The Young Master’s Bride

Seeing her indifferent look, he wanted to hold her ear to preach.

When his mother talked to his dad, she always liked it. The soft voice fell, like acting like a baby.

When Meow Meow could speak, she was "hungry!" "No!" "Hehe!"

Such a little princess, the baby that the whole family loves on the cusp of heart, is so lost...

"Go cook and eat! I'm going to a meeting soon!"

Looking at the military watch on his wrist with red eyes, Huo Zhongrao said something that surprised him.

Ye Qingge also listened inexplicably.

"..."

"Where is the kitchen..." Ye Qingge's question also made herself feel hopeless.

Did Ye Qingge simply make the marinated noodles? The marinade made with mushrooms, peppers, carrots and other vegetables is not only colorful, but also delicious.

There are very few people who can roll the noodles by themselves. Ye Qingge's noodles are elastic and smooth.

Huo Zhongrao ate three bowls sloppily, eating without talking, Ye Qingge stood there watching him eat.

Still thinking in her mind, this person's painting style changed too quickly, and she was still confused.

The first second he snarled and yelled at her, and the next second he seemed to be okay, and asked her to cook him a meal.

Li Mumu ran in in a small camouflage uniform, and the handsome appearance made Ye Qingge's heart warm.

How could this son not be seen, it didn't kill her.

"Mom, did my godfather bully you?" Li Mumu drank the water, his face flushed, and his forehead was sweaty.

"Not a bully! Mom made hand-made noodles, do you want to eat a bowl?"

Ye Qingge did a lot, but Huo Zhongrao couldn't stop Huo Zhongrao from eating too much, for fear that his son would be hungry when he came to the fourth bowl.

"Come on!" Li Mumu was also hungry as he watched his godfather eat the incense.

"It's delicious, godfather?" He twisted his **** and sat on the chair, watching his mother pick herself noodles.

"Yeah!" With a muffled cry, he licked the bowl clean.

Seeing that there was still a little bit in the basin, he took the chopsticks and fished it out.

Ye Qingge exhaled secretly in his heart, fortunately he got a big bowl for Li Mumu.

"God father, my mother will cook deliciously! The egg fried rice she made is also delicious, and the sweet and sour short ribs, I drool thinking about it!"

At this time, Li Mumu was as picky as Li Beichen said, and he was simply giving him something to eat.

"Eat without talking and sleeping!"

"I see, godfather!" Li Mumu stuck his tongue out and ate his noodles.

Ye Qingge is actually hungry too! However, no one asked her to sit down and eat.

I want to eat but no noodles...

Huo Zhongrao finished eating, got up, took out two hundred yuan from his trouser pocket, and patted it on the table.

Ye Qingge knew that all the fan tickets looked the same, but she knew that these two were taken on the table yesterday.

"Marry Beichen, he can't lose you!" Abandoning these words, Huo Zhongrao touched Li Mumu's head, turned and walked out.

It was still the somewhat dirty camouflage training uniform, Huo Commander was so casual everywhere, his position of power was beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Later, Ye Qingge remembered today's hand-made noodles, and regretfully said that he should cook two dishes for him, and shouldn't be good at rolling the noodles...

When Ye Qingge returned to Li's house with Li Mumu, he saw Dong Wenqian waiting there at the gate...