Chapter 195

Ye Mu looked at Mo Shen, looking a little stunned. She did not seem to think that Mo Shen would say so directly to sun Yaoqi.

Some words, sun Yaoqi does not want to say too thoroughly. She still wants to maintain the surface of harmony, even if the language is not without sarcasm. At the moment, Mo Shen's words stimulated her. She looked straight at Mo Shen and said, "I think it's necessary for us to have a good talk. I want to talk to you alone."

She has to make sure everything is clear! Of course, ye Mu cannot be present in this situation.

"No need." Mo Shen's thin lips only spit out these words, his look is not cold, even with a polite smile: "I don't want to cause my wife's misunderstanding."

"Ah Shen..." Sun Yaoqi completely froze, she looked at Mo Shen. Sometimes, she really hoped that Mo Shen could be indifferent to her. She would rather have his indifference than him alienating her like this.

Ye Mu stands aside and doesn't speak. This is about sun Yaoqi and Mo Shen. She tried to be respectful and not to interfere.

"If it's about work, Mo still welcomes miss sun. But between you and me, there's nothing to avoid. " Mo Shen is very gentlemanly to sun Yaoqi's mouth, the attitude is casual, like to treat any woman can.

Sun Yaoqi's eyelids beat twice because of Mo Shen's words. Her eyes moved to Ye Mu and said in a voice: "it seems that today is really inconvenient. I'd better come back in a few days."

Ye mu can easily feel sun Yaoqi's anger even though he is far away from her. Sun Yaoqi steps away. When she reaches Ye Mu's side, she stops deliberately and stares at her deeply before leaving.

Ye Mu knows that sun Yaoqi's eyes are not so good. Even if she knows that sun Yaoqi is looking at her, she doesn't look in the past and is facing the front.

Mo Shen didn't look at Sun Yaoqi's direction. He took Ye Mu's shoulder and said, "let's go."

Ye Murong nodded to him and got into the car with his steps.

After getting on the bus, they had a tacit understanding about sun Yaoqi. They didn't mention it again, nor did it affect their mood.

It's almost new year's day, and all the purchasing markets are full of people. Mo Shen and ye Mu went to the biggest one far away from the city. The flow of people here is relatively small, but ye Mu still covered his face with sunglasses and hats after he got off the car. If recognized, it will always cause some unnecessary trouble.

"The tendon looks good. Do you want to buy some?" Ye Mu doesn't mind fiddling with the beef tendon on the stall, casually asking Mo Shen.

She asked, and then took the side of the beef: "beef seems to be good..."

Mo Shen saw her looking aimlessly, and finally asked, "little lady, what do you want to do?"

"Not yet." Ye Mu shook her head. That's the problem. She asked every question just because she didn't know what to do.

"First think about what you want to do, then decide the ingredients." Mo Shen took the things she had and put them back.

Ye Mu put his hand on the shopping cart and thought with his head down. "I've seen the practice of Squirrel Fish. I can think about it. And there should be meatballs, too. "

"Otherwise, let's buy these two and go back to make them today?" Ye Mu takes back his hand and looks up to consult Mo Shen.

Mo deeply nodded to her. He was a little worried about ye Mu's new year's Eve dinner.

Ye Mu didn't forget the most important thing when she came here. Leaving the fresh area, she went straight to the pen and paper area, pointed to the brushes of different sizes, and said to Mo Shen, "Mr. Mo, choose one that's convenient. I don't understand these."

She pointed to the brush, close to the special red paper, and studied it carefully: "I can choose this one."

Mo Shen's eyes on the rows of brushes, but he didn't refuse. I took two from the top and put them into the shopping cart. Ye Mu bought a pile of red paper. She was afraid of crumpling the red paper. When she bought other things, she always habitually put the red paper on the top.

Ye Mu has a lot to buy, and she and Mo Shen can't finish it at all. Because she has a lot of money, the seller is willing to send it to her, which makes Ye Mu buy at ease.

Not long after returning home, she asked Cui Ma to help her move out of the table. After all the paper, ink, brush and inkstone had been laid for Mo Shen, she asked Mo Shen to come over: "Mr. Mo, can we start?"

Mo Shen has no choice but to look at Ye mu. He hasn't touched the brush for a long time. If others let him touch it again, I'm afraid he won't even consider rejecting it. But ye mu can't. Ye Mu attaches great importance to this festival. Mo Shen doesn't want to hurt her enthusiasm.

Don't roll up the cuffs with gold buttons. The radian of the snow-white shirt is particularly good-looking. He has a clear skeleton, and his slender hand is holding a brush. He hasn't started yet. It's just such an action that makes people feel good enough.

Ye Mu saw that Mo Shen was about to write, and he quickly raised his hand to smooth the paper again. When the brush falls on the paper, ye Mu stares at it carefully. Every time Mo Shen writes a stroke, ye Mu stands beside him, waiting for the next stroke.

A word "spring" appears freely and naturally on the red paper. Mo Shen holds the brush and stops in the air. He looks at Ye mu with a serious face and says, "how can I feel that the little lady is very nervous?"Ye Mu shakes his head and denies it. His eyes move down to his words again: "no, I just think it's beautiful. I'm afraid I'll disturb you."

Mo Shen was a little disappointed with her explanation and continued to write. His pen is very fast, not serious, but each word on the paper is particularly fit, arranged in a row, neat like the machine out, but more than the machine out of the taste of people.

It didn't take long for Mo Shen to finish all the Spring Festival couplets. Ye Mu looked at them one by one, and his eyes were filled with envy: "Mr. Mo's words are so beautiful."

"It's just some childish skills." Don't wash your hands deeply, untie the gold button on your sleeve and make a faint noise.

Ye Mu believed Mo Shen's words. Last time in my grandfather's place, she only saw his works when he was a child, not one when he was a little older.

When the ink is almost dry, ye Mu blows it carefully and gives it to the servant. He never forgets to tell him: "keep it carefully. It will be hung on the day of the festival."

After finishing the Spring Festival couplets, ye Mu stretches, turns out her mobile phone and is ready to try her two dishes.

She wears her apron and stares at her mobile phone. Suddenly, a wechat message pops up on the screen. It's from ye Qiwen. Ye Mu opens it easily.

Ye Qiwen didn't say anything, just said that she wanted to meet Ye mu.

Yemufa asked yeyiwen what happened, yeyiwen did not reply, she will focus on turning recipes, research ingredients.

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