[Traveling books + age + marriage first, love later + double cleanliness + food + getting rich + daily life + raising cubs + wood superpower space + baby male protagonist + straight male and female protagonists]
The chef god Lu Yunxi, when she opened her eyes, turned out to be a cannon fodder female supporting character who died early to compete for the male protagonist in the novels of the young white flower era.
After being controlled by the plot for four months, she finally regained control over her body. She just wanted to take the baby in her belly and stay away from the male and female protagonists.
But the little white-flowered heroine insists on finding a sense of presence every three days——
Okay, then don't blame me for flipping the table.
Lu Yunxi opened a restaurant backhand, and the aroma of braised pork filled the whole street, from working in a small street shop to being a chef at a state banquet.
And Pei Zhixu, the ascetic and self-controlled professor from the scientific research institute, started squatting next to her stove every day.
"Professor Pei, the reason why I married you is to register the child with a household registration and to raise the child together. I have no other ideas."
Pei Zhixu tied the apron around her waist and said in a low voice: "Well, you cook and I'll be responsible for eating."
——Later, the whole campus knew that the most active thing that the aloof and dignified Professor Pei did every day was to pick up his wife after get off work.
Reader comments
I'm speechless. I keep saying that the heroine is a little woman, and a woman is just a woman. She's still a little woman.
The gift of 8888 is too outrageous, it's the 1980s. And this matter has spread out, is it life-threatening? As long as I say 888, I can accept it.
I'm speechless. I keep saying that the heroine is a little woman, and a woman is just a woman. She's still a little woman.
The gift of 8888 is too outrageous, it's the 1980s. And this matter has spread out, is it life-threatening? As long as I say 888, I can accept it.
Good. . .