Black-bellied president, love is too much!

Chapter 249 The Anticipating Secret Weapon ([-])
After finishing speaking, she blinked her big grape-like eyes, bit her lip and looked at Xia Haiqing, looking like a foodie.

Xiao Yangyang also looked up: "Mom, Jiayi wants to eat your cooking, so I brought her here."

Xia Haiqing walked over with a smile and asked, "What do you want to eat? Auntie will make it right away."

Xiao Jiayi raised her hand to answer: "I want to eat glass balls, steamed cheese, fish-flavored Japanese tofu, shredded bananas, spicy chicken, Australian lobster, and pineapple rice!"

Some of the food inside are what Xiao Jiayi usually likes to eat, such as Australian big lobster, fish-flavored Japanese tofu, and some that Xiao Yangyang told her that she has never eaten but has always been greedy, such as glazed balls like glass sugar balls, Pineapple rice, steamed cheese, etc.

In short, what she thought of and didn't expect, she said it all in one breath.

Xia Haiqing was overwhelmed by her good appetite.

Mu Ziyuan was wearing a white T-shirt and forgiving white trousers. He had a clean, handsome face and deep contours, and he came down the stairs in a high spirits.

Hearing the name of the dish reported by Xiao Jiayi, he raised his eyebrows and said:
"Do you want to cook? Then make me a plate of fried yam."

Then he pursed his thin lips, without making a sound, and added two words "kidney tonifying" to Xia Haiqing.

Xia Haiqing rolled his eyes.

Xiao Yangyang heard the name of the dish reported by Mu Ziyuan, and wondered: "Father, do you like yam?"

Mu Ziyuan walked over with long legs, sat beside Yang Yang, rubbed his watermelon head and said, "I don't like it very much, but the yam is nourishing. Dad eats it, and he is in good spirits at night."

Yang Yang kindly reminded: "If you feel refreshed at night, you won't be able to fall asleep."

Mu Ziyuan stared at Xia Haiqing with a malicious smile, and explained to his son: "Your mother can't sleep, so it's convenient to sit on the balcony with your mother and count the stars."

Xiao Jiayi clapped her hands, her eyes glowing red: "Uncle and aunt are so romantic... I don't even have anyone to accompany me to count the stars."

Xia Haiqing flicked his sleeves, walked up to Mu Ziyuan, and dragged his hand to the kitchen, feeling angry.

"Don't disturb my son and Jiayi doing their homework, and help out in the kitchen when you're bored."

Mu Ziyuan didn't refuse, instead he held her little hand, and let her pull her away with his long legs lazily.

He said he was helping, but Mu Ziyuan basically stood by and blocked the way, because he didn't know where to start.

Watching Xia Haiqing skillfully chop vegetables, wash them, and then fry them with oil.

Mu Ziyuan felt that the picture was very loving, so he helped her cut her hair from time to time, hugged her from behind, and kissed her neck.

Then a phenomenon appeared: wherever Xia Haiqing went, she had to drag Mu Ziyuan there, like Siamese twins, sticking together, inseparable, the key point was that this thing was light on her neck from time to time. Peck, the big hand wandered dishonestly.

Xia Haiqing: ...! !

It also prevents people from concentrating on cooking!

In order to make Mu Ziyuan stop disturbing him, Xia Haiqing began to assign work to him.

You can't hand over the chopping vegetables, for fear that he will cut off your fingers, and you can't hand over the frying vegetables, for fear that he will fry the vegetables into charcoal, but you can wash the vegetables... But it seems a bit of a loss to the image of the chief executive, Mu Ziyuan, to wash the vegetables.

In the end, Xia Haiqing handed over the task of serving the dishes to him.

After finishing a dish, Xia Haiqing asked Mu Ziyuan to serve it to the children.

Mu Ziyuan copied his pocket with one hand and dragged the plate with his right, walking between the dining table and the kitchen.

Xia Haiqing took a sneak peek. Someone was too powerful. Although he was working as a waiter, he didn't have the image of a waiter at all.

He walked calmly, and the dishes in his palm had been raised to a higher level, as if they were the best delicacy in the world, waiting for him to give them to those in need.

Xia Haiqing's eyes flickered, and while putting the last dish out of the pot, intending to serve it out in person, he curled his lips and whispered: "I despise men who pretend to be cool and handsome."

"Who do you despise, huh?"

(End of this chapter)