Marry a princess: Mr.Mo, please take it

"Found it." Mo yuan pulled in the wardrobe for a few minutes. Because the whole wardrobe was a little big, Mo yuan's upper body went into the wardrobe. Feng Jiuwu was curious. If he couldn't find it again, would the whole person go into the wardrobe?

Mo yuan came out of the wardrobe. Feng Jiuwu was surprised to see Mo yuan holding a dress in his hand. Looking at the pink dress, Feng Jiuwu pulled it from the corner of her mouth. What should she say about this man? She prayed that the dress was not for her.

"Daughter-in-law, I'll put the clothes in for you. I put some bath water in it. The water temperature is a little hot, but it's also within the bearing range. You take a bath in it and I'll give you a bowl of noodles." Mo Yuan said to himself. There was nothing unnatural in front of him, but he was indifferent..

Feng Jiuwu took a swipe at the corner of her mouth. Sure enough, her hands were itchy and wanted to beat the man to death. Mo yuan put his clothes on the clothes hanger in the bathroom. When his pajamas were put on, Mo yuan looked down at the clothes hanging in his hands, and his face turned red. She hung up her clothes quickly. She ran straight out of the bedroom without looking back at her daughter-in-law, Before leaving, he also said, "daughter-in-law, I'll go to the next one. Hurry up and take a bath."

Feng Jiuwu was speechless. Looking at the figure who left the bedroom quickly, the corner of her lips involuntarily hooked up. This man, ha ha, she thought it was pretty good, but there was a lot of trouble. She didn't like others and always came to her for trouble..

He got up and went into the bathroom. Looking at the hot water in the bathtub, Feng Jiuwu closed the door, then took off his clothes and slowly stepped into the bathtub.

At this time, Mo yuan was embarrassed. He looked at the ingredients, raised his hand and touched his nose. He had never cooked. He couldn't tell the difference between salt and sugar. He was sure he could make the noodles well. Even Mo yuan doubted himself.

No, Mo yuan's eyes flashed a trace of firmness. He can't just give up. Why can his daughter-in-law cook, he won't, and he should be like his daughter-in-law.

Mo yuan was more determined to learn how to cook and rolled up his sleeves. Mo yuan didn't start cooking noodles. He took out his mobile phone and pressed it a few times. A few big words "complete recipes" appeared on his mobile phone

Mo yuan typed boiled noodles in the search bar, and a lot of introductions and pictures appeared on the screen. His slender fingers kept turning over. When he saw the simplest picture, Mo yuan's eyes lit up, and it was you.

Lettuce noodles. There is only a bowl of noodles on it and two lettuce neatly placed on it. If Mo yuan can make it, it means that it is the only meager supper that Fengjiu dance has ever had.

Mo yuan put his mobile phone on the table, looked down at some ingredients on the table, raised his hand and took out the ingredients he wanted, leaving a full table of lonely ingredients.

Raised his hand and looked at the lettuce in his hand. Mo yuan frowned. How many halves should the lettuce be cut? Mo yuan held a kitchen knife in his hand and his eyebrows were locked. Forget it, he cut it casually. Dong Dong, the sound made by the kitchen knife and the kitchen board together.

Mo yuan stared at the cut lettuce with a smile. The whole person was radiant. He didn't expect that his own cooking was quite good. Ha ha, Mo Yuan who felt good about himself didn't know that the lettuce was not cut with a knife. Moreover, according to Mo yuan's cutting method like carrot, he was the only one who felt good.

Mo yuan cut the lettuce and went to the stove. He frowned slightly. How can he fire??

Mo yuan felt that cooking was about to refresh his three views. There was no introduction of fire in the recipe. Mo yuan had to check Baidu himself. He pressed it a few times and finally found it. Mo yuan looked at the size of fire and other messy topics on it. He simply turned off his mobile phone and continued to fiddle with his things. Ya, he didn't believe it, He has no talent to learn to cook.

Others say that if you want to catch a man's heart, you should catch her stomach. Mo yuan can think that if you want to catch a woman's heart, you should catch her stomach.

Mo yuan looked at two boxes containing white particles. He was speechless. Is that salt or sugar?

Forget it, try it. Mo yuan lifted up his spoon and tried both. Well, he finally knew that it was salt. Mo yuan's peach eyes narrowed slightly. Like a lazy large dog, it was lovely and people wanted to take it home.

Feng Jiuwu didn't soak in the bathroom for long. After soaking for ten minutes, she got up, raised her hand and wiped some wet hair with a towel. She used a little spiritual power to dry some dry bodies and hair.

Feng Jiuwu looked up. There was no mo yuan in the room. She felt helpless. After thinking about it, she went out of the bedroom and didn't open her mind to find out where the man was. Feng Jiuwu pursed her red lips and frowned. She seemed to smell a burning smell?

After feeling it carefully, Feng Jiuwu smoked at the corners of her mouth. Well, it's not an illusion. She walked downstairs until she came to the kitchen door and looked at some tragic scenes inside. She was as indifferent as Feng Jiuwu. She couldn't help smoking at the corners of her mouth. Black smoke kept coming out of the kitchen, which was about to cover the tall and slender figure with an apron.

"Cough," Mo yuan covered his nose, raised a bucket of water with one hand and wanted to pour it into the stove. Feng Jiuwu took a hard blow at the corner of her mouth. Can she be glad that the man's hand is not oil? If you spill it like this, it's strange that the whole stove won't waste.

With a flash of feet, Feng Jiuwu directly caught Mo yuan's big hand raised high. His hand moved, and the invisible spiritual power attacked the black smoke from the stove. Poop, the flame was immediately extinguished.

Mo Yuanxin looked at his daughter-in-law with bright peach eyes. Regardless of some tragic situation on his body, he wanted to hold his daughter-in-law with his hand, but considering the black ash in his hand, Mo yuan paused with his hand, bumped his daughter-in-law with his arm, and whispered, "daughter-in-law, there is a big oil smoke in the kitchen. You go out first, and the noodles will be better soon. Just now there was an accident."

Feng Jiuwu raised his eyebrows and looked directly at Mo yuan's peach blossom eyes. His eyes were funny. Why did this man make himself so miserable? There was a black gray on the right and a black gray on the left. The white shirt was also dirty, like a little flower cat,

Feng Jiuwu didn't know what she was thinking. She couldn't help raising her hand, wiped the black ash on Mo yuan's face, and whispered, "you go down and wash first. Here I'll do it myself."

Mo yuan was raised by his daughter-in-law and touched his cheek. His heart jumped violently, plop, plop