Military marriage lingering: big president, little sweetheart

"This is tomato egg noodles?"

Just when Chi En was in a daze, Li had already opened the chair of the dining table and sat down. His sharp eyes fell on the tomato egg noodles that Chi En had put there. He twisted his brows and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Well, I cooked the noodles a little bit more. It's very soft and should not affect digestion." Chi En handed the chopsticks to him timely.

Mr. Li took the chopsticks she handed over. I really didn't see anything special about this kind of noodles that didn't sell well and didn't set a plate. It was worth his little grandson's constant promotion yesterday.

In his life, he has eaten all kinds of delicacies, and the Li family has also raised more than a dozen seven star chefs. What he usually eats is all the high-grade ingredients carefully cooked by star chefs, no matter in color or setting, they are all first-class.

At first glance, I can't help seeing this kind of "real" noodles.

But now that he has promised Chi Baobao to try, he still tries to pick some noodles and feed them to his mouth.

His dining manners are the same as those of Li beijue. They are all noble and elegant, which makes people feel high-end.

Chi En's heart was raised to his throat, and he took a mouthful of it without hesitation. He wanted to ask him how it tasted.

But still endure, comply with the table manners, did not say a word.

After he took a bite, Li raised his eyebrows, as if he was recalling something, and his eyes had a moment of attachment.

But his state of absence was only for a moment, and after that, he regained his usual dignity.

It's like that moment was the illusion of Chi En.

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He put down his chopsticks, wiped the corners of his mouth and said, "just so so."

Chi En looked at the noodles left in the bowl, helpless.

The old man is too duplicative.

So so so so so he eats so much? Is it to give her face? How is that possible? Yesterday, he again and again upset the water cup that she handed to him.

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She doesn't think he agrees with her just because he likes a bowl of noodles.

Chi En has no choice but to return to the helpless, and has not yet been self righteous enough to expose the old man. She quietly began to clean up the table, a redundant words did not say.

Mr. Li thought that she would take this opportunity to please herself. Unexpectedly, she began to pick up her things quietly and didn't say a word more.

If Chi En took the opportunity to say that he would continue to cook for him tomorrow, he might be disgusted. Chi En didn't show utilitarianism. Instead, he looked at her more.

Suddenly he asked, "did you have breakfast?"

He asked this question abruptly.

Chi En didn't expect that Li would take the initiative to ask her this. She thought he wanted her to go out quickly. Zheng for a while, she naturally replied, "not yet, I'll wait to eat."

As soon as her voice fell, Master Li had already opened his chair and stood up, "just stay here and eat. I'll have it sent to you. "

"No..."

I haven't finished yet.

Li old son's dignified high cold vision already fell on her body, direct way, "I'm not being polite with you, I just don't like to owe others!"