Let's Get Married

That night, Pehry still sleeps in the guest room. This is the first time he sleeps alone in the guest room since he moves here.
Looking at the unfamiliar ceiling of this room, he is not quite in the present moment.
However, at the thought of that the girl, who is sleeping in his bedroom, has become his girlfriend, he is tickled pink.
Love has never been a necessity for him. He always has a win-win relationship with others, so he has never fallen in love with a
girl like this.
It is really different from what he has imagines. His original disdain for love changes into exhilaration, and it is more exciting than
his any success in business.
The night falls and the sun will rise tomorrow morning. No matter what happens, Jasmine will always be by his side, which
makes him pleasant.
Pehry sleeps most soundly in thirty years this night. He always sleeps slightly and dreams often, but this time, he has a good
night's sleep.
Maybe it is because he has someone in his heart now. He wakes up early at half past six in the morning. The first thing he does
when he wakes up is to go to the master bedroom to see whether Jasmine is still there.
Opening the door, Pehry sees in the middle of the big bed, there is a small bump under the white quilt. He walks to the bed and
looks down at the Jasmine who curls up with her hair straggling.
Jasmine sleeps peacefully with her mouth slightly opening to breathe. She looks relaxed. She sleeps late last night, so she is still
sleeping soundly.
It's only half past six, she should sleep a little longer.
Pehry does not want to wake Jasmine up, nor does he kiss her. This is the first time he cares a girl so much.
He is afraid that he will wake her up and disturb her rare sound sleep.
After carefully walking out of the room, Pehry turns around and goes downstairs. He is still wearing a nightgown. He walks into
the kitchen, opens the refrigerator and sees some fresh ingredients that are bought in time, but they are left uncooked.
Normally, the nanny does everything for him, and even his breakfast is prepared by his assistant. The stove at home has never
been on, and only during the time when he was burnt, Jasmine cooked a few meals for him.

Looking at the neatly placed imported knives, Pehry wants to cook. Cooking ... may not be that difficult.
Thinking like this, he reaches out and takes out tomatoes, eggs, whole-grain bread and handmade jam from the refrigerator.
They are all very simple ingredients. After turning on the tap and washing them clean, Pehry starts to make the sandwich
according to his imagination.
He just needs to fry an egg and some tomato pieces, and spread jam on it. How easy!
Pehry put the slices of bread into the toaster and then gets ready to fry the egg.
As a man who has never cooked before, he certainly doesn't know that it needs oil to fry eggs. He just heats up the pot and
directly put the egg onto it.
The egg sizzles with wisps of white smoke rising from the middle of the pot. He dodges backwards, afraid that he will get too
much oil smoke on his clothes.
He doesn't know what level of heat is needed, so he roughly adjusts the heat to its maximum. He waits quietly for a few minutes.
And when he thinks it is time to flip the egg, he finds that the eggs are sticking to the bottom of the pot. No matter what he does,
it won't be off.
"..."
Pehry's face turned dark, and he doesn't know what to do next. He directly cut the egg into three pieces with the spatula.
The fried side is not of the color of yellow and white. It is completely black and brown. It looks bad as if it is picked up from the
garbage.
Pehry feels frustrated. He cannot accept such an egg. He directly walks to the trash can, pouring the egg into the trash can to
destroy the evidence.
"I won't give up." Pehry flushes the pot with water, walks to the stove again, and fries the egg as he did just now.
Although the level of heat is not adjusted too high, Pehry still doesn't put any oil. Although the egg isn't burnt, its yolk is
everywhere. The final product is not so much the fried egg as the fried egg pieces.
He eats a small piece. Although it doesn't look good, its taste is still acceptable, much better than the last one.

Pehry takes out slices of bread, carefully spreads the jam, puts the eggs on it, and then fries the tomatoes pieces before putting
them on the egg one by one.
Looking at the sandwich on the plate, Pehry is a little proud.
Pehry looks at the empty carved plate and feels that it still needs something. Thinking over it, he draws a heart with the jam near
the sandwich on the plate.
It is very cute and as red as the strawberry.
After putting the sandwich on the dining table, he heats up the oats and milk. Although their proportion is not well controlled and
it is more like a bowl of thick oatmeal porridge, but Pehry feels very good about it.
It is already 7:20 when the breakfast is ready. Pehry is about to go upstairs to wake Jasmine up when he hears the footsteps
from upstairs.
Looking up, Pehry sees Jasmine has got her dressed and is walking downstairs.
Pehry raises his eyebrows and pulls out the chair under the table. He stood there and waits for Jasmine, saying, "You do wake
up in time. Your breakfast is ready."
Jasmine walks to Pehry and smells the scent of food in the dining hall. Seeing the sandwich which looks funny on the plate, she
first looks at the kitchen and then at the living room.
She still doesn't see the nanny....
Pehry looks up at Jasmine and said, "Don't look for the nanny. I make it by myself."
After saying that, Pehry repeats, "I cook for you by myself."
Jasmine looks at the sandwich on the porcelain plate again. She wants to say something but hesitates for a long time before
saying, and then she says, "I can tell that from its appearance."
Pehry is silent, and he doesn't know he should be happy or unhappy.
After Jasmine sat down, she doesn't rush to eat the sandwich. Instead, she looks at it carefully. The more she looks at it, the
more unconfident Pehry becomes. Therefore, Pehry says, "Although it doesn't look good, it tastes good. Try it."

Pehry strongly recommends his sandwich. Jasmine has never seen he is so active before. She can't help chuckling, "Before
eating, I want to take a picture."
As she spoke, she is to get her phone.
Pehry stops her and firmly refuses, "No!"
Jasmine is a little confused and asks, "Why?"
"Not this time. When I am experienced, I well do it better and you can take a picture."
Jasmine realizes that Pehry thinks the sandwich doesn't look good.
Jasmine said helplessly, "I won't post it or send it to others. I just want to save it for myself."
But Pehry insists, "No, no one can see it."
"I don't mind how it looks," Jasmine said softly, "I'm very touched that you cook for me, let alone mind its appearance. I just want
to photograph the first sandwich my boyfriend cooks for me. Is that OK?"