Wife-loving addiction: Luo Shao, good morning

Chapter 649 [Golden Age Marriage Pet] Be good, call me husband 11
Luo Shu lowered his head and kissed her on the side of the face, "Don't scold me secretly again, or I won't eat dumplings, I'll eat you."

"Isn't the work done last night? Wife?" Luo Shu brought up the word "wife" again, really thinking that this man was childish.

As Luo Shu said, his hands moved ambiguously around her waist, challenging her sensitive nerves.

"Hey, don't move." Di Qian dodged left and right under his claws, with a knife in his hand, and was afraid of accidentally hurting him, so he begged for mercy in a low voice, "Don't make trouble, Uncle Luo."

Luo Shu smiled in a low voice, lowered his head and grabbed her small mouth, lingering.

But in the end, she let her go, "After eating the dumplings, let's see how I eat you."

Luo Shu stood aside, a pair of black eyes staring deeply at her unclean face with minced meat on it.

Her skills in making dumplings are really mediocre, her hands are covered with minced meat, and even the apron on her body is horrible. This is the price of raw meat.

"Bring the garlic and ginger."

When her chopping hand was almost stiff, Di Qian suddenly made a low voice, Luo Shu brought the things and she continued chopping.

Finally, on the way to chop, the meat is getting thinner and thinner.

Di Qian put all her thoughts on the meat, but didn't pay attention to a slender hand wiping her face with a tissue from time to time.

Suddenly, Luo Shu's deep and magnetic voice sounded, "Okay, no need to chop it up, now just add seasoning."

Di Qian immediately raised her head and stared straight into his deep eyes, "Okay?"

At this time, Di Qian immediately went to get salt and chicken essence, and then put seasoning in it.

"Add a little, less." Luo Shu stared deeply at the way she was adding the seasoning, and said quite decisively.

"It should be almost the same?" Di Qian said in his mouth, but he still listened to Luo Shu's words and continued to add seasonings.

"Okay."

At this time, Di Qian stopped adding seasoning, then mixed it well, and then proceeded to the next step.

When it came time to make the dumpling wrappers, Di Qian ran into a difficulty. No matter how hard she rolled the dough, she couldn't get the shape of the dumplings.

Tell yourself to use your heart, and meditation is still not good.

It's much harder than making cookies.

In the end, Luo Shu couldn't do it anymore, he waved his hand and pushed her away in disgust, "I'll do it!"

"........."

Di Qian thinks one hand is fine?Then he said cautiously, "Can you do it with one hand?"

"Don't trust your man?!"

Luo Shu lowered his eyebrows and looked at Di Qian who was on the side, and his tone was full of the need to prove his ability.

Di Qian had no choice but to stand aside, watching him roll out the dough with one hand, it was a strange feeling, she almost felt that she was wrong.

Because she just watched the thin dumpling wrappers take shape like this...

"You really can?" Gu Xiaoai opened her eyes wide, a little surprised.

"Di Qian, your man is not completely disabled yet!" Luo Shu said coldly, throwing the rolled dumpling wrapper aside, "You can feel it on the bed."

"........."

This man, everything can go so far.

"I just think that rolling noodles with one hand is very good." Di Qian was even more surprised, turned his eyes, looked at his handsome face with his head slightly lowered, "After all, I can't roll noodles well with both hands."

Di Qian started hugging her thighs again.

Even an injured arm can really be... really versatile...

(End of this chapter)