Yu Siqiao has long been gone, and Mo Shu had expected it, so he was not surprised at all.

After putting the dishes on the plate, Mo Shu walked towards Yu Siqiao's study.

Yu Siqiao was really in the study, looking at the computer, looking worried.

Mo Shu knocked on the door and said, "It's time to eat." ”

Yu Siqiao raised his eyes to look at her, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Is the kitchen still there?" ”

Mo Shu: "Hehe! ”

Yu Siqiao chuckled, put down his work and walked out.

As soon as I walked out the door, I smelled the aroma of food coming from the restaurant.

Yu Siqiao was startled, walked forward, saw the three dishes and one soup with all the color and fragrance, and looked left and right.

Mo Shu: "What are you looking at?" ”

"Did you ask someone to come and cook?"

Mo Shu slapped him angrily, "I did it!" ”

Yu Siqiao was very skeptical.

Mo Shu exhaled and brought the cooked rice and did it himself.

Seeing her posture, Yu Siqiao finally couldn't help but take a breath, reached out to pull her hand, and said, "I'll take a look." ”

Mo Shu is white, with tender skin, and has been a veritable arrogant and expensive person since she was a child, and any housework has nothing to do with her at all.

As far as the Mo family's princess is concerned, Mo Shu only needs to be responsible for the wind and snow.

Yu Siqiao never thought of really letting Mo Shu cook for herself, but she didn't expect that she not only did it, but also made it so exquisite.

The white and tender palm is obviously tinged with a layer of red, which is very squeamish.

Yu Siqiao was inexplicably moved, and reached out to touch her palm.

'Ding'

[Male protagonist's happiness +1]

The corners of Mo Shu's lips raised, he put away his hand, and said happily: "Taste the supper I made and try how it tastes." ”

It is true that she has not cooked for a long time, but she has been an orphan since she was a child, and she did not have the conditions to eat out every day, and cooking is the most basic survival skill.

When she grew up, she also worked part-time in a high-end restaurant, often dealing with kitchen bosses, and she was talented, so she learned a skill.

Mo Shu personally served Yu Siqiao rice, and by the way, he served himself a bowl.

When it was good, he saw Yu Siqiao taking pictures and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

Yu Siqiao said: "Leave a piece of evidence first, and if I am poisoned by you later, let the people in the circle of friends come to save me." ”

Mo Shu smiled, trotted towards him, and said, "Then you have to tell others who made this meal!" ”

Snatched his phone and pressed him to the chair.

Mo Shu put his hand on his shoulder, put on an arrogant posture, and said, "Laugh one." ”

Yu Siqiao: "......"

Yu Siqiao's face was expressionless, and Mo Shu didn't mind, he leaned down to put his face on him, and smiled brightly.

One is cold and one is hot, one is moving and one is still.

When Mo Shu saw this photo, he sat next to him and began to type, saying, "This seems to be our first selfie." ”

Yu Siqiao: "We took a lot of wedding photos. ”

A lot, a bunch of it.

I've heard that there are thousands.

Mo Shu didn't raise his head, and he didn't know what he was writing, his smile became wider and wider, and he said: "How can this be the same, you were forced to take wedding photos by your elders, and we didn't take them voluntarily." ”

Yu Si Qiao raised his eyebrows, leaned over, and whispered, "Who said I didn't do it voluntarily?" ”

Mo Shu's ears moved, and he turned his head over, Yu Siqiao had already come over, more serious than ever, "I volunteered." ”