The Young Wife is Pregnant:Pampered and Teased by Young Master Marshall

If you pool like eyes are full of a beautiful face, think of the little girl said three years have not eaten ten times, he was distressed.

"Yes, I'm going to eat Chen Ji. If you don't go, I'll go myself."

Seeing Yu SE's resolute appearance, Mo Jingyao made a slight hook on his lips and said in a very tempting voice, "is it OK to change the barbecue?"

If it wasn't for Yu SE's favorite barbecue in the information provided by Lu Jiang, he would not have brought her to the seaside today.

I thought she would wake up after sleeping for a while, but I didn't expect it would be dark as soon as she slept.

Not willing to wake her up, so he stayed with her as long as she slept.

On hearing the barbecue, yuse's eyes suddenly lit up, "barbecue is OK."

Mo Jingyao's smile on his lips grew stronger and stronger. One day after getting along with him, he found that Lu Jiang's investigation was right, and the little girl was particularly interested in eating.

It seems totally different from other women.

It's not that he hasn't had a meal with other women. When other women have a meal, they eat rice grains by counting. As for other foods, they just taste them. They are afraid of being fat.

Moreover, they are all quiet ladies standard.

There is no such thing as metaphor. When it comes to eating, your eyes are bright.

A little smile, "that starts now." With that, he pressed the lock.

As soon as Yu se pushes the car door, it really opens this time.

She got out of the car and looked back at the place she had just laid down. It was just a small bed. Unexpectedly, there were still many mechanisms in the Bugatti Weihang, switching seats and small beds at any time.

"Mo Jingyao, where did this little bed come from?"

"Here." Mo Jingyao pointed to a button on one side of the door.

Yu se is curious about the baby's press.

Immediately, the cot was put away and replaced with the previous seat. Even the blanket was put away automatically.

She pressed her eyes again, the cot came out again, and the blanket slipped out.

"It's fun. It's interesting." The metaphorical eyes are bent into moon buds.

"OK, I'll go to the barbecue and you play here." Mo Jingyao looked at her pretty smile. If he didn't hear her stomach growling, he would like to continue to look at her.

"You go, you go. I'll be right there. I'll play twice." Yuse pressed it twice like a child, and then he was satisfied. He closed the door and turned around to see the oven on the beach five steps away and the ingredients.

And Mo Jingyao is standing in front of the oven at this time, seriously barbecue.

There is fragrance floating over, should be easy to mature vegetables, tofu and so on.

Yuse rushes over in two or three steps. When he sees a big table of food, he is surprised. "When did you prepare it?"

"Very early."

They started preparing before their car arrived.

Fortunately, we have our own refrigerator, so it's very fresh.

He just came over and took it out of the refrigerator.

"Ho ho..." A sound, and then a burning smell.

Let is staring at a large table of ingredients to see where to start from the metaphor frown turned, "is not paste?"

"Do you have one?" Mo Jingyao calmly glanced at the string in his hand. He didn't bake it for the first time.

However, the next second, he also smelled a paste smell, "is paste."

"It's dried bean curd. Look, it's all pasted. You can't eat it. It's a waste. It's baked soon. You have to turn it frequently." Yu se rushes over, pushes Mo Jingyao away and checks the food on the stove one by one. Fortunately, only the dried tofu sticks are pasted. Everything else is fine.

The position of dried bean curd string is because of the fire.

By the light from Bugatti's headlight, the girl threw the battered one into the garbage bag, and then she flipped the others skillfully.

Looking at a string of dried tofu, she seemed to be able to eat it. She took it up and ate it while baking. "Wow, it's delicious. Who's the ingredient?" It's the first time for her to eat such delicious string.

Even the ordinary string of dried tofu is delicious.

"It was delivered after the ingredients were prepared." Mo Jingyao glanced at the ingredients, which were prepared by ten top chefs within an hour after he drove to the seaside.

The reward is 20000.

If the metaphor says it's not delicious, the ten chefs will be on the blacklist here.

"Yummy, yummy." Yu se even ate two strings of dried tofu, but he never ate any more.

The others are not baked well.

Seeing her skillful turning, Mo Jingyao carefully looked at it for a full minute and said, "I'll bake it. You can eat it."

Although it was the first time, I watched it for a minute, and I could see it anyway.

"Well, I'll get the ingredients. You can't bake them any more. Will you?" Thinking that the man's IQ should not be bad, Yu se moves away and returns his position to Mo Jingyao."Well." Mo Jingyao learned the way of metaphor and baked it in a certain way.

It turns out that it's not difficult to do this.

Yu se selects his favorite mutton kebab, chicken gizzards and sweet potato slices, and looks back at Mo Jingyao, "what do you like to eat?"

The hand is oneself love to eat, think of is this man to prepare, metaphor color a little guilty.

"All right." He eats whatever she eats.

Just baked are easy to cook, that is because he knew she was hungry, worried that she was hungry bad stomach.

Therefore, Yu se is responsible for taking the ingredients, and Mo Jingyao is responsible for barbecue.

Of course, it's fast to take and slow to bake.

Therefore, metaphor becomes responsible for eating.

Lying comfortably on the massage chair, he glanced at the kebabs that had just been baked on the table. He ate them like a queen. "This kebab is really tender. It's the tenderest one I've ever eaten. Mo Jingyao, where did he get the ingredients from? Next time when our classmates get together, we'll go to this one to get the goods."

Mo Jingyao smoked the corner of his lips, and the mutton was naturally tender. It is said that the freshest and tenderest mutton was directly cut into slices and sent by brushing the good material.

If the metaphor wakes up earlier, it will be more fresh and tender.

"You don't have to pick up the goods. Just let me know in advance." He will arrange for her well, "however, your classmate party, I also want to attend."

Thinking that there must be boys among her classmates, Mo Jingyao immediately made such a decision.

"When my classmates get together, naturally they are all classmates. It's so strange that you go there. It can't work." Eat comfortable, although protest, but the metaphorical tone is not bad.

"I provided the ingredients."

"We give money."

"Are you sure?" Mo Jingyao turned to see Yu se, his eyes as bright as obsidian.

The string in Yu SE's hand is automatically and consciously put down. When you see a man wearing an apron for the first time, you can still feel like an emperor. Should you bake a string with such a strong momentum?

However, to Mo Jingyao like this, she said, "is it very expensive?"

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