Chapter 825 You Are His
It's only the end of November, and there are still two and a half months to nearly three months until February 14th. How could this guy remind her so early to prepare a birthday present?
How afraid that she will not remember, and then there is no preparation?
Or, how much does this guy look forward to celebrating her birthday with her now?
Thinking of this, Jiang Yao took out her phone again, opened the calendar, and found February of next year. When she confirmed that February 14 was still counting down to the winter vacation, she began to think about this issue.
Since he was looking forward to it so much, he would probably be unhappy if she didn't prepare some present for him, so what gift should she prepare for him?
Thinking about this question, Jiang Yao didn't think about anything until after class.
"Are you a demon? During the last class, your expression changed forever." Wen Xuehui pushed Jiang Yao down, "What are you thinking about during a class?"
"I'm thinking about what I should give someone for his birthday." Jiang Yao said, "Clothes? But he doesn't seem to be short of them. The clothes I bought for him last time, he still has the logo uncut and hung in the army's house .”
"I'm in the army all day, and I wear training uniforms and military uniforms. I can't wear regular uniforms. It's useless if you buy too many." Wen Xuehui said, "Aside from these, what does he want most? Or what does he want you to do most? Otherwise, you might as well tie yourself a bow and give it to him."
After finishing speaking, Wen Xuehui shook her head again, "No, you are all married, you belong to him now, and you can't use it if you give him yourself. Your husband is not short of money or clothing, right! You can Cook him a meal himself!"
Seeing Wen Xuehui talking more and more vigorously, Jiang Yao shook her head directly, and interrupted Wen Xuehui, "In the army, he always cooks for me, and even if I go into the kitchen to help wash the vegetables, he won't let me. Besides, I don't know how to cook. meal."
"What's the use of you! Stop it!" Wen Xuehui pushed Jiang Yao several meters away with a look of disgust.
"What expression do you have? You know how to do it?" Jiang Yao chuckled at Wen Xuehui. Wen Xuehui is also a delicate girl of the Wen family. Now she also has her fingers untouched. What is the difference between her and Jiang Yao?
"I'm not married yet! What do I cook?" Wen Xuehui looked like I'm crazy and I'm only learning to cook now.
"It's not that I'm getting married to be a chef at my husband's house. Why do I have to be able to cook when I'm married?" Jiang Yao took it for granted, then raised her hand and touched the tip of her nose, "It's not that I don't know how to cook, just cook It’s not delicious. At home, my parents don’t want me to do it. Although sometimes my mother always talks about it, saying that a girl still needs to learn to do some housework, but when I really let me learn, it’s this or that. , I use a kitchen knife for fear that I will hurt my hands, I wash vegetables, fear that I will be hot in summer, and fear that I will be cold in winter, when I handle the spoon, I was splashed by oil once, and I am so distressed that I will never be allowed to approach the oil pan.”
Jiang Yao shrugged helplessly, "So, when I get married, I haven't learned many dishes. The only things I can get out are fried eggs and stir-fried vegetables."
Wen Xuehui held her belly and laughed, "Your mother is exactly the same as mine. Every time she talks about my housework, she feels conflicted!"
After laughing enough, Wen Xuehui said again: "Forget it, your husband can cook, and he doesn't want you to cook. It's because he loves you. A man is willing to spoil you, so you can enjoy it."