Chapter 738： You do it for me!

Chapter 738 You do it for me!

She turned over weakly, looked at the man next to her with a bit of resentment in her eyes, and spoke in a hoarse voice: "Mo Yesi, I'm hungry."

“Well, what do you want to eat, baby?”

“I can eat whatever I want?”

“Well, of course.”

Qiao Mianmian glared at him with resentment and said angrily: "I don't want to eat takeout."

Mo Yesi curled his lips, nodded and said, "Okay, I won't eat takeout."

“I don’t want to go out to eat either.”

“Okay, then I won’t go out to eat.”

“You cook it for me!” She knew he couldn’t cook, so she deliberately made things difficult for him, “I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs.”

Mo Yesi was silent for a moment.

Qiao Mianmian immediately slapped his hand away, pretending to be angry: "Forget it, I knew it would be like this. I was just talking casually, how can you, a young man who has never touched the sun since childhood, do this? What kind of food?”

“I’d better order takeout.”

She reached out and took the mobile phone from the bedside table and pulled out the takeout app.

As soon as I clicked on it, I heard the man behind me say in a tangled and hesitant voice: "Do you really... want to eat the food I cooked? I have never cooked sweet and sour pork ribs, but if you really want to eat it, I You can learn it now.”

Qiao Mianmian then turned to look at him: "Are you really willing to do it?"

Mo Yesi nodded, a little helpless, but with deep doting in his eyes: "If you want to eat, I will do it. Baby, as long as you are happy, there is nothing I can't do. But don't feel bad about it then. It’s okay if it tastes bad.”

He doesn’t have much confidence in his cooking skills.

Except for boiling brown sugar water for her, I also cooked once.

Other times, he never entered the kitchen.

But, if she really wants to eat the food he cooks, he can learn it for her.

Qiao Mianmian never thought that Mo Yesi would really agree.

She just felt a little resentful in her heart, so she deliberately made things difficult for him.

What kind of food can he cook?

I guess I can’t even make a tomato scrambled egg, let alone sweet and sour pork ribs.

But when he really nodded in agreement, she suddenly became interested again.

She stared at him for a while, blinked, and frowned: "But there is no kitchen here and no ingredients."

"These are just minor obstacles."

After Mo Yesi was silent for a few seconds, he turned over, picked up his cell phone and made a call.

 Qiao Mianmian heard him whisper in a low voice: "I need a house, and prepare the ingredients for making sweet and sour pork ribs. Well, buy some other things as well, something that girls like to eat."

(End of this chapter)