The army commander takes love, and the warm wife is poisonous

Yin Mei carried her all the way to the dining room before she came down, just in time to meet An Mo who came out of the kitchen, she took a look at Shenmu without stopping her gaze.

"Did you see César?" An Mo asked Yin Mei, with a polite smile on her face. She seemed to be very polite to everyone except Shenmu.

Shenmu glanced at the food on the table, but didn't say anything, just brushed past An Mo, walked to the table, pulled out the chair and sat down.

Yin Mei smiled gently, "He's on the beach, but...he should have come back."

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, footsteps sounded from behind. Na Mo raised his head and saw César appearing at the door of the restaurant at a glance. He frowned, his face was ugly and expressionless.

An Mo immediately greeted her with a smile, "Cesar, I've already prepared dinner, come and eat." She glanced at Shenmu, who was sitting quietly drinking soup, and said reluctantly, "Sorry, There is only this restaurant here, so we can only do it together."

César glanced at the two people on the table, reached out and took off his coat, and An Mo hurriedly helped him take the clothes, "I made your favorite soup, please sit down, wait until the cold It won't taste as good anymore."

César was thoughtful, and looked at the dining table again. It was a very long western-style dining table. Looking at the plates on the table, he knew that it was divided into two parts. The upper half of the table was Shenmu and Yinmei. , separated by a distance of almost one meter, is another meal.

Because the dishes were very ordered, the whole restaurant was filled with a strong aroma, he suddenly asked, "An Mo, did you cook all of this?"

An Mo had just hung up his coat for him. Hearing this, he immediately smiled sweetly, "You only left a few bodyguards, and they don't know how to cook. Of course, I can only say that I will do it."

He transferred back almost all the people brought from the mafia, leaving only seven or eight people waiting here. These days, it is impossible to let bodyguards cook.

Of course, more importantly, she also felt very happy to be able to cook for him with her own hands, an opportunity that she would never come across.

César's eyes were dim, and without saying anything, he walked over, opened the chair and sat down, sat down unceremoniously, and held up the chopsticks, because his mother is Chinese, so César Born in the West and raised in the West, there is basically no problem with chopsticks.

"Come and sit." He glanced at An Mo who hadn't come over for a long time, and said coldly.

An Mo's brows and eyes crooked with a smile, "Oh", walked over briskly, and then sat down.

She first filled a bowl of soup for César, and then took the initiative to put the rice in another bowl by his hand, "The ingredients on the island are very good, so they are not as good as your chef in Rome. Eat, just make do with it first."

César didn't raise his eyes, and stated a fact coldly, "I never settle."

Soon, what is that?With his current status, is there anything he needs to do?If he doesn't like to eat, he will just throw it aside and never touch it.

An Mo's face paused, with a hint of embarrassment and grievance on his face.

But he heard his plain voice again, "Your craftsmanship is very good, no worse than my chef's."

He said the facts, although he did not mean to comfort or praise, it was purely a statement of a fact and an objective evaluation.

When An Mo suddenly came together, she felt as if she was suddenly thrown from hell to the clouds. There was an unconcealable smile on her face and eyes.

From the first time she saw him falling in love with him, she desperately wanted to get close to him. She had also practiced cooking for several years, and she tried her best to find out his taste, just to make meals that suit his appetite. .

In this sentence, how long the hard work and hard work are worth it.

She held back her excitement so as not to show herself too clearly, she just said softly, "Eat more if you like, you haven't eaten anything for a couple of days."

"En." It was still a faint word.

But looking at him, An Mo already felt extremely satisfied.

Shenmu has been quietly drinking soup with her head down, as calm as if everything around her has nothing to do with her, and the expression on her face is also completely motionless. If it weren't for the fact that the movements of her hands were getting slower and slower, and the hand holding the spoon was getting bigger and bigger. The stiffer it is, the more flawless it really is.

The last time she made a bowl of spaghetti with her own hands, he didn't even say a word of praise, and it was true that what she made was just not satisfactory.

Her dazed look fell into Yin Mei's eyes calmly, he smiled softly, and asked softly, "Mumu, why don't you eat it? Does it taste bad?"

Only then did Shenmu suddenly come back to her senses, she glanced at Yin Mei's meaningful expression on the opposite side, and said flatly, "Your soup has no taste, and the taste of the dishes is too bland."

Yin Mei glanced at his innocent soup and dishes, "..."

She herself is in a bad mood and loses her sense of taste. Why do she wrong his dishes and soup?

But in the next second, he still asked in a very good temper, "Do you want me to add it again?"

"No need," her sense of taste has slowly returned, she was quiet for a while, "I like to eat whatever you cook."

Silver Charm said again, "..."

Although the content was too deliberate, and the tone was really stiff and unnatural, but the content of these words made the corners of his lips twitch.

The sound of the spoon falling on the plate was neither loud nor small, but it was very obvious in the quiet restaurant. An Mo stared blankly at the haze on César's face, said nothing, and stretched out her hand to help him remove the spoon. Take it out, and said softly, "I didn't sleep all night last night, I'll take a shower and sleep early after dinner, and go out to play tomorrow, okay?"

Who is here to play?César sneered in his heart, but when he looked up, he saw An Mo's gentle and considerate smile, so he just frowned, didn't say anything, lowered his head and continued to eat.

Shenmu just drank a bowl of soup, then pretended to eat something casually, then got up and left the restaurant.

Yin Mei narrowed her eyes and looked at her back, and sighed slowly, "Mumu, why have you made yourself so thin during the time I'm not by your side?"

These words were like a cold sharp sword set straight on César's heart, and the pain suddenly spread wantonly.

He stood up on the spot, his eyes cold, "What do you mean?"

He was mocking her, Shen admired being with him, couldn't even eat?

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