Chapter 795

It's delicious! Unexpectedly, my sister-in-law still has this skill. In the future, he must often come to rub rice.

George thought silently in his heart.

After drinking a bowl, George happily held the bowl and looked at Han Muzi.

"Can I have another bowl?"

Han Muzi looked at him and saw his expression with infinite expectation. He looked drunk after drinking fish soup. Some couldn't help laughing.

For all chefs, loving his dishes is a kind of affirmation and praise.

Han Muzi is not a cook, but she cooked the meal today. George likes to eat what she makes so much, which is a special affirmation and praise for her.

She was naturally happy. As soon as she was happy, she simply stood up and took his bowl.

"OK, I'll fill it for you."

However, at this time, the night Tingchen, who had been sitting quietly, finally couldn't help but speak in a cold voice.

"Don't you have a hand?"

Suddenly, the sound made them stunned. George and yetingchen looked at each other and clearly saw the thick warning at the bottom of his dark eyes.

He was silent for a moment, took back his eyes and got up: "I'd better come by myself!"

Then he took the bowl in Han Muzi's hand back, got up and filled the fish soup himself. He was very depressed.

Hum, this Wei Chi Shen must be jealous that he has fish soup served by his sister-in-law, but he doesn't.

Han Muzi found out at this time that yetingchen had not moved chopsticks since he sat down.

Is it not to his taste? Han Muzi was not sure what he thought for a moment. He only took a bowl and filled him with a bowl of fish soup.

"Why don't you... Have a bowl of fish soup first."

George secretly glanced at yetingchen.

Night Tingchen looked at the bowl of fish soup in front of him and secretly compared it in his heart. It seemed that it was more than George's, and his heart was more comfortable.

He raised his eyes and glanced coolly at Han Muzi.

You know.

In fact, he didn't have to ask Han Muzi to fill himself with fish soup, but she filled it for George and hung herself aside, which made him very depressed.

Han Muzi saw that yetingchen finally moved his hand and took the fish soup to his lips. When he took a sip and put down the bowl, he quickly asked her, "how about it?"

George likes it so much. Does that mean she cooks the fish soup well?

Ye Tingchen: "

I saw her eagerly looking at herself. Her white face and expectant eyes seemed to be talking: praise me, praise me.

"Of course it's delicious. Weichi, you're a good assistant. I think... We can often come here for dinner in the future."

Smell speech, night Tingchen eyes suddenly cold, the voice also followed a few degrees.

"Average."

Han Muzi's eyes, which he had expected before, suddenly became dim. George's smile also stiffened at his lips and leaned for a long time: "you are too demanding. Do you think everyone is as senior as your weichi's cook? Don't be too picky when you eat in someone else's house. It's true."

"It's all right..." Han Muzi quickly rounded up the scene and explained, "I think he's right. I'm not a serious cook. I'm certainly not that good. Let's eat first."

With that, Han Muzi picked up the bowl and began to pick up the rice.

In fact, yetingchen's answer is expected for her. She doesn't expect yetingchen to praise herself. That's not yetingchen.

That's good.

The scene of her lowering her head to pick up rice went into the bottom of yetingchen's heart and made him narrow his eyes. Is it his illusion?

Always feel that this woman seems to be disappointed?

Disappointed what? He didn't praise her?

But George has praised her a lot. Does she still need her own affirmation?

But George scolded yetingchen in his heart.

A meal has different thoughts, and the three people have different ideas in their hearts.

After dinner, Han Muzi took the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen, and George took the time to scold yetingchen.

"I said Wei Chi, do you chase girls like that?"

Hearing this, the night Tingchen frowned, "what are you talking about?"

"Am I wrong? People work hard to cook a meal for you. If you boast, you will die? Will you lose a piece of meat???"

George leaned over and lowered his voice, "don't blame my brother. I didn't remind you that you can't catch up with girls like this."

Yetingchen finally glanced at him.

At this glance, George was frightened. He coughed and moved his eyes. "When I didn't say anything, alas... I pity your little assistant, who carefully prepared such a meal, but I couldn't get a good word from others. They are girls. I don't know if they will be sad."

Ye Tingchen: "

The mobile phone suddenly rang. Yetingchen took a look at the caller ID.

"No, I forgot to place the duanmuxue when I came here. Grandpa weichi called you. I don't want to trouble you?" George came over and took a look at the caller ID and explained in a hurry.

Night Tingchen calmly answered the phone.

"Grandpa."

"You stinky boy, I asked you to treat Xiaoxue well. Where have you been?"

Night Tingchen pursed his thin lips, suddenly looked at George, and quietly explained, "George is in trouble. Ask me to solve it for him."

Suddenly, George, who covered his head with a big pot: "

Shit, who did he provoke?

"What? George... You don't learn well all day. Don't worry about him. Come back right away. I have something important to discuss with you."

Important things

Night Tingchen narrowed his narrow eyes, unconsciously looked at the position of the kitchen, and then said coldly, "I'm afraid not, Grandpa, I have other things to do now."

"Didn't you say that you didn't care about George? Hurry back to Grandpa. It's very important today."

"Trouble is coming, I'll hang up first." yetingchen said, and directly hung up Wei Chijin, without giving him any face.

George widened his eyes: "the important thing? Should it be to discuss your marriage with duanmuxue?"

Ye Tingchen: "

His face was a little ugly, and his thin lips were tight all the time.

George looked at the kitchen: "I tell you, it can't run away... Grandpa weichi will betroth you to duanmuxue. It's hard for you to resist."

"I don't need others to make decisions for me in my life."

No one can, even Grandpa, so what?

"But that's your grandfather. Forget it... I think it's very serious. Why don't... Let's go back first? Escape is not the way."

Just at this time, Han Muzi came out of the kitchen. She cut a plate of fruit and bent down to put it in front of them.

George suddenly said, "the little assistant, it's getting late. We have to go back first."

Han Muzi was stunned and looked down at the watch on his wrist.

It's seven o'clock. It's really late. I didn't expect the time to pass so quickly. She nodded in a daze: "OK, I'll take you downstairs."