Hidden marriage to send cute baby: Emperor Shao, his wife is addicted

Chapter 20 I Like To Slap The Face

Only then did Gu Zhixia understand the meaning of his words, and quickly put down the fruit knife in his hand, "Sorry, I'm going out now!"

She felt a little embarrassed, how could she forget that this was someone else's place.

But as soon as she walked outside, Yang Lin chased her out: "Miss Gu, if you want to make something for Miss Mu, you can tell me and I will arrange it."

"This..." Gu Zhixia was at a loss when he saw the butler with mottled hair in front of him.

He should have been with Xia Mohan for a long time, is it appropriate to tell him to do things?

Yang Lin seemed to have seen Gu Zhixia's concerns, and said with relief: "Miss Gu, you are Miss Mu's biological mother. No one in the world knows Miss Mu better than you. If Miss Mu is good, the young master is happy. This is also my duty!"

"Okay, I originally wanted to make fruit sago dew and ham quiche for you, Mumu. The general method is..."

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Gu Zhimu took a bite of the omelet, and drank another spoonful of fruit sago, her small face immediately wrinkled, and she looked at Xia Mohan with aggrieved eyes: "Mummy...has she left?"

She remembered that when Mommy sent her here that day, she brought a small book and said that it recorded some things about her. She must have told Daddy that Mumu likes to eat ham quiche and sago dew, and then ...and off!

"No!" Xia Mohan replied doubtfully, didn't Gu Zhi Xiarang do this?

"Mummy didn't do it!" The little girl looked up at Xia Mohan aggrievedly, her grape-like eyes were full of fear.

Xia Mohan saw his daughter's wrinkled face, and quickly called Gu Zhixia over.

Gu Zhimu felt better when she saw that Mummy was still in a good mood, but when Gu Zhixia was talking to her, she got into her little tent again.

It was the psychiatrist's idea to set up a small tent in Gu Zhimu's room. The child needs a more independent space, and he can't always be stuffed under the quilt, or he will get sick from being stuffed.

Xia Mohan went to Gu Zhixia's room, pulled the woman who was packing up out of the room, and said impatiently, "Do it yourself!"

"Me? Isn't it for the safety of Jing Hao Yuan, can I not enter the kitchen?" Gu Zhixia asked aggrievedly.

She wanted to make good food for her daughter, but she didn't want to cause any trouble in this Jinghao Garden. She remembered that Xia Mohan's stomach was not very good, if something went wrong, it would be bad to trouble her.

The more she thought about it, the more hesitant she became...

But the man was very unhappy seeing this hesitant look, and looked at the woman impatiently with his sharp eyes: "Go if you want! Or do you want to starve my daughter to death?"

"Of course not!" Gu Zhixia glared at him, what the man said was like a gunshot.

You won't be able to speak well.

Seeing the man's eyes frowning and his face darkening again, Gu Zhixia had no choice but to compromise: "I'll go right away, can't I?"

While walking, Gu Zhixia muttered, "I really like to slap myself in the face!"

"What did you say?" Xia Mohan raised his eyebrows and looked at her. He heard it clearly just now.

"It's nothing, I said you are handsome!" Gu Zhixia replied angrily.

Being handsome is not a good thing either. Thinking of Yang Lin's words just now, Gu Zhixia was secretly embarrassed again. I don't know how many women have been in this Jinghao Garden, but Yang Butler is so familiar with it!
"The young master's woman" - too many words!

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Sure enough, after Gu Zhimu ate the dessert made by Gu Zhixia, although he didn't say anything, Xia Mohan could see that the child's eyes were smiling.

"Is it delicious?" Xia Mohan asked softly.

Gu Zhimu nodded, and asked the little spoon to hold a spoonful: "Well, Daddy, try it..."

Xia Mohan took a sip, this woman is pretty good...

"Mu Mu thinks it's better than the previous chef's?" Xia Mohan asked.

Gu Zhimu nodded, but immediately shook her head again, there was some struggling emotion in Shui Lingling's eyes.

"What do you mean?" Xia Mohan's tone dropped a little.

But in the end, Gu Zhimu still shook her head: "It's not made by Mommy, it's too sweet..."

But don't children like to eat sweets?He believes that in terms of taste alone, the desserts made by top Italian chefs will definitely not be inferior to those made by Gu Zhixia.

This temper really resembles that woman!

(End of this chapter)