Although Zhong Qing didn't pay attention to his face, even if he guessed, Mo Yichen was definitely angry, and he was very angry.

Zhong Qing breathed a sigh of relief, although she didn't like Mo Yichen, she really wanted to live a good life with him.

The husband and wife are already asking for a heart-to-heart comparison, and the two of them are really uncomfortable for her.

Mo Yichen waited for Zhong Qing to leave, and the smile on his face immediately fell, gloomy, okay, this is a grudge against him.

Mo Yichen has always felt that he is invincible, he has never lost in front of anyone, no one, but he likes to ride on his head twice.

I received a text message from Mo Yichen at ten o'clock in the morning.

"Wife, I want to eat ...... at night"

Mo Yichen sent more than a dozen dish names, and none of them were home-cooked dishes, not to mention that it was extremely troublesome to make, even the ingredients she had to choose from the market for a while.

This is obviously tossing her, Zhong shook his head, and replied with three words, are you sure?

Mo Yichen was triumphant with his mobile phone over there, and replied, saying that he usually eats like this.

I like to say yes.

Mo Yichen held his mobile phone, and felt proud in his heart, the master is not the right family law, you are good to serve as a master.

But there are still some doubts in her heart, is she supposed to do it?

But I didn't look at her reply to the message, so I assumed that she agreed.

He admitted that he did it on purpose, who made Zhongqing feel uncomfortable, the first few times I saw her, I thought she was confused and cute, then I wanted to marry and hide when I saw the pitiful look.

Now that he found that the little cutie had claws, Mo Yichen thought that people really couldn't just look at the surface, he thought she was a temperless person at that time.

When he was in the hospital, he was so weak that he couldn't get in touch with the guy who gave him the soft nail this morning.

I like to continue to buy vegetables after work, and I still buy a few simple and easy to do, she really can't do those dishes, she is not the chef of the hotel, she wants to eat, and it will save more trouble to invite the chef over.

Zhong Zhong can also be angry when he comes up with this energy, and after buying vegetables, Mo Yichen called.

Mo Yichen got off work very early today, which made it clear that he wanted to find faults, and when he got home, he was like an old lady in someone's house, with his feet crossed on the sofa, very proud, and he went home and waited for his love to cook.

Zhong Qing just walked to the door with her things, and before she raised her hand, with the sound of the electronic door, Mo Yichen welcomed her home with a smile and a mouthful of big white teeth.

"Coming back?"

I love to laugh, I don't think Mo Yichen's smile is so enthusiastic, but it's weird, people who don't like to laugh like this are really unaccustomed to laughing.

The beloved hand was tired and hurt by the plastic bag, and subconsciously handed it over, but Mo Yichen didn't answer, so he stood with his hands around his chest and leaned against them, without the slightest intention of taking a hand.

Zhong Qing handed him over for a long time and watched him not move, he bent over to change his slippers, and put the shoes on his feet in the shoe rack.

"How many did you buy?" Mo Yichen raised his eyebrows.

Didn't you say you were going to make ten dishes?

Zhong's eyes moved, looking at Mo Yichen very seriously, and a pair of eyes were round and serious towards Mo Yichen.

"I've seen that those dishes are greasy, it's not good to eat greasy things in summer, not to mention fat, it's easy to have fatty liver, and moreover, more than a dozen dishes can't be eaten by the two of us, isn't it a waste if you let others know, I won't run a family, and I'll lose your family business in vain?"

I look like it's all for him, and I can't find fault with it.

Is it fatty liver? Is this wishing he was sick?

He doesn't look like he has any fatty liver.

Mo Yichen was speechless with his chin tilted up, and Zhong Ai carried the bag into the kitchen.