My Husband is Not Rubbish
35. My wife is the best.
Viona checks the fridge for ingredients for her husband's dinner.
He took out some raw materials. Viona decided to cook two dishes for her husband's dinner.
Chicken sauce butter and broccoli saute onion.
Viona quickly worked on the ingredients she would cook, cutting two chicken breast fillets into six pieces.
Bernard noticed his wife was very good at cooking, he seemed amazed at the way Viona's hands were so deft at working on the ingredients.
The fragrance of Viona's cooking began to smell a while later.
Bernard swallowed his saliva, holding back the hunger he had been holding back.
Within fifteen minutes of Viona's cooking being finished, it was really quick.
Bernard admitted his wife was very good at cooking, she did not want anyone else to taste her cooking.
Only he will enjoy it, his wife is his, so only he has the right.
Viona scoops the rice into Bernard's plate, then delivers it to Bernard's front.
Putting down his finished dishes, chicken butter sauce and broccoli saute onion.
Because it was night Viona made carrot juice for her husband's diet.
Bernard ate very voraciously, he was so quick to eat that still hot food.
It's really very tasty, Bernard thought, chewing his food so quickly that it made a noise.
Drink the juice with one gulp, and then burp so satisfied.
Viona was only stunned to see her husband finish his meal quickly, the plate clean shiny.
Nothing was left, very clean.
Is she hungry? thought Viona felt guilty, meaning she went out there was no dinner outside.
"Very good, so delicious!" bernard said with satisfaction, "My wife is indeed the best.I really like.want to cook anything, it's so delicious!"
Since her mother died, Viona has been good at cooking. She learned to cook when she was a teenager.
And sometimes he cooks for his Dad and his brother if Aunt isn't home.
Bernard brought his dirty dishes to the dishwasher sink.
"I washed the dishes" said Bernard.
"Good" Viona replied smiling.
He cleaned the leftover materials that littered the kitchen table and kitchen dining table.
After Bernard finished washing the dirty dishes, he hugged his wife from behind.
"Thank you wife..tomorrow morning I want if you cook breakfast for us huh?" he muttered in Viona's ear.
Viona smiled at my husband's request.
"okay!" viona replied.
"It's eleven o'clock at night.let's go to the room to rest!" bernard said, then carrying Viona.
"E.hh!" Viona was startled suddenly at Bernard's lift.
"You're tired of cooking for my dinner, I'll serve Mrs Bernard now!" bernard said he was peeping his wife's cheek.
Viona was ashamed of her husband, and she put her hand on Bernard's neck.
Viona slid her face into Bernard's neck, she was embarrassed to cross paths with the Mansion Servant to see her at night in her husband's bopong.
"Don't be ashamed of my wife, you are the mistress of this house.Don't be ashamed to show your affection for your own husband" whispered Bernard in Viona's ear, he smiled comically at his wife's bashful behavior of the cat.
Bernard then brought Viona out of the kitchen, as if Viona's body was very light Bernard took her in a calm step.
Bernard pushed the door of the room with his well-built body, closing it back by pushing it with his back.
Seriate.....