Tender and tender, but also careful and considerate, but also love and spoil people.

Joe Mianmian could hardly find any defect in him.

There was no complaint.

She thought that all the good luck in her life was probably focused on her husband.

"All right, baby, you go out and wait." Mo Ye Si looks at her this piece of good and clever appearance, in the heart move, can't help but lower the head to hold her soft small face to cut lightly for a while, "I put the milk on the table, you drink the milk first, warm the stomach."

"If you don't feel well, I'll make you some more hangover soup."

"I'll take the meal out first." Joe Mianmian feels embarrassed that she doesn't do anything.

Although Mo Yesi dotes on her, she can't take it for granted.

"No Men are determined to be a pet in the end, what she is not allowed to do, press her shoulder to push her to the kitchen, "you do not need to do anything, just wait outside."

Qiao Mianmian

"I can serve a meal..."

It's not a problem.

She is not the kind of young lady who has been treated and grown up since she was a child. She is not used to waiting for her to do nothing.

"I'll take it." Mo night division doesn't give her a chance at all, "you were so drunk last night, and now you must still be uncomfortable.". Listen to me. Go out and wait, huh? "

Qiao Mianmian

Looking at his insistence, she nodded, "OK. Call me if you need any help

Qiao Mianmian went to the dining room and waited for a long time. Mo Yesi came out with breakfast.

He cooked porridge, fried several eggs, and fried a dish of vegetables.

Some egg paste, vegetables also fried for a long time, the color is not good-looking.

"Make do with it." Mo Yesi also thought that his two dishes didn't sell well. After putting them on the table, he pursed his lips, and then said, "it doesn't look good, but I just tasted them, and the taste is not too bad."

"It should be edible."

"It's already good." Qiao Mianmian picked up the chopsticks and picked up a chopstick of green vegetables. After tasting it, he boasted, "it's delicious."

Moyesi sat down beside her and looked at her suspiciously: "do you really think it tastes good?"

"Well, really." Joe nodded, turned to look at him and said, "if this is your first time, I think it's already very good. The first time I cooked, I almost set the kitchen on fire. "

"That's good." "I will learn more dishes in the future, and I can do better next time," he said

"In fact, you don't have to cook by yourself. Aren't there many chefs at home. It's the same with cooks. " Joe Mianmian is not the kind of person who has to let him cook in person to prove how much moyesi likes her.

She felt that moyesi had always been respectable since childhood, and seldom did these things. There was no need to let him do them in order to show her importance.

There is no shortage of cooks in Mohism.

It doesn't matter to her whether he does it or not.

Of course, he can cook for her in person, Joe Mianmian is very happy.

"How could it be the same." Moyesi put an omelette on her plate. "The chef made it. I'm me."

"But don't you find it troublesome?"

The man's deep black eyes gently gazed at her, and his voice was also in a soft mess: "of course not.