Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 67 What do you want to eat?
In the photo, Bo Xinglan had no expression on his face, and even looked a little serious.

Misha smiled foolishly by the side, showing a mouthful of white teeth.

Misha's face became hot when he saw it, and he put the necklace away again.

The cool pendant stuck to the skin, making Mi Xia even more nervous, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

I don't know how long it took before I fell asleep in a daze.

The next day, just as Mi Xia had finished her breakfast, Aunt Chen put the plate away with an obvious smile on her face.

Mi Xia asked curiously, "Aunt Chen, why are you so happy today?"

"Miss Mi, my grandson was born last night, and I have to go home today."

Misha's eyes lit up. "Really? Then go back quickly."

"I've already told the young master, but I won't be able to cook for the next three days. The young master can't eat outside..."

She hesitated.

"Miss Mi, can you..."

Misha immediately understood. "It's okay, you can go home at ease, I can cook."

Aunt Chen nodded.

"Thank you, thank you, but the young master needs to pay more attention to what he eats."

She took out a few sheets of paper from her pocket and placed them in front of Misha.

"I have written all the things that the young master doesn't like, Miss Mi, please."

Mi Xia took it over and looked at it. There are so many things, there are three pages, full of writing.

Bo Xinglan was just too picky.

She was dazzled.

"Do not worry."

Aunt Chen worriedly told Mi Xia for a while, and finally said: "Miss Mi, the young master doesn't like to eat out, if you are sick, you can only contact the family doctor."

Mi Xia was a little strange, everyone said that Bo Xinglan couldn't eat outside, but didn't Bo Xinglan and her just participated in the Big Eater Competition in the snack street yesterday?

She reached out and touched the pendant around her neck through her clothes.

"Well, I see."

After sending off Aunt Chen, Mi Xia went back to the room to prepare to draw.

Half of the time stipulated by Professor Yuan has passed, and Mi Xia already has a plan in mind, and after finishing the painting, he can send it to the competition.

After burying his head in the room for a whole day, Mi Xia only finished a third of the painting. When he looked up, he found that it was already dark.

"It's almost seven o'clock?"

Misha quickly stood up and walked out, the living room was pitch black, and there was no one there.

Originally, dinner should have started at this time, but as soon as Aunt Chen left, there was no one to cook.

Misha turned on the lights and hurriedly ran to the kitchen.

Bo Xinglan should still be working on the third floor, why hasn't she come to remind her to cook?
Mi Xia hastily steamed the rice, and just as she was about to cook, she dug out the few sheets of paper that Aunt Chen had left before, they were so densely packed that she couldn't read them all for a long time.

Open the refrigerator and take a look, and take all the things mentioned above aside, and finally only the meat is left.

He just ate five catties of barbecue yesterday, can he still eat it?

Misha thought for a while, then turned and walked upstairs.

The lights were still on in the study, Misha stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

She pushed open the door and poked her head out to look at Bo Xinglan.

"Bo Xinglan, what do you want for dinner?"

Bo Xinglan raised his head when he heard the voice.

Misha's head poked in from the door, with oil paint on his face, like a little cat.

Bo Xinglan glanced at the time, paused and said, "Are you cooking?"

"Well, Aunt Chen is on leave. I'm cooking these few days. Is there anything you don't eat?"

"No." After a short pause, he added: "Only meat."

(End of this chapter)