Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

Mrs. Gu echoed: "Jingchen, you, your temper is too dull, just like your father. It's better to let Nan Sheng take more pictures of you and record it. How interesting. "

"Yeah yeah."

Mu Nansheng nodded again and again, "You can't waste your looks."

Helplessly hooked his lips, Gu Jingchen raised his eyebrows: "concentrate on eating, you don't have a lot of meat when you look thin."

"Got it."

Muttering in a low voice, Mu Nansheng poked at the bowl full of rice.

Seeing this, Mrs. Gu gave Mu Nansheng a bowl of soup, "Nansheng, Jingchen is right. You are too thin. The little girl's family should eat more."

"Got it, Mom."

Taking it with a smile, Mu Nansheng held the bowl and sipped it.

Seeing Mu Nansheng eating honestly, Gu Jingchen showed a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

"what?"

Gu Yi didn't ask a question, staring at the chopsticks with a hint of incredulity.

"What's wrong?"

Mrs. Gu turned her head to look at him, "Stunned."

"No, Mom."

"Why are the chicken thighs mushy here?"

With that said, Gu Yiwei did not forget to show Mrs. Gu the battered drumsticks.

Someone who was drinking soup put down the soup bowl with a guilty conscience.

Gu Jingchen knew it well, raised his eyebrows, and said nothing.

"its not right."

Mrs. Gu was a little puzzled: "I didn't see it getting mushy when it was stewed, but your brother and sister-in-law made it later."

"It was Jingchen who accidentally lost his mind to burn the chicken thigh."

Having said that, Mu Nansheng did not forget to turn his head to look at Gu Jingchen: "Really?"

Gu Jingchen, who is inexplicably blamed: ......

What should he say, we can't shirk each other's responsibilities.

Looking at Mu Nansheng who winked from time to time, Gu Jingchen sighed.

This pot, he recognized.

With a light cough, Gu Jingchen nodded: "well, that's it."

"Ha ha."

Mu Nansheng smiled and patted Gu Jingchen on the shoulder, "I'll just say it. Second Young Master, you can eat other dishes first. This time, your brother was too rash. Let him make you chicken legs next time. "

"It's okay, sister-in-law."

Gu Yiwei put the burnt chicken leg into his bowl and took a bite, "You can eat it even if it's burnt."

Subconsciously heaving a sigh of relief, noticing Gu Jingchen's gaze, Mu Nansheng smiled ingratiatingly.

With a cold snort, Gu Jingchen said that he didn't eat her way.

Maybe he was a little embarrassed, but Mu Nansheng not only didn't care about Gu Jingchen's cold temper, he took the initiative to serve him vegetables, and his smile was called flattering.

To be honest, Gu Jingchen really eats this set.

No matter how temperamental, seeing Mu Nansheng's smile, Gu Jingchen also lost his temper.

Thinking that some of the chicken legs were burnt, Mrs. Gu reacted and quickly looked at Nanzai.

"My dear grandson, don't eat mushy drumsticks, children can't eat mushy things."

Nanzai's mouth bulged, and he shook his head blankly: "Grandma, Nanzai didn't eat black chicken legs."

"That's good."

Don't worry, Mrs. Gu said nothing.

Turning to look at the chicken bones in Nanzai's small bowl, Gu Jingchen raised his eyebrows and took away the chicken legs that Nanzai was holding.

"Don't eat too much meat at night, drink your soup."

The chicken drumsticks in his hands were gone, and Nanzai, who was nibbling well, quit immediately.

Putting down his fork, Nanzai reaches out to reach Gu Jingchen's chicken legs.

Raising his eyebrows, Gu Jingchen deliberately put the chicken legs out of Nanzai's reach, looking indifferent.

"Daddy."

Nanzai frowned, "I want to eat chicken legs."

"no."

Gu Jingchen said in a low voice, "touch your stomach, can you still fit chicken legs?"

After pouting, Nanzai was a little gloomy, but he didn't ask for chicken legs again.

After wiping Nanzai's oily mouth and hands, Gu Jingchen put the soup bowl on it, "drink the soup."

"Oh."

Nodding absentmindedly, Nanzai had to drink soup to end the meal.