Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 8314 Her sweetheart (4)

Qiao Muyuan tasted every dish, and it tasted very good.

She took a piece of ribs and fed it to Ji Changmu: "Eat this."

Ji Changmu ate it: "The taste is not bad."

"I often feel that Mr. Ji is so good, what if I can't catch you one day."

He stared at her and smiled: "Then I'll just catch you."

She laughed too, always being coaxed by Ji Changmu into elation.

Qiao Muyuan lowered his head, his eyes became hot, he really had to cook a table for her.

Ji Changmu even specially opened a bottle of wine, and he raised his glass: "Come on, let's celebrate our return home."

Qiao Muyuan also raised his wine glass and touched him: "Mr. Ji, is it better to go home or travel outside?"

"With you by my side, anywhere is fine."

"Mr. Ji is also dirty."

"It's not because you are earthy. If you are close to vermilion, you will be red, and if you are close to ink, you will be black."

Qiao Muyuan: "..."

Sure enough, she knew that she would only be moved for three seconds.

Be a good man, can't you eat quietly?
she smiles.

"Try this braised crucian carp. I seldom make this. It's more troublesome to make. You can eat more."

"I want soup."

"Wait."

Ji Changmu took a soup bowl and filled it with a spoon. Matsutake and wolfberry chicken soup, the fly in the ointment is that the cooking time is a bit short.

Next time he has a chance, he will make another pot of soup for her.

"When did you learn to cook?" she asked.

"Actually, I have been obsessed with it since I was a child. I can order more or less, but I am not proficient. I became really proficient after the age of 16. My mother was often hospitalized because of her poor health. I was responsible for taking care of her diet." Ji Changmu handed her the chicken soup.

He remembered that time again.

Taking care of his mother is not tiring. What really exhausts him physically and mentally are those debt collectors.

Those people were so vicious that they stopped at the entrance of the hospital many times, knocked over his lunch box, and threw away the soup he made.

At that time, he was like a little beast, every time they threw him, he would fight with them once.

A 16-year-old boy is exactly the age when a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. He has never thought about the consequences, but it is impossible for him to suffer humiliation.

These things have been hidden in his heart for many years.

Looking back now, it's nothing, just a passing cloud.

Qiao Muyuan picked up the soup bowl, didn't drink it immediately, took a spoonful, blew it, and fed him: "Taste it."

"Why did you let me taste it first?"

"..." Does this person understand the style? !

However, the mouth said so, but the body was very honest.

Ji Changmu drank the chicken soup she fed.

He drank whatever she fed him.

"Ji Changmu, you look like a big dog when you get up." She took a few mouthfuls of soup angrily.

The soup is delicious, the wolfberry is sweet, the aroma is tangy, and the taste is very good.

Ji Changmu smiled.

At the dining table, the two sat opposite each other, and the lights were brightly lit.

Outside the window is the silent and deep night, and inside the window is the melting light. When they are not talking, they are eating their own meals, and their hearts are very close.

"Brother Ji, let's go to Bincheng in a few days."

"Why did you think of going to Bincheng?"

"I just miss Aunt Yang."

"Then I'll call her later and ask her to prepare."

"What are you preparing for? What are you preparing for? It's not the first time I'm going, and it's not like Aunt Yang doesn't recognize me."

"When the daughter-in-law comes home, of course she has to prepare. This is called... a sense of ritual? You young people have a strange vocabulary."

Qiao Muyuan almost laughed out loud at his serious look.

(End of this chapter)