After half a ring, he lost the battle and said, "I will do it."

"Rice congee?" Claudia smiled and asked, "As far as I know, Mr. Rowan‘s cooking is not very good. Are you sure you do it?"

"Otherwise, you will do it."

"I won‘t do it." Claudia shook his head like a rattle.

"Then I will do it." He said angrily and took her to get the car.

On the way, I called rowan family, mainly to tell the meat dumplings that they would not go back.

The meat dumplings shouted over there, "Dad, where have you been playing? Is it fun? So I won‘t come back?"

Rowan recalled his thin lips and said softly, "I‘ll take you to play next time."

"All right." The meat dumplings sighed, "I want to talk to pupil pupil."

Handing the cell phone to Claudia, Rowan heard her warm voice coaxing her son, with a happy smile at the corners of her eyes and brow.

"Take the things to the kitchen and I‘ll open the window." As soon as he entered, Claudia began to command.

Rowan twisted his eyebrows and refused to comply.

Bags and other things were thrown on the ground. He was holding a recipe in his hand, opening it and studying it carefully.

The living room window opened and Claudia went to open the bedroom again.

The sheets, quilts and so on were torn off and carried to the bathroom and thrown into the washing machine.

After taking out clean bedding and changing it, she twisted a rag and wiped the bedside table casually.

Looking around, Claudia sighed with emotion that the project was huge. After all, he had not come back for a long time.

To clean thoroughly, it is more realistic to find a cleaner.

"How about it? Mr. Rowan‘s dinner list?"

She asked with a smile when she poked her head in.

Rowan glanced at her, did not speak, looked at the expression of the menu in his hand, as if to treat hundreds of millions of contracts.

Claudia came in, took the menu and rummaged through it. "It‘s quite simple. It‘s all home－cooked."

"Simple?"

"Uh－huh." With a smile, she blinked at him. "Why don‘t you beg me, maybe I will help you?"

Beg her?

Do you want it or not?

With a slight cough, Rowan‘s awkward expression and dry spit out two words： "Please."

"Ha ha." When he spoke, Claudia laughed and fell back and forth. She patted the recipe in his arms. She held her chin proudly and said, "No help! Do it well, it‘s all color, aroma and taste!"

"..."

In this way, I really feel at home.

She listened to the rolling sound of the washing machine and the collision of pots and pans in the kitchen, accompanied by Mr. Rowan‘s occasional low－pitched curses.

Holding a cup of coffee, I stood in front of the French window and looked out at the night without any scenery.

It would be nice to live like this in the future.

But she also knows that it is not very realistic.

Therefore, a rare one is even more valuable.

When the sheets and quilts were washed, Claudia took them out of the washing machine and put them on the bed, shouting to Rowan, "Come in and help me!"

Footsteps hurried and he pushed open the door and walked in.

"Wash your hands and help me shake."

Rowan went into the bathroom and came out in half a minute.

Hold the two corners of the sheet with her and spread it out.

She smiled and said, "Got it!"

He nodded his head carelessly.

The faint scent of washing powder drifts into the nose.

She‘s over there, he‘s over here.

He saw her smiling face, dimly flashing behind the shaking sheets.

As his heart tightened, he suddenly pulled forward and gave it a hard pull.

"Ah!" Claudia was suddenly surprised, with an alarm, and rushed forward with great effort.

He hugged her firmly and pressed her on the bed.

"Shit!" In response, she punched him in the chest, "I just washed it!"

Rowan laughed and bent over to peck and kiss her lip.

Claudia secretly pinched the flesh around his waist and twisted an obtuse angle.

He hum in pain and was overturned by her in bed.

Pick up the sheet, there are her and his footprints on it, Claudia angrily kicked him in the calf, "knew to make trouble! Get out of the way to cook!"

Rowan raked her hair and sat up slowly and looked at her.

"What are you looking at?" She stared at him maliciously and pointed to the door. "Don‘t go yet!"