My Cute Wife

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.

long time. When she looked up, she saw Zelda's eyes

are so kind to our young master. I really don't know what to say. Let me teach you!" 'Zelda, it's just a

felt that this was not a

were really very stupid! All bread was toasted with a toasted bread machine. Zelda's bread

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

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

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.

kitchen early this morning to prepare the breakfast for you. You'd better have a try." Zelda smiled as she put

try

the table, the corners of his

Mr. Yuan hesitated to take his chopsticks.

Mr. Yuan's face, she almost

for

had remembered what he had asked

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

little embarrassed. Because in her eyes, there was nothing to eat on the