A kiss becomes addiction: Mr.Shi, kiss gently

It's easy to wrap the dumplings. After you save yourself the procedure of making the dumplings, when the water boils, you can pour the dumplings directly.

Looking at such delicious food in front of me with great satisfaction, if there is no Buddha sitting in the living room, I believe Shang Ruan will be in a better mood at this time.

Sure enough, the cooking skills I studied hard in my last life are still useful.

For nothing else, just for the sake of your internal organs, cooking is still a must.

Sitting on the sofa, Shi Jingao was not only surprised that there was no fire in the kitchen, but also smelled a smell.

The eyes flashed a touch of broken light, and there was no other action.

If you eat in the kitchen, you feel like eating secretly. If you eat in the dining hall, the dining hall and the living room are connected. It's really hard for others to stare at. What if you eat in the living room! It's embarrassing to eat alone.

The food is cooked, but now where to eat has become a big problem.

sh.it

Such problems made Shang Ruan swear in a low voice.

After the inner struggle, she finally brought out the pot obediently. Sitting on the sofa, pretending to watch TV and eat dumplings.

Bursts of fragrance came from my side.

Quick frozen food is not as delicious as the food in any restaurant, but the taste floating around is surprisingly good.

"Well... Why don't I give you some!"

Although his eyes are fixed on the TV, Yu Guang always pays attention to Jing Ao's every move at this time.

"Well"

It's rare that Jing Ao would nod his head and agree with him.

Although I was surprised, I hurriedly made Aosheng dumplings.

The taste is neither salty nor light. It's just good. It's within the acceptable range of his Shijing Ao.

Maybe it's because he didn't eat breakfast, or because he was hungry. He ate things he couldn't see when he was usually looking.

Like a king, he handed the bowl in his hand directly to Shang Ruan.

The action is faster than thinking. When Shang Ruan returns to his mind, he has finished the second bowl of dumplings.

Does she really have the potential to be a slave?

Otherwise, why didn't Jing Ao say anything and move so fast.

Carefully observing Shi Jing Ao's look, it seems that he doesn't hate it.

Fortunately, she cooked everything just now. She thought that if she couldn't finish eating, she would eat later. It was really a blessing in misfortune!

Third bowl

When he was young, Jing Ao ate three bowls.

Ya. Yes

Who said not to eat just now.

I thought he was just a bowl of food, but I didn't think he ate three bowls.

She only had one bowl.

At this time, Shang Ruan was wronged.

Because I plan to eat alone, I don't buy a lot. Four bowls are the limit, and the pot has reached the bottom.

When he died, uncle Jing Ao was finally willing to put down his hand.

His eyes were slightly sideways, and he glanced at Shang Ruan faintly.

"Can cook."

It's like doubt and affirmation.

"A little"

She can cook and is very powerful, but she won't say at this time. What if he is addicted to eating and let himself do it every day.

Shang Ruan doesn't know. For Shi Jingao, a little is enough.

"Well"

Nodded.

okay??

Well, what do you mean??

I don't know why, for Shi Jingao's sudden "kindness", Shang Ruan had an ominous premonition.

I dare not think any more.

"I'll do the dishes."

Quickly pack up the dishes and chopsticks and escape from this place of right and wrong.

The eyes looked straight at the busy Shang Ruan in the kitchen, more and more profound, and the lips were still not loose.

Sure enough, I didn't want to speak again.