Chapter 278

There was a faint black line jumping between the man's eyebrows. He tried to resist the smell of smelling in the carriage, "sit down for me!"

Qiao Mu's small temper also came up and said stubbornly, "I don't want to eat, I'll sit down!"

"Qiao mu, I'll give you three seconds to throw you out if you can't sit well!"

Qiao Mu despised his lips and didn't care, "throw it, you throw it, if you can, throw me out. Grandma and mom can't spare you!"

Simuccio clenched his teeth angrily, and the masseter muscles on both sides loomed.

"Husband" Qiao Mu whines in a voice that turns seven, eight, nine and eighteen. "Just take a bite, I promise it's delicious!"

The charming voice made simuccio's brain flash and ran out of a typical route with the car.

Unable to stand the little goblin calling him, he quickly parked his car on the side of the road with a black face.

Qiao Mu disagreed and smiled and handed the stinky tofu up, "I feed you, ah -"

The man's Adam's apple slid up and down, looked down at the black, stained with some unknown spices and chopped scallions, and rolled in his stomach.

"Eat quickly?"

"Change one!"

At the thought that the stinky tofu was wandering in front of him for a while, Qiao Mu slipped it into his mouth and handed him the biggest one.

Simuccio, "..."

"Be good, open your mouth, ah -"

Simuccio frowned, opened his mouth and looked back at death.

Joe bathed in joy, quickly stuffed it into his mouth, watched him chew slowly, and hurriedly asked, "how's it going, isn't it delicious?"

The man slowly loosened his frown, glanced at her, took out a paper towel to wipe the corners of his mouth, swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "not bad."

"Ha ha, I knew it. Stinky tofu smells stinky and tastes delicious. Shall we eat it often in the future?"

Don't men understand her little mind?

"Not good."

The little face suddenly collapsed. She tooted her mouth and said, "why, you said it was delicious."

"It's not clean outside. Let Aunt Wang cook it for you."

"... all right."

It was already 9:30 when they got home. When he Miao and Qiuning saw them coming back, they quickly welcomed them, "how about it?"

Qiao Mu grinned at them and lifted up the food in his hand. "It's all right. It's a perfect solution. Have a snack to celebrate. You haven't seen her. Chang Yajing's mother's face is crooked!"

The two finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the three quickly threw themselves into eating and drinking.

Xi Muqiao resolutely refused to eat. Under the pressure of Qiao mu, he ate two strings and refused to touch them again.

Afraid that he was hungry, Qiao Mu went into the kitchen and cooked him a bowl of tomato and egg noodles.

The man bowed his head and ate noodles seriously. His voice was very small, still elegant and gentle.

Joe Mu chewed and watched him eat noodles for a moment. He always felt that they had treated him badly in terms of food since they came out to live.

In the past, Aunt Wang had a well-balanced and rich breakfast.

Dinner is no less than five dishes and one soup. It's very particular about the combination of meat and vegetables.

But since they came out to live, breakfast was mostly eggs, bread and milk, or two people went out to eat.

Not to mention dinner, all kinds of noodles, or wonton, rarely seriously stir fry and cook.

In the past, she was poor and didn't have that condition to eat well. She was used to not making do with it, but this man was different. I'm afraid he didn't eat so easily from childhood.

My heart was suddenly heavy, and my eyes were sour and astringent. A wife should have taken care of him, but she let him follow without paying attention. The key is that he hasn't complained yet.

She suddenly reached out to block his chopsticks. The man raised his eyes with exploration. She tried to suppress the trembling in her voice so that the man could not see the abnormality. "Don't eat, I'll make delicious food for you."

Then she got up and went into the kitchen.

There were all kinds of vegetables, fruits, eggs and meat in the refrigerator. Qiao Mu rolled up his sleeves and began to choose vegetables and wash vegetables quickly.

He Miao and Qiu Ning also ate almost. Feeling Qiao Mu's suddenly changing mood, they hurried back to their room and left a separate space for them.

Simujo glanced at the noodles he didn't eat much, raised his feet and went into the kitchen. He stared at the slender back for a moment. He came forward and hugged her in his arms.

"Why are you in a bad mood?"

Qiao Mu poured the beaten eggs into the pot, and the ribbon like egg flowers rolled in it, which was very beautiful.

Joe bathed the dead duck and said, "No."

The man sighed, "I haven't said yet. Why do you come to cook all of a sudden?"

Qiao Mu was silent. She clasped one hand on her waist. She said, "ximuqiao, let's call Aunt Wang. I can't take care of you."

The man buried his head in her neck and breathed the faint fragrance of her, "I think you take good care of her."

She stirred the egg soup gently and sprinkled it with fine salt. "Don't you think I let you eat too casually."

The man arched her neck. "I don't think I like it as long as it's made by my wife."

The softest part of the bottom of my heart was so caught off guard that it rushed into my eyes.

She drove him fiercely, "you hurry out. It's all oil smoke. Don't distract me here. The food will be ready soon."

Simuccio could hear her repressed voice. He was silent for a moment, didn't expose her, and turned out of the kitchen.

Sitting at the table, simuccio turned his head and looked at the busy little figure in the kitchen. At the bottom of his heart, it seemed that something was expanding infinitely. He was sour and astringent.

Twenty minutes later, afraid that the man was hungry, Qiao Mu didn't dare to do more and hurried out with the dishes.

Three dishes, one soup and one staple food.

Sea rice, rape, vegetarian assortment, spicy fried beef brisket, laver egg flower soup.

Now it took too long to make rice. Qiao Mu directly made a fried bun with the dumplings in the fridge.

He handed him the chopsticks. Qiao Muxi smiled and put his small hand on his chin. "Mr. Xi, try it. Your wife's craft is still good."

After tasting each dish, simuccio gave her a thumb.

Seeing this, Qiao Mu's big eyes are as curved as the moon. They are very beautiful.

The man gave her a piece of beef brisket. "Let's have some?"

Qiao Mu was very proud. He ate it in one bite and got up and went into the kitchen to get chopsticks.

The meal was not large, and they all killed them. Joe burped, put the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher, and dragged simu Joe to the gym.

"I have to exercise. My stomach is bursting!"

The man smiled and held her little hand with one hand. "It's rare for my wife to have such consciousness. Does my husband have the reason not to accompany me?"

While talking, Qiao Mu had been taken off track by him. She looked back and said, "yes, the gym is in front!"

"Don't go to the gym."

"Where are you going?"

"Bedroom."

"It's not good to come right after eating. Baidu said that vigorous exercise is not suitable after dinner, especially this kind of thing..."

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, his deep facial features were handsome and threatening, "listen to me or Baidu?"

"... of course it's my husband's!"