stupid! All bread was toasted with a toasted bread

machine. Zelda's bread was slightly scorched, and the temperature was just right, but why was her Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

bread charred!

They also cooked millet porridge. Zelda's porridge was orange. It was soft and glutinous. She cooked

porridge with her fingers. But it looked nauseating. But in the final analysis, she just added a little corn

in it. 'Well, maybe a little bit more. But it shouldn't be cooked like this.' Mino thought in mind.

All in all, the breakfast was ready in a mess. The scalds on Mino's hand were conspicuous.

It was almost time for breakfast, but breakfast still didn't come up. Ryan was a little unhappy. He was

about to go to the kitchen to have a look when he saw Zelda coming with the breakfast with a smile,

followed by Mino who looked down.

"Mr. Yuan and Mr. Ryan, Mrs. Mino went to the kitchen early this morning to prepare the breakfast for

you. You'd better have a try." Zelda smiled as she put down the breakfast.

"Is today's breakfast made by Mino? Then grandpa must try it!" Mr. Yuan seemed to be very happy.

But when he looked at the breakfast on the table, the corners of his mouth froze.

'Is... Is this really edible?' Mr. Yuan hesitated to take his chopsticks.

When Mino saw the hesitant look on Mr. Yuan's face, she almost buried her head in the floor.

"The floor is made of marble, there is no crack for you to drill." Ryan's teasing words almost made her

choke.

Mino wanted to retort, but she had remembered what he had asked her to do yesterday.

Mino ground her teeth, trying not to be aggressive. After a while, she said with a flattering smile, "Ryan,

grandpa, I haven't cooked properly for you since I married Ryan. So today I cook breakfast for you. I'm

not good at cooking, so please make do with all the food here."

After she finished her words, Mino felt a little embarrassed. Because in her eyes, there was nothing to

eat on the table.

A burnt bread pieces, baked bacon, and porridge as thick as rice. As long as she made it, good things

could be ruined.

The only thing they could eat was the pickles cooked by Zelda later. But that wasn't made by her.

Mino brushed her hair and smiled at the two men embarrassedly.

Mr. Yuan was amused by her loveliness. "It doesn't matter. It's your first time to cook, right?"

Mino nodded.

"It's good that the first time you cooked. It was the first time Ryan's grandmother cooked, and she

almost tore it down! Nobody could tell what the material was made of! Well, it was unforgettable! " Mr.

Yuan recalled the time he spent with his wife, and his eyes were full of expectation.

"Really? And she is as good at cooking as me? " Mino was overjoyed to see the colleague at last.

"Of course you are much better at cooking than your grandmother. She was even more acting

shamelessly. I remember that I suffered from diarrhea for several days after that meal. She insisted that

my stomach and intestines were not good, and her meals detoxed for me! Was she right? She was so

bad! Mr. Yuan kept speaking ill of his wife. An old man who had been in his twilight years smiled

happily.

When Mino saw the expression on his face, she was deeply touched. Even though Ryan didn't say

anything, Mino could see that he was listening carefully.

"But since his grandmother passed away, I've been thinking about her meals, but found no one to cook

for me." The last sentence of Mr. Yuan was filled with strong nostalgia and deep sadness.

Upon hearing his words, Mino was so moved that she even wanted to cry.