Chapter 1097

"How can it be so delicious? It's better than what our aunt Zhou made."

Gu Nianjia looks up at Zhang Jingyu and wants to cry.

It's so delicious that I cry.

She put another piece in her mouth.

"Is this what your mother made?" he asked as he ate

Zhang Jingyu nodded, "well."

After eating a few pieces of braised pork, she went to try other dishes, and found that each dish was her favorite, especially for her appetite. Most importantly, each dish was delicious.

With a stutter in her mouth, she looked at Zhang Jingyu enviously. "I envy you, professor. There is a mother who cooks so delicious food."

Zhang Jingyu squinted. "Do you want such a mother?"

He sat in his office chair, an arm on the armrest of the chair, smiling at the selfless girl who ate.

There was a sly light in his eyes.

Miss Jia instinctively wants to nod. Song Changwen suddenly appears in her mind. Her chewing stops for a while, and the smile disappears.

She chuckled and shook her head. "My mother is fine, too."

She said it from the bottom of her heart.

No matter what her mother's attitude towards her, it's her mother, who gave birth to her and raised her.

And mom doesn't like her. There must be a reason.

Seeing the innocent smile on her face disappear, Zhang Jingyu did not continue the topic.

Then he took out a heat preservation bucket, opened it and pushed it to Gu Nianjia, "and this soup is also good."

Gu Nianjia did not look at the soup in the bucket. She asked what kind of soup it was just because of the taste floating out of the bucket. She reached out to hold the heat preservation bucket excitedly. "My favorite borscht."

"Do you like it?"

"Of course I like it."

Gu Nianjia said, took an empty bowl and began to drink soup.

She's still standing eating, pouring herself a bowl of soup, and then she pulls an empty chair beside her back and bends down to sit down.

"It seems that the teacher's mother and I like the same dish, and the teacher's mother must be a very good person," he said

While praising others, don't forget to boast.

Zhang Jingyu asked jokingly, "are you bragging about yourself in disguise, baby?"

"My good is obvious to all, OK?" Gu Nianjia raised her eyelids and turned her white eyes to Zhang Jingyu.

Then continue to eat.

Zhang Jingyu nodded softly, "well."

Baby is the best.

Gu Nianjia buried herself in the food, but when she could not eat it, she found that several boxes of vegetables were almost finished by her.

In particular, there are only two or three pieces of stewed pork left.

She reached out to touch her belly and worried about gaining weight. "It's over. I'm going to gain two pounds today."

She said she bowed her head, deliberately straightened up her stomach, and her slim bottom coat bulged obviously. She clapped her hands and said, "it's like five months of pregnancy."

Zhang Jingyu's voice came from over there, "at most three months."

It's like knowing how big your stomach should be in a few months of pregnancy.

Gu Nianjia doesn't think there's anything in her joking. Zhang Jingyu's joking makes her a little embarrassed. She looks at Zhang Jingyu with her mouth full of discontent, "teacher, you are so bad that you even tease me."

Pull your hands away from your stomach, then tuck in and straighten your chest.

Zhang Jingyu changed the subject, "are you full?"

Gu Nianjia nodded, "of course, I'm full. I'm so full."