Mo night Department spoiled to see her one eye, smiling to quit the kitchen.
After Qiao Mianmian married moyesi, she seldom cooked by herself.
Although Mo Yesi likes to eat her cooking, she seldom lets her go to the kitchen. Generally, Qiao Mianmian is in the mood to cook a meal for him occasionally.
Whether it's delicious or not.
He'll eat it up.
Qiao Mianmian is very good at home cooking. In less than half an hour, she cooked three dishes.
The porridge in the pot has just been cooked.
She washed her hands, took off her apron and asked a maid to take the vegetables out.
"All done?" Mo Yesi sat in the living room and watched the news. When she came out of the kitchen, she stood up immediately.
"Well, it's done. Fried a shrimp, the other two dishes are vegetarian, you come to see if you like to eat
"As I said, I like everything you do." Mo night Department hooks lips to walk to her side, stretch out a hand to embrace her waist.
They went to the dining room together.
Qiao Mianmian's cooking skill is not very good, but it's also above the average level among ordinary people. Several dishes seem to be full of color, fragrance and flavor. Although they are not delicacies, in moyesi's eyes, the delicacies of his wife's cooking can't match.
He eats delicacies every day and has been tired of them for a long time.
"It smells good." He went to the table, and before he started, he praised the face, "it looks delicious. Just at this moment, I just want to have some porridge and some small dishes. This supper is really right for me. "
"You know it's right for you before you eat it." Qiao Mianmian sat down, took chopsticks, put a shrimp in the porcelain bowl, and then called him, "have a taste and see how it tastes. I haven't cooked myself for a long time, and I don't know if the cooking skills have degenerated. "
"Good." Moyesi sat down beside her and ate her shrimp.
"How's it going?" Asked Jo Mianmian.
"Delicious." Mo night division is very serious evaluation, "shrimp fried very tender, taste are retained, the heat of a good grasp."
"Really?" Qiao Mianmian was very happy to get such high praise and evaluation from him. Her eyes lit up. "When I just fried it, I was afraid it would be too dry, so it would not taste good."
"It tastes good." Mo Ye Si tasted another vegetarian dish, and said, "this dish tastes good too."
"Then you can eat more." For people who cook, the most important thing is the affirmation of their cooking skills.
Especially Mo Ye Si is a very picky person.
Even if you know that most of his praise is for face, who will not be happy to hear the good words.
Mo Ye Si raised his eyes, and his dark eyes were full of doting: "good. I'll try my best to eat all the love supper my wife worked hard to cook. "
*
After dinner, Joe took a bath and lay on the bed lazily.
The side of her body was slightly concave, and a warm breath surrounded her from behind. Her back was close to the man's strong chest behind her, and her soft waist was wrapped with a pair of warm arms.
"Mo Ye Si..." Qiao Mianmian's body is stiff.
"Don't worry, I don't do anything." The man's voice was low and sexy, and his thin lip was close to her ear and whispered, "I know you have to get up early tomorrow, so I just want to hold you."
The delicate body in my arms relaxed.