pretty little cook

Chapter 103 Surprise ([-])

Seeing Mi Xiaowan's smirk, Yong En didn't blame him. Although his carriage looked magnificent on the outside, he didn't pave the way at all inside. It was all made of hard wood. Always remind yourself not to be tainted with arrogance.kinky.No matter who he is, including his own mother, he is unwilling to ride in his carriage, let alone a child!
We haven't seen each other for four years, and Yongen hasn't changed much, but Mi Xiaowan has changed a lot. The most obvious thing is that all the baby fat has been removed from her body, replaced by the slenderness of a girl.

Yongen's eyebrows were in a habitual cluster. "Why do you look more and more like a girl! I remember that you used to be relatively strong, but now you are as thin as a woman!" He didn't remember much about Mi Xiaowan's appearance, but he vaguely remembered four Years ago Mi Xiaowan still had chest muscles!

She was originally a girl, okay?With the black line on Mi Xiaowan's head, she can say that she is a girl without any scruples to others, but she can't do it to Yong En, because he has seen her take a bath four years ago very honestly, if he tells him that she is a girl woman's words. , Mi Xiaowan couldn't imagine what kind of scene it was.

"Hehe." Mi Xiaowan laughed dryly and found an excuse. "I'm so tall!"

Indeed, it seemed to be the same when I was eleven or twelve, so Yongen became silent, closed his eyes and regained his sanity.

The carriage was huge, and Yong En sat on the innermost wooden couch, while Mi Xiaowan did not receive such treatment, Mi Xiaowan sat on a small low stool next to the carriage door.Seeing that Yongen closed his eyes, Mi Xiaowan relaxed slightly, and looked around the carriage.

Although there is no upholstery in the carriage, the seats are made of hard wood, but other things are readily available. Beside her is a small desk with some books, pens, ink, paper and inkstones on it. The desk is connected to Yong En. The wooden couch I am sitting on now has a low table on which there are some fruits and pastries, and there is another one on the other side of the wooden couch.cough cough.Descendants Bucket.

Mi Xiaowan's little face turned red when she saw the bucket of children and grandchildren. Is this carriage just like a small mobile room, where all eating, drinking and messing can be done!

There is still a distance between Fucheng and Shanyao Village, even if it is a carriage, it will take more than an hour. I came out early in the morning, went shopping and ran away. Mi Xiaowan was already hungry. I looked at the fruits and snacks on the low table, grapefruit and crystal lotus paste cake, but when I saw Yong En's stern face again, alas~ Forget it, this person is not easy to talk about, I'd better go home and talk about it !
In order to divert her attention, Mi Xiaowan turned her eyes away, looked at the desk in her hand, picked up the top book on the desk and read it.

Yong En, who was resting with his eyes closed, moved his ears, and heard the slight sound of flipping papers. His eyes moved slightly, and he saw Mi Xiaowan sitting in front of the desk, reading a book of Sun Tzu's Art of War with relish.

"Can you understand?" Yong En asked.

"What's so incomprehensible!" Mi Xiaowan was watching so engrossed that she forgot where she was, thinking that she was in her own home and Qin Jifeng was asking her. "I just watched "Wu Zi" and "Wei Liao Zi" a few days ago. This Sun Tzu's art of war is still comparable to theirs. The layout is meticulous and interlocking, which is amazing!"

(End of this chapter)