Unexpectedly, Song Lianzhou was actually looking forward to her craftsmanship.

When Yu Meng brought Wowotou into the house, Song Lianzhou's afterglow kept falling on Wowo's head.

Different from the usual dark yellow, today's one is a little brighter, and it is a lot more delicate to look at, and the sight alone gives him a very delicious feeling.

He glanced at Yu Meng quietly, moved his hand with chopsticks, and finally pressed Yu Meng to put the head of the nest on the table, and then he took one to taste.

The newly developed product, Yu Meng doesn't know if it will be loved by the public.

After all, wowotou is too common at this time.

She watched Song Lianzhou put the nest head in her mouth and chewed it for a while, before she couldn't help but say, "What do you think?" ”

Song Lianzhou, who was asked, paused for a moment, then nodded, and glanced at the nest head on the table with a cold expression: "It's okay." ”

His appearance made Yu Meng frown.

Isn't it really delicious?

She couldn't help but pick one up and taste it herself, and then thought it tasted good.

"Are you sure it's really okay?"

Yu Meng confirmed with Song Lianzhou again.

She ate it softer than the cornmeal nest she usually makes, and it is sweet in the mouth, and she thinks she can eat two more when she tastes it herself.

Why did it get to Song Lianzhou's mouth, which was not bad?

Is it because he doesn't like to eat sweet?

Song Lianzhou was tense by Yu Meng's staring, and she almost couldn't maintain the seriousness on her face, and when she quickly ate her nest head, Yu Meng withdrew her gaze.

She lowered her eyes and pondered as she ate, how to accommodate customers who don't like sweets.

When she finished eating one and wanted to eat it, she reached for it and found that there was only one left in the sea bowl where the nest was placed.

She looked at Song Lianzhou in surprise: "Brother, I put a nest head in this bowl, I ate one, and the remaining one, you ate eight yourself!" Are you going to be a thief today, eating so much? ”

I don't know, I thought he was doing some kind of hard work.

Eat so much.

Song Lianzhou calmly met her gaze: "I worked all day, and you didn't bring me food at noon." ”

Speaking of not delivering food at noon, Song Lianzhou's eyes when he looked at Yu Meng changed a little, and he was a little more condemned, just like a child waiting to be fed did not wait for an adult to feed.

Yu Meng almost thought that he had abused him.

"Isn't there no nurse in your office, won't you let her take it for you?"

"Don't eat from other people's homes."

Song Lianzhou said it rightly.

Yu Meng was so angry with him that she almost slapped him in the face, she didn't eat, could she be blamed?

She bit the head of the nest in her hand angrily: "It's a pity that you didn't starve to death." ”

"I'm dead, and you're my widow."

Song Lianzhou sneered at her lips and reminded her that no matter what, she couldn't change the fact that she was his wife.

When it comes to the identity of his wife, Yu Meng feels very disgusted.

She worked so hard to live a few more years, why was it so difficult?

"A widow can also remarry, after all, you are a dead husband."

Yu Meng said while cursing him to return to the West early.

Seeing her thoughts, Song Lianzhou took out the handkerchief in her shirt pocket and wiped her mouth: "Then you may only have to think about it, after all, I am not dead yet." ”

Remarry?

In the last three months, she may not think about it.

"If you are angry with me again, be careful when I poison you with rat drugs in your lunch."

As soon as she spoke, she heard the sharp call of Fuqiang's horn ringing in her ears.