Probably because he has been resentful of Mo Beixiao for a long time in his heart, the little pudding complained endlessly.

If it weren't for the fact that her stomach couldn't hold it and she was forced to go to the bathroom, she seemed to have the urge to complain about Mo Beixiao for three days and three nights.

After the phone hung up, there was a full minute of silence in the master bedroom.

Putting the phone down, Su Xiaomi kept staring at Mo Beixiao.

Probably a little embarrassed to be stared at by this woman, Mo Beixiao coughed lightly and got up, "You should be hungry, right?" I'll ask the maid to cook for you......"

"No, you don't."

She grabbed his sleeve with precision, "I want to eat a panda bento." ”

Mo Beixiao: "......"

The man turned his face away, and his deep voice was a little stiff, "If you eat it, you will have diarrhea." ”

Listening to his awkward voice, Su Xiaomi smiled, "I'll eat diarrhea too." ”

"That's gone, it's all eaten by the pudding."

The smile in Su Xiaomi's eyes was even worse, "Then you can do it for me again." ”

Mo Beixiao: "......"

Half an hour later.

Su Mi sat downstairs in the dining room, watching a man in an apron bring her an ugly-looking bento.

She put her hands on her cheeks and looked at him with a smile in her eyes, "So the breakfast in the morning wasn't made by the new maid, was it?" ”

In the morning, she was very puzzled why the maid's breakfast was so ugly and unpalatable, and Mo Beixiao was not angry.

As usual, there was something so disagreeable to him, he might have lifted the table long ago.

Now that I think about it, he can't get angry if he only made it himself, right?

Thinking of this, she lowered her eyes and looked at the panda bento on the plate in front of her, which looked a bit like a bear bento.

Although the appearance of the bento is ugly, her heart is warm.

If it were a different person, she wouldn't be so moved.

What touched her was that the man who cooked food for her was Mo Beixiao, who was usually used to being served.

He was born with a golden spoon in his mouth since he was a child, and he was served by servants from childhood to adulthood.

Even if his parents died, even if his sister died, he didn't suffer a little, and there was not a day when he wasn't served by the servants of the Mo family.

She still remembers that when she first married him two years ago, his arrogance and indifference were written in her bones.

Whether it's her or the servant, as long as there is a little bit that doesn't suit his heart, he will smash this and that at home.

But now, this man who has a bad temper and always gets angry is wearing an apron and putting the freshly made lunch in front of her.

He made it with his own hands.

This heart made Su Xiaomi's heart soft and numb with a little warmth.

She took a deep breath, picked up a piece of chopsticks and ate it.

"It's delicious."

"The technique of lying is so clumsy."

Mo Beixiao glanced at her and took off the apron on his body, "I just tried it in the kitchen, and it's hard to eat." ”

Su Mi rolled her eyes, this man, can't you hear that she wants to praise him for saying this?

Besides, this bento doesn't look great, but it tastes good.

So, she defended herself, "I didn't lie, it's really delicious." ”

Mo Beixiao still looked at her with disdain, his voice was still low and disgusted, but he was faintly a little happy, "Su Xiaomi, you pig is really tasteless." ”

"I'm just not tasteful, what's wrong?"

She flattened her mouth and continued to shove the rice into her mouth, "I think you've just learned how to cook, so it's good enough to make this taste." ”

The man glanced at her, "You really like it?" ”

She nodded, "I really like it." ”

He smiled, "Su Xiaomi, your taste is really poor. ”