My Third Gentleman

Chapter 1267 I miss you so much (4)

Mu Jinchen soon brought out two plates of good food—not good food.

Just before the cooking process, he turned off the fire and had a fuss with Wushuang for a while, and the pasta was a little too soft.

"I'm sorry, Madam, I missed something this time." The man said apologetically.

Wushuang had already sat in front of the dining table and waited to be fed, waving his hand indifferently, "It doesn't matter, it tastes good, and appearance is not important."

It was the pasta that Mu Jinchen had learned from her father himself. How much he had spent on it, how could she not know.

Mu Jinchen brought out a few side dishes one after another, Fang solved his apron and sat next to Wushuang, "You taste it first. If you don’t have your appetite, eat more side dishes, or I will cook some white porridge for you. eat."

Mu Jinchen said that he was about to get up and go to the kitchen again, Wushuang hurriedly pulled him, "Sit down! How can I be so picky, this is already very good, sit down and eat."

Only then did Mu Jinchen sit down again, and began to busy serving Wushuang again.

Clamp a cut-up something like steak to Wushuang's small dish, "This tastes good. I ate it yesterday, so I asked them to prepare another one."

As he said, I put some vegetable salad on the side of the small dish, "Eat more vegetables, it won't be easy to get oily."

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Wushuang watched the man's movements quietly, and his eyes were slightly moved.

Mu Jinchen is such a cold and cold person, but since they got married, they have always taken care of her in such a small way and meticulously. Her real happy life began by marrying him.

Seeing Wushuang stared at the water, the man looked at him quietly, frowned, and quickly put down the knife and fork in her hand and pulled her little hand, "What's wrong?"

Wushuang shook his head, took the initiative to get close to his lips and kissed him, then quickly stepped away, and said with a sweet smile, "I just think that Mr. Mu looks good again. I'm thinking that our baby will be Like someone more."

Although this was not a problem she had just thought about, it was a problem she had imagined countless times.

Only then did Mu Jinchen feel relieved, and stretched out a hand to rub her hair, "Silly girl, our baby is naturally like us. I just said that I was hungry. Eat quickly."

Wushuang nodded his head, retracted his thoughts, and ate the food on the plate intently and gracefully.

After eating several bites of pasta in a row, he gave a thumbs up to Mu Jinchen and looked at the man in surprise with his big shiny eyes, "Mr. Mu, this spaghetti with meat sauce you made is the same as my father's. It's delicious."

Mu Jinchen choked down on the food in his mouth, and looked at the little woman who was filled with red ketchup on the corners of her lips. He was in an inexplicable mood. He couldn't help but bow his head to kiss the corners of her lips and stick out his tongue. He licked, then sternly curled his thin lips and said, "Dirty."

Wushuang heard this, her pretty face turned red again in despair.

This guy is getting more and more hooligans, don’t you have tissues when it’s dirty? Do you need to be environmentally friendly enough to wipe it with your own tongue?

Immediately, Wushuang smiled sweetly and continued to eat the plate of pasta.

The smile on the corner of the little woman's lips gently brushed on the tip of his heart like a feather, which was extremely comfortable.

Next, the young couple ate quietly, exchanging a few words occasionally, but they also tacitly stopped talking about the bad things about country R.

(End of this chapter)