My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 353

His tweet immediately caused an uproar.

One reply read: Which supermarket is this? Wow, Mr. Nolan is so down to earth!

Another read: They bought so many ingredients. Is Mrs. Nolan going to cook? Oh dear! I think I’ve just discovered a secret. The wealthy Mrs. Nolan cooks her own meals and never relied on her servants! I envy Mr. Nolan so much!

One netizen expressed his jealousy: Damn it, I’m so jealous. Mr. Nolan is so lucky to get such a pretty and caring wife.

Another was quick to guess: What is Mrs. Nolan cooking? Steak with roasted carrots? Spiced eggplant quinoa salad?

Someone replied the above comment: Stop being funny. She also bought some leafy greens!

This young man who was a social media addict wasn’t popular at all on Twitter.

But because he had posted this photo, his followers increased at an alarming speed.

He was so excited he even thought of becoming an influencer.

The young man was a photographer, albeit one without many skills. He could take better photos than other people, but he wasn’t that skilled and well-known in the photography industry.

But since he had gained so many followers now, of course he had to show off his skills.

He instantly posted photos which he had taken previously.

of his new followers were

praises

the young man’s

was now officially a

asking to collaborate with him. The price they offered was low, but at least he had an income

buy instant noodles as

photography instead of getting a proper job, so his parents refused

couldn’t express how thankful he was to have met Mr.

They were his benefactors!

returned to

in the kitchen and

his suit and arched her brows. “Change your clothes. Also, bring me

orders obediently

at

to his ears. Even when she was

he was terrified if she refused to speak to

space as her and breathing in the same air as her. It was so comfortable he felt like the rain had descended after a

was about to take the apron

when the man flung his arms around her and brought her into

shove him away when he drawled out sexily, “Don’t move. I’ll tie

the apron and put