After Amnesia, Me and My Rival Fell in Love In A Variety Show

onfusion on his face.

As soon as Xu Hanyang finished speaking, not only Jian Songchu was confused at the beginning, but the live broadcast room of the two of them was also confused.

[Wait, is that what I understand? The president is going to cook?]

【?? ?My expression is exactly the same as Mrs., does he really know how to cook?]

【Isn’t it a question of whether you can cook? Those foods are things that most people don’t know how to handle.
If they didn’t learn it, how would they be able to cook them?]

[Plus one, I can cook, but I really don’t know what’s in the kitchen]

[And the seafood really tastes so heavy, I really don’t like to deal with it]

As soon as Xu Hanyang got up, everyone was stunned.
For a while, everyone’s eyes fell on him, and then they watched him walk into the kitchen with a blank expression.

“Well, that…” Wu Chu was stunned, “Does Xu always cook?”

As soon as Wu Chu’s amazed voice finished speaking, everyone subconsciously looked at Jian Songchu, all with expressions eager to prove.

When Jian Songchu was stared at by a group of people, her scalp became numb, and a trace of fear appeared in her eyes.

He tried hard to control his expression, and suddenly recalled in his mind the day he woke up.
Xu Hanyang said that it was the 999th anniversary of the two of them cooking.
Jian Songchu, who was guilty, suddenly felt a little more confident.

In order to be afraid of being found out that he was guilty, he just said “um”.

[I wipe, I wipe, it’s officially certified!]

[Xu Hanyang!! I don’t know what kind of surprises you have in the world!! 】

[President, tell me, what is there that you can’t do?! 】

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[Hastily, is this the ideal boyfriend in the legend? Woohoo, I fell in love with him.
】

God knows how fast Jian Songchu’s heartbeat is at this moment, and his whole body is completely wrapped in a guilty conscience.
He can only weakly change his posture and sit up again, and he is even mentally prepared for the possibility of being slapped in the face.

***

Time passed minute by minute.

I don’t know how long it took, and everyone who was waiting eagerly watched the president bring a bowl of rich seafood hand-made noodles to Jian Songchu, and sat down fluently without looking sideways.

“??????????”
“??????????”
This is the bewildered crowd.

“?” This is Jian Songchu with a confused look.

Xu Hanyang handed him the chopsticks and said softly, “Have you waited for a long time? Eat?”

No, you just made this bowl?
Jian Songchu’s pupils trembled.

Seeing that everyone was staring at him, Jian Songchu was like a light on his back, don’t say anything, he didn’t even dare to stretch out his hand.

Seeing that Jian Songchu was uncomfortable, Xu Hanyang turned his eyes slightly, frowned, and glanced back at the people who were staring at him.
Stagger your eyes.

“Yours is in the kitchen.”

After speaking, Xu Hanyang withdrew his eyes, and the gloomy expression just now turned into a compliment when he met Jian Songchu’s gaze, and his face changed as fast as a Sichuan opera.

【Bold! You commoners still want me to bring it to you, can you?】

[I laughed so hard, did everyone just think that the president only made one bowl?]

[I have to say, the president is really skilled in his craftsmanship, handling shrimp line, and removing the viscera and scales of fish with ease]

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[Sure enough, he is a wife-loving madman.
In my eyes, I don’t love anyone except my wife, hahahaha]

[Don’t think about it, except our wife’s hand-rolled noodles, your noodles are all plain.
The president seems to put all the best meat in his wife’s bowl, hhhhhh]

It wasn’t until everyone around stood up that Jian Songchu’s heart was slowly letting go.

At this moment, Jian Songchu also suddenly noticed the appearance of this bowl of hand-rolled noodles, as if thinking of something, his right eyelid twitches slightly.

Xu Hanyang put the chopsticks into Jian Songchu’s hands, his eyes were as gentle as always with a smile, and he said softly, “Don’t you want to eat?”

Jian Songchu’s lips were slightly parted, and he stared at the other party in a dazed way.
He didn’t say anything.
He took a bite of the food the other party made, and he didn’t know what it was.
Tears almost came out of his eyes.

“…How could you do this…?” Jian Songchu knew that he was recording a show, so he controlled his emotions, but his voice was still a little hoarse.

Xu Hanyang smiled slightly, “You said…”

“Your favorite noodles are the noodles that grandma made for you…” The man paused, his eyes still full of tenderness, “But since she left, you haven’t eaten the same taste again.
.”

Jian Songchu was stunned, stared at the man’s eyebrows, and said nothing.

“Do you like it?” Xu Hanyang’s eyes were firm.

Perhaps the man’s gaze was too red, and Jian Songchu’s heart trembled again.

Xu Hanyang………
It has really changed.

[Grass, the president is really good at…]

[No wonder Madam is crying, so there is such a story]

[Woo, woo, hit hit, hit hit, what kind of fairy is this]

[God, I’m inexplicably poked into tears, I also want to eat noodles made by my grandma…]