The kitchen door of the hotel is glass, and you can see everything inside when you sit in the living room.

Quiet late night, a room with lights, and a loved one busy with dinner in the kitchen, this is probably the most worldly and happiest life.

Mo Qingcheng watched her put on light-colored clothes to prevent oil smoke, took out the ingredients from the bag in an orderly manner, washed them, cut them, turned on the fire, stir-fried, and her movements were skillful and elegant, as if she had done it countless times, and a trace of warmth swelled up inexplicably in her heart, and her eyes slowly became gentle.

An hour later, Xinnuan put the last dish on the table, five dishes and one soup, all of which are the most homely, although the appearance is not as good as what the restaurant makes, but it feels very delicious when you look at it.

Xinnuan put the rice in front of him, sat down opposite him, and said with anticipation and apprehension: "Taste it." ”

The smile on the corner of Mo Qingcheng's mouth became stronger, he picked up the chopsticks, picked up the vegetables and put them in his mouth, the taste could only be regarded as okay, but it was strange, he felt that this was the best meal he had eaten in all these years.

"It tastes okay, right?"

"It's delicious." He smiled and bowed his head, took a bite of rice, and desperately pressed the happiness and warmth from the bottom of his heart back into his body.

"You're so picky, I'm afraid you won't get used to it." Although she said this, her heart was still warm, as if she had completed a huge challenge, and she was very proud and proud.

"It's delicious, I like to eat it." As if to prove that his words came from the bottom of his heart, he took a chopstick dish and put it in his mouth, chewing it heavily.

He has always been elegant and noble, and his aristocratic temperament is manifested in all aspects, especially table manners, which are extremely good. She'd never seen him like he was now, gobbling it up, a little embarrassed, but cute.

She knew that he was deliberately pleasing herself, but her heart was still sweet.

The meal was very harmonious, and she watched him eat every dish he made, eager to eat it all, happy and satisfied.

After eating, Xinnuan refused Mo Qingcheng, who wanted to help, and packed up the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen.

He leaned against the door, looking at the warmth of the washed dishes and plates, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more obvious.

The heart was warm, she turned around, and looked at Mo Qingcheng, who was full of lazy and casual nature, rarely saw him so relaxed, or maybe the atmosphere was too good tonight, and the heart she picked up was completely put down, like a hedgehog with a sharp thorn, revealing all the softness.

He saw that her expression was gentle, her beautiful eyes were full of smiles, and she looked like a good wife and mother, which was particularly lovely, exactly what he imagined.

As if all the shortcomings had been properly filled, he couldn't help but smile and ask, "How did you remember to cook?" ”

"I just remembered it suddenly," the corners of Xinnuan's mouth raised, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, "I've always wanted to cook you a meal, but I didn't before, but I won't have a chance." ”

"How could there be no chance," he almost blurted out without delving into her words, "you can cook for me every day in the future, and I promise to eat enough every time, as long as you want." ”

Xinnuan staggered his hot eyes, lowered his head and walked out, "It's just a few home-cooked dishes, who makes them better than me, and you just eat fresh." ”

The sense of alienation in her body came out again, faint and not heavy, but it made him very uncomfortable.