Smell speech, Tan Yutong mercilessly gave Mo Chongyan a big white eye, want to go, still don't forget to kick him a foot, just be regarded as satisfied to walk away.
"Wife, wife, why are you so angry? Then, shall we have roast oysters at night?"
Hearing Mo Chongyan shouting at the back, Tan Yutong was even more angry. He turned back and roared, "you can eat by yourself. After all, it's your mother who bought it for you. It's for you to make up your body. You can eat more by yourself."
Speaking, Tan Yutong has arrived on the second floor. Before entering the room, he did not forget to shout, "go to sleep by yourself at night!"
Mo Chongyan touched his nose. He also felt that he was innocent. After all, Liu Qingwen bought the oysters, not him.
What's more, it's the express brother who comes here now, and he didn't send it back in person. Can you blame him?
But just now Tan Yutong reminded him of one thing, that is, oysters are a tonic for the body, a tonic bought by Liu Qingwen because he loves his son and cares about his happiness.
But there's another point. This oyster needs to be mixed with Yin and Yang.
Thinking of this, Mo Chongyan looked powerlessly at the closed door on the second floor, sighed slightly, and murmured: "do I have to eat it alone? After eating, how about sleeping alone? "
As if he had already thought of what he would end up with, Mo Chongyan suddenly didn't dare to open the door. After all, it's better not to do this thankless thing.
"Ding Dong, Ding Dong --"
Mo Chongyan raised his eyebrows slightly and thought it was the express boy just now.
"No, I'll give it to you."
Just about to hang up, I heard another man's voice on the other end of the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Mo, I'm Liu Qingwen, the chef invited by Ms. Liu."
Smell speech, Mo Chong speech just stopped want to hang up the hand of the phone, point next open the door.
You can't eat oysters. If it's a big deal, you can't eat them. As Mo Chongyan said just now, even if you don't eat them, he can give Tan Yutong the happiness he wants.
But cooks can't do without it. After all, it's still up to cooks to maintain their physical strength, isn't it?
Mo Chongyan turns around and prepares to go upstairs. He just hears the sound of opening the door behind him. He says without looking back: "dinner, you can just prepare a little. My wife and I are the only two people at home, so you can do it by yourself."
The cook was stunned, then understood the meaning of the words, nodded and said, "OK, Mr. Mo, I see."
Seeing that Mo Chongyan had already gone upstairs, it seemed that he suddenly remembered something, and the cook called out, "is it OK to prepare a candlelight dinner?"
Mo Chongyan just opened the door, so tan Yutong also heard the cook's shout, can't help but eyebrow slightly pick, seems to be not very satisfied with the appearance.
Mo Chongyan pursed his lips, looked back at the chef downstairs, noticed what he had, and said: the chef is really good. He knows that there is nothing in his family, and he also knows to bring his own ingredients.
"You can prepare anything but a candlelight dinner."
With that, Mo Chongyan directly closed the door, obviously did not want to continue to answer the chef's question.
The cook looked at the closed door upstairs and looked down at the box in his arms. It seemed that he suddenly remembered something. He nodded with satisfaction and turned to the kitchen.