Pampering his sinful wife: Young Master Gu, chasing his wife crematorium

Chapter 882 My Daughter Makes The Best Noodles In The World

How could Mianmian know how to cook noodles? She was spoiled by Jiang Mi since she was a child, and later by Jiang Jingxiu. Jiang Jingxiu hated not to let her do anything, so she really never went into the kitchen. Jiang Mi guided her and told her How to make a bowl of noodles, Jiang Mianmian's eyes were full of surprises when he served the noodles.

"Mom, I can cook noodles now." Jiang Mianmian looked at her mother excitedly.

"It's great." Jiang Mi praised without hesitation.

Mianmian smiled innocently, and Jiang Mi asked her to pour some sesame oil and put some chopped green onions on top, and then asked her to serve it upside down.

Jiang Jingxiu watched his daughter bring out a bowl of noodles, carefully placed it in front of him, and handed the chopsticks to himself, reminding him to be careful not to burn them, and caring about him made him feel very happy.

He reached out and rubbed his daughter's hair, "Thank you, daughter, and my daughter's mother."

"You don't have to thank me, I'm not doing it for you." Jiang Mi's expression was a little cold.

Jiang Jingxiu was still very happy. He picked up the chopsticks and picked up the noodles and blew them. Mianmian also blew them for him. He ate them all at once, and the noodles were still a little hot, but he was still reluctant to spit them out, so he insisted on eating them.

"How does it taste?" Mian Mian looked at him expectantly, this was her first time cooking noodles.

"It's very delicious." Jiang Jingxiu gave his daughter a thumbs up.

The taste is indeed very good. He has never doubted Jiang Mi's cooking skills. After all, he has been under the same roof since he was a child. If he can't even cook, he will starve to death.

He now suddenly regrets that he took too little care of Jiang Mi at that time, but he was seldom at home at that time. Whenever he was at home, he would take care of her. At first, he took care of her secretly. After all, his status in that family was also a little bit Sensitive, he doesn't want to cause trouble for himself and his mother.

Jiang Mi said she was tired and went to take a shower first, Jiang Jingxiu ate noodles, Jiang Mianmian watched her father eat noodles, Jiang Jingxiu quickly finished a bowl.

Mianmian looked at her father with a funny face, "Dad, you are too worthless. You have never eaten anything delicious. You look like you have never eaten delicious noodles."

"My daughter's noodles are the most delicious in the world!" Jiang Jingxiu snorted proudly.

Jiang Mianmian felt so touched, his father felt that way because he loved him, otherwise it was just an ordinary bowl of noodles.

"Then dad, I wish you a happy birthday again. I'm going to take a bath and go to bed. You should take a bath and rest quickly. Next time, drink less alcohol. You smell like alcohol." Mian Mian got up and hugged her father and kissed her happily. He ran away, and winked mischievously at his father before entering the door.

Jiang Jingxiu took off in a good mood and felt that he was so happy. If his daughter and Jiang Mi could accompany him like this, he felt that he would die without regrets. Suddenly thinking about Jiang Mi having a boyfriend, his expression turned cold down.

Get up and go back to the room to take a shower.

After Jiang Mi took a shower and dried her hair, she went to bed and waited for her daughter. After taking a shower, she ran out and hugged my mother. Jiang Mi smiled and took the hair dryer, and let her daughter hold her. Blow dry long hair.

"No matter what time you wash your hair, you should blow dry it, you know?" Jiang Mi told her daughter.

"Father said the same thing. Dad used to help me blow it." Mianmian rubbed on her mother's belly, and she especially liked the smell of her mother.

"He's right." Jiang Mi tried her best to treat Jiang Jingxiu calmly.

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