The President's Best Wife

Chapter 122 Chapter 122
Even though she has established a relationship with Meiji court, she still wants to show her beautiful side in front of him.

"where?"

Wen Qiao raised his hand and rubbed it on his face, but didn't wipe it off.

Seeing her pass by the sesame seeds on her face a few times, he couldn't help chuckling, "Put your face here."

Wen Qiao Yiyan sent his face over. He leaned forward slightly, raised his right hand and gently wiped her soft skin with the pad of his thumb. The skin irritated by the thin calluses on the finger pad felt numb for a while, and her face instinctively sideways.

"Itchy~"

Meijiting's eyes were so tender that they could drown, he laughed softly, "Do you still eat shrimp?"

Wen Qiao nodded honestly, eyes curled up: "Yes."

……

After eating, Wen Qiao sat on the golden sandalwood sofa, touched her round belly, "I'm so full, sir."

The Meiji court asked the kitchen to boil hawthorn water for her to drink. The hawthorn water invigorates the spleen and appetizers, dissolves stagnation and digestion, increases appetite, and is especially good at eliminating greasy meat.Hawthorn contains lipase, which can increase the secretion of gastric digestive enzymes and promote digestion.

After drinking a glass of hawthorn water, Wen Qiao felt that she was still very stretched, and she pitifully stretched out her hand to Meiji Court for a hug, "Sir, I feel bad."

Meiji Court grabbed her under the armpit, hugged her, took her hand and walked out the door, "Going for a walk in the garden will help you digest food."

Strolling in the courtyard for a few minutes, the feeling of stomach distension gradually subsided, and Wen Qiao was so happy that she shook his arm, "It doesn't seem so bloated anymore."

Meiji Court was shaken slightly by her body, and the smile on his face gradually deepened: "Dare to eat so much next time?"

Wen Qiao: "But it's so delicious that I can't control my mouth. If you cook it next time, you might eat a lot more."

She spoke half truth and half flattery, and in return Meiji Court lightly knocked on the forehead, "Overeating is not good for the stomach."

I don't care.

This is made by Mr. Ming himself. If she doesn't finish eating it, I'm sorry for his good craftsmanship.

Wen Qiao was a little curious about his good cooking skills, "Sir, did you often cook before? Why did you cook so deliciously?"

Meijiting looked sideways at the girl's big wet eyes and looked at him suspiciously, waiting for his answer with a simple and cute little expression, he rolled his Adam's apple twice, turned his head away, and resisted the urge to kiss her.

"I used to go out for training in the army, and I didn't know how to bring a cook. I had to rely on myself for all the food. No matter what I made, I had to swallow it even if it was shit. Because if I didn't eat, I couldn't cope with the follow-up high-intensity training. teach."

It was the first time for Wen Qiao to hear such vulgar words from the Meiji Court. Her father kept saying such vulgar words, and the troops were used to it.

The Meiji court will always give people the feeling of gentleness and elegance, and people will always ignore the fact that he used to be a special soldier.

So much so that he thought that he would never swear.

"So your cooking skills were developed while living in the wild?" Wen Qiao instinctively refused to believe it, but this person was the Meiji Court, so there was absolutely no need to lie to her.

Meijiting nodded slightly, and when his eyelids were half-closed, a figure from deep in his memory would automatically pop up in his mind, always clinging to him like a fart, asking him to cook something delicious for her.

If he didn't agree, she would grab his trouser legs and roll around on the ground, playing a rogue.

After three years, his military career has gradually faded from his memory, but there is only that one person, who seems to be carved into his bones and flows through his body along the blood.

(End of this chapter)