Good Morning, Dear

Mo Li ran to open the door. It wasn't others. It was mo Jianling and Mo Qinglian!

Mo Jianling said shamelessly, "Qinglian is bored at home and always wants to run here. I think Yaoyao will cook delicious food for you at the weekend, so I'll bring him here to rub some fresh taste. But it's not for nothing. I asked the housekeeper to stew fresh and tonic Chicken Soup for you."

Mo Li's face was half black when he listened to the meal. When you listen to chicken soup, your whole face is black.

Chicken soup!

Chicken soup again!

During this time, Mo Jianling will come every night, holding Mo Qinglian in one hand and two buckets of chicken soup in the other. One bucket gives him blood and Qi, and the other bucket nourishes her fetus. They drink it every day. Up to now, they smell enough.

Cheng Qingyao is not picky about food, but she can't stand drinking like this every day. She didn't dare to tell Mo Jianling face to face, so she said to him privately: "the chicken soup is OK at the beginning. It's a little tired now. She always feels that she can't drink the oil. If she drinks it, she will feel a little nauseous in her stomach."

He couldn't hurt anyone. Cheng Qingyao ran to Mo Jianling and suggested politely, "don't stew chicken soup again. Stew it in another soup and send it over."

Mo Jianling didn't know what he was thinking. Today he brought two buckets of chicken soup and wanted to rub his beef balls with chicken soup.

no way!

Super no way!

He held his hand against the door and didn't let them in: "I said, don't send any more chicken soup. Calculate how long we drank chicken soup? If we continue to drink like this, I'll be turned into a chicken."

"You become a rooster, she becomes a hen, just a couple, and the eggs are still from my family." Mo Jianling pushed his glasses, smiled with no face and no skin, and his nose smelled. It was delicious beef. Then he pulled Mo Qinglian's hand: "Qinglian, go in quickly. My sister-in-law stewed you delicious beef."

Mo Qinglian has always been arrogant. He can't manage so much. He has to go in when the door opens. Mo Li was black faced by Mo Jianling. He also didn't care. He hit Mo Li's body and knocked him away.

Then go straight to the table, sit down, pick up the spoon and eat!

Cheng Qingyao made two bowls and put them all on the table. Don't leave the bowl a little more, her bowl a little less. Mo Qinglian sat in Mo Li's position and ate Mo Li's bowl. Mo Jianling followed in, put the chicken soup on the table, and sat down at Cheng Qingyao's place in a good mood, eating Cheng Qingyao's bowl.

He also said to Cheng Qingyao, "take a bowl of fresh stewed chicken soup and drink it while it's hot."

"..." Cheng Qingyao was full of black lines and wondered what they were doing at noon. They all came in the evening to play for a while and then went back after dinner. Occasionally, when the second uncle is unhappy, he will stay for the night.

"..." Mo Li is heartache. Looking at Mo Qinglian's mouth, he has the impulse to grab the bowl back. That's his. He's greedy. Do you have wood? Staring, his mouth was shriveled. It was like a child's favorite snack was taken away inexplicably.

So pathetic!

Cheng Qingyao took a bowl and poured out the soup: "Mo Li drank the soup first. There are beef balls in the kitchen. I'll cook those."

Mo Li couldn't help but sit down. The sound of pulling the chair was particularly loud, indicating that he was very angry. He also said impolitely to Mo Jianling, "if you dare to bring chicken soup tomorrow, I'll go back how I told you to come."

"I'm your father..."

"What's dad? Can you eat? Don't force me again. I won't recognize it."

"As for you? Didn't I just eat your bowl of beef balls? No, no, no, I didn't eat yours. I ate Yaoyao's. your brother ate your share, and you'll find your brother bitter."

Mo Li's fist is rattling. Can he argue with Mo Qinglian? He quarrels with Mo Qinglian. Can Mo Qinglian ignore him?

Mo Qinglian is the real master player!

Mo Qinglian also likes beef balls very much. He eats them without delay, but they disappear in his mouth one by one. Mo Li's heart hurts, and he has a bad hunch that he wants to miss beef balls today.

Sure enough, Cheng Qingyao brought up the prepared beef balls again. Mo Qinglian, who had finished eating and smelled the smell, resolutely stretched out his hand to drag Mo Li's bowl in front of him, picked up the spoon and ate it again.

"..." Mo Li is about to cry.

"..." Cheng Qingyao was stunned. Her mouth opened and closed, and then opened again and again. Finally, she couldn't help asking for justice for Mo Li: "Qinglian, you have a lot of bowls just now. You'll hold it up and give it to your brother..."

"I can't support it, I can't support it. He can't finish eating. I'm not full. My brother drinks chicken soup to replenish blood and Qi." Mo Jianling has no face and skin to the extreme, and takes a spoon to scoop three beef balls from Mo Qinglian's bowl into his bowl. I have to say that Cheng Qingyao really has her own cooking skills. She is used to the chef's skills. It is also a great pleasure in life to change her skills.

yummy!

Cool!

"..." Cheng Qingyao heard Mo Jianling say so. Since she was speechless, but seeing Mo Li really didn't want to drink chicken soup, she took the chicken soup into the kitchen, tore off the chicken and fried it, then cooked a pot of noodles, and finally made shredded noodles in chicken soup.

Xu hasn't eaten like this before. Xu likes to eat this kind of noodles. Xu has no other choice... Mo Li was successfully comforted by the modified chicken noodles, ate it with relish, and chatted with Mo Jianling without a word

Moli knew that stewing chicken soup every day was duanmuyun's idea. She thought pregnant women should eat more chicken soup. These chickens are also Valley chickens customized by her. She hasn't eaten a grain of feed since she was young. The taste and nutrition are extraordinary.

Mo Li always had an opinion on duanmuyun. She also felt that she wanted a grandson, so she said coldly: "I went to have a birth check-up this morning. Doctor Yan said it was a daughter. Go back and tell her that Yaoyao was pregnant with a granddaughter, not a grandson. Don't be polite and complain about how she couldn't give birth to a son. I'll make another impolite addition. I like all Yaoyao's daughters and sons. If she doesn't like it, end her hospitality early and I've had enough of the stewed chicken soup."

Mo Jianling was not angry, but puffed and laughed: "Are granddaughters and grandchildren very important? They are all the blood of Mo family and the first child. Both sons and daughters can do it! Your mother said last night that she wanted to renovate the villa. She said that if her grandson was more resolute, she would decorate her daughter into a Princess Castle, and build several Castle game gardens so that the little princess can play in it. Your mother has a high heart and a sharp mouth, but she is thoughtful It's not bad, and there's no preference for boys. Don't always think so badly of your mother. If you have enough chicken soup, I'll persuade her to think about something else to make up the soup for Yaoyao... "

Mo Jianling answered and answered. He kept saying that duanmuyun was good. He also said that duanmuyun wanted to come here to have a look, just worried that they wouldn't welcome her. He also said that duanmuyun had prepared many meeting gifts for Cheng Qingyao and never had a chance to give her. Mo Li asked Mo Li to take Cheng Qingyao back sometime.

Balabala... He said a lot, but if you don't make a statement, Cheng Qingyao won't make a statement. Duan Muyun shows weakness again, and his proud nature is there. What if he fights her again and hurts the baby?

Cheng Qingyao didn't say anything and drank the chicken soup in the bowl... However, at the same time, niulangding who left the beauty hall was pressing AI wanwan's doorbell