Chapter 301

She's happy now, and so are her neighbors.

Even with the money, she felt comfortable.

For a mother like Chen Meishu, if she quarrels directly in front of others, she will only make people talk. She can't scold, fight or fight. Therefore, this move is the best way to leave Chen Meishu angry.

After the transfer of money, although poor, but think of the salary is about to be paid, metaphorical mood is still very good.

Re entered the kitchen, fried Shanghai green, two dishes and a soup to the table, the door opened.

"Who?" She opened the door without opening the door. She just looked at it and felt frightened.

A shadow fell on the floor, but she didn't even think about it. She just heard a dull sound, and then a hook of her arm lifted her whole body into the air.

When she looked up and saw that it was mo Jingyao, she was stunned, "you What's the matter with you? "

Or the black dragon came in and thought it was a thief who broke in.

"This is my family." Mo Jingyao's eyes calmly swept to the dining table. He could smell the smell of food. Then he closed the door with Yu Se in one hand. After a few steps, he arrived at the table with long legs. "Well, it looks good. Did you cook it?"

"Well, I've only cooked one. Don't stare." He bit his lips, as if Mo Jingyao was about to steal her dinner.

Mo Jingyao then put down the metaphor, and then impolitely sat down on the dining chair, "eat together."

"Well, I said I only cooked one." Yu se said, looking at the table with a guilty heart, the dishes should be enough for two people, but the rice is really not enough, really only cooked for one person.

After she said that, Mo Jingyao stood up. "I'll cook two hand grabbing cakes. It'll be ready soon." He said and went to the door.

Only then did he find the three big bags he had carried up.

At a glance, there is a bag of fruit, the remaining two bags of miscellaneous food have.

Mo Jing Yao really took out a bag of hand grabbing cake, "I'll fry it, you put the things into categories."

"Oh, yes." When she opened the bag, the washing liquid and hand sanitizer should be put into the bathroom. Two bags of milk powder were put into the storage compartment. Then she frowned when she saw the washboard. She never used this for washing things.

The large ones are automatically washed by the washing machine.

It's OK to wash small pieces by hand, and it's changed every day, so it's not dirty at all. Naturally, there's no washboard.

Put the washboard aside and go back to other things.

In the end, only fruit was left.

Put the refrigerator in the refrigerator, put it on the coffee table if you don't need it.

Looking at the huge durian, Yu se was a little pleased, "Mo Jingyao, I didn't expect that you even bought the durian you don't like to eat. Thank you."

She loves it. She loves it.

Just after frying the cake, Mo Jingyao came out with the cake Isn't that what you want? " With this sentence finished, Mo Jingyao twisted his head and sat down on the dining chair without looking at the metaphor.

He didn't want to carry it.

But in the morning she said she didn't forgive him.

This time, it was his fault.

To others, it's right to be wrong.

But for metaphor, no matter whether he is wrong or not, she is not happy because he is wrong.

The metaphor was stunned for a moment.

Suddenly I remembered what she had said to him.

Then he turned to see Mo Jingyao. If he didn't put up with it, she would burst out laughing.

I never knew Mo Jingyao was so cute.

Lovely, she really wants to hit him and bite him.

Should Mo Jingyao be so cute.

"Did you buy it yourself?" Yu se puts down the feather duster and strides to the dining table.

I'm hungry. After dinner, I'll clean up the man.

"Well." Mo Jingyao only uttered a low syllable.

This kind of thing, metaphor can not ask.

He didn't want to go either.

But in order for her to forgive him, he had to go.

If someone else doesn't forgive him, he doesn't care who he loves.

But when it comes to metaphor, it can't be.

"Soup." Yu se filled two bowls of soup, one for himself and the other for Mo Jingyao. "It's none of my business if you don't have enough to eat."

Then, Mo Jingyao took another bowl and filled all the rice left in the rice cooker.

"Hello, that's mine." She had to eat at least two bowls. Anyway, she was not fat. When she was growing up, she was hungry.

"You still have cakes." Holding a piece of cake and handing it to Yu se, Mo Jingyao was quite calm and began to eat rice.

Rice rice with beef brisket and potatoes, very fragrant.

"Mo Jingyao, you have a thick skin."

Mo Jingyao almost dropped his chopsticks.

He refused to invite people to dinner, but he did not want to.But when she came to Yu se, she said that he was thick skinned for such a simple two dishes and a soup.

He raised his hand and touched his face, "not thick."

"Mo Jingyao, I haven't forgiven you yet." Looking up at the durian on the tea table, as well as the feather duster and washboard, the metaphorical eyes are bright.

“……” Mo Jingyao continued to eat, but did not hear.

Even Mrs. Mo has never punished him for growing so big.

Luowanyi is even less.

Since he can remember, he has never done anything wrong. Moreover, from reading to managing the company, he has never let Luo Wanyi and the old lady worry about anything.

It seems that all his first time will be handed over to Yu se.

Anyway, it's not the first time to give it. There's no difference between more and less.

The more you think about it, the more you look at death.

One hand grabs the cake, a bowl of rice, soon finished eating.

This meal, metaphor eat very slowly, from time to time to look at the opposite man, the brain is still that one emotion, how so cute.

Yu se also put down his chopsticks, "Mo Jingyao, wash the dishes tonight."

"Good."

Yu se sat comfortably on the sofa and handed over the kitchen to Mo Jingyao.

Anyway, she just didn't forgive him.

It is said that women can not pet, a pet will go to the house jiewa.

She now thinks that men can not pet, absolutely can not give men a chance to uncover tile.

The washboard and feather duster are neatly placed around, and the color of durian is opened.

Suddenly, the strong smell of durian came.

Such a big durian is ripe.

Break open to take a small spoon, small mouth to eat, it is human delicious, too delicious.

Mo Jingyao cleaned up the kitchen. When he came out, he saw that the little woman was enjoying eating durian while brushing her mobile phone.

He took a glance at the broken durian, some secretly pleased, metaphorical color, this should be forgotten, but simply take durian as food.

Don't want to, he just think like this, listen to Yu se way: "open also can kneel, take two pieces a knee, below a piece, just right."

Mo Jingyao's face is black and his color is metaphorical. Is this for real?