Tong Jiumo looked at Mo Qijue's deep eyes staring at her ambiguously, his eyes locked on her body.

She subconsciously reached out to cover her chest, her little face turned white, and her eyes glared at him fiercely.

Seeing her secretive, he smiled incomprehensibly, "Momo, we have been honest with each other countless times, why are you still so shy?" ”

Tong Jiumo listened to his words, and became even more angry, grabbing his face and rubbing it.

She wanted to beat him hard, but who knew that he held her little face with his backhand, lowered his head and kissed a wolf.

He let go of her only when he was satisfied with the kiss.

A pair of deep eyes stared at her, and when he saw her, he was about to beat him, he got cheap and behaved, "Momo, I really envy myself, I can marry such a beautiful and capable wife." ”

Mo Qijue can be described as satisfied.

"I really don't want to part with you for a second."

"Perverted! I'm going to grill fish. Tong Jiumo pushed him away hard.

Is she going to re-examine whether it was a wrong choice for her impulse to marry him?

This man is not a man at all.

It's just a hungry wolf that can't be fed!

She glanced at him puzzled, and asked suspiciously, "Seventh Lord Mo, did I get on your thief ship??" ”

"If you get up, you can't go down again." Mo Qijue hugged her waist from behind and hugged her in his arms.

"Don't do something unsightly in public, you don't have a face, I still have a face." Tong Jiumo was hugged by him, and his back was still bulging, which was very uncomfortable.

"There's no one here." Mo Qijue said.

All of them were transferred by him.

It's no exaggeration to say that not a single fly can fly in and disturb it, let alone a person.

"No one, you still want to go to heaven, go grill fish! I am hungry. Tong Jiumo looked at the three fish forked by Mo Qijue, and said with a frown.

Mo Qijue pulled her to the barbecue place not far from the lotus pond.

"The clothes were wet and uncomfortable." Tong Jiumo felt very uncomfortable wearing wet clothes.

"It's okay, it'll be fine in a while, there's a dryer here, you just sit and blow it." Mo Qijue pulled her to sit down on the side, turned on the dryer, and a trace of hot wind blew.

"The wind is so hot, it makes my skin dry."

Tong Jiumo felt that Mo Qijue was really underwhelmed, let her blow the hot wind in the summer, he was fine, right?

"I just soaked in water, I can't blow cold wind, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold."

He could see through at a glance that she wanted to blow a cold wind.

"If you're afraid of running out of water, spray some water." Mo Qijue handed a bottle of spray to Tong Jiumo.

Tong Jiumo took it and sprayed it in the face.

Mo Qijue went to process the three fish, and after processing, he began to grill the fish.

"Don't burn too much, it's easy to get hot." The fabric of Tong Jiumo's clothes is easy to dry, and it dries after blowing for a while.

She walked over and helped Mo Qijue turn the fish rack.

"You sprinkle some cumin powder to be delicious." Tong Jiumo said.

"Don't worry about it, I'm the chef now." Mo Qijue saw her instructions, so he walked up to her and pulled her to sit down, "You sit down first, and I'll give you food when it's baked." ”

"I've got a mouthful." Tong Jiumo said.

"There is a wife of the god of cooking, the youngest son of the god of cooking, and the son of the god of food, and my cooking skills have naturally improved by leaps and bounds." Mo Qijue is very confident in himself.

After the fish was grilled, Tong Jiumo ate a fish, and Mo Qijue took care of the rest.

"I didn't think you grilled fish well." Tong Jiumo couldn't help but praise.

"That's, if not, how to take care of you in the future." Although Mo Qijue is very confident in his cooking skills, he will be on par with Tong Jiumo.