Twilight four, falling feather Xuan.

Before Rong Ting entered the door, he smelled the aroma of food.

When I entered the door, there were already seven or eight dishes on the table, although they were all home-cooked dishes, but the aroma was attractive, which made Rong Ting feel particularly appetizing.

Mu Qingqing had just put the last dish on the table, and when she saw Rong Ting coming, she immediately pulled him to the table with a smile and sat down.

"Ah Ting, I'll cook it myself today, I made it all myself, can you taste it and see if it's delicious?"

Her cooking skills are still very good on the table, in her previous life, she couldn't enjoy the treatment of the eldest lady, she could only cook by herself often, and when she was disgusted by Mu He, she practiced her cooking skills even hard, wanting to please Mu He.

It's a pity that Mu He didn't appreciate it at all, and once overturned all her hard-earned meals to the ground in front of her, and asked someone to clean it and feed the dog......

Muhe trampled not only on the fruits of her labor, but also on her heart.

"Your body has just recovered, how can you be tired of doing this?" Rong Ting pulled Mu Qingqing to sit on his lap.

Touching her smooth and delicate little hand, he frowned slightly and looked at her, "Qingqing, you deliberately make me feel distressed, don't you?" ”

There was a slight reproach in his distressed tone.

Mu Qingqing hurriedly said: "I don't feel tired at all, I feel very happy and happy to be able to cook for my beloved." ”

Rong Ting saw that her eyes were shining, and she seemed to be really enjoying it, so he couldn't bear to say anything more about her.

"Taste it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold." Mu Qingqing picked up the chopsticks, took a piece of white jade tofu, and brought it to his mouth.

Rong Ting took her hand and took the tofu into his mouth.

The tofu was tender and smooth, melting in his mouth, like he had the feeling of holding her clove tongue in his mouth.

"How?" Mu Qingqing looked at him expectantly.

Rong Ting had never eaten any delicacies from the mountains and seas, but this simple ingredient was cooked by Mu Qingqing's own hands, but it made him feel that it was better than those delicacies from the mountains and seas.

"Qingqing's tofu is naturally extremely delicious." He looked at Mu Qingqing with a burning gaze, and the corners of his lips hooked an ambiguous arc.

With a pun, Mu Qingqing suddenly blushed, "You...... Can you be a little purer! ”

"Where am I not pure?" Rong Ting's eyebrows raised slightly, and he raised his hand and rubbed her head, "I'm saying that the white jade tofu you made is delicious, what impure place do you think about this little head melon, huh?" ”

"......" Mu Qingqing was speechless, obviously his head was full of obscene thoughts, how could it be that she was not pure?

"But ......" Rong Ting smiled lowly, his big palm rubbed around her waist as if nothing, his thin lips pressed against her sensitive ear, and his voice was low but a little light, "Your tofu is better than this white jade tofu." ”

There was a crispy and numb feeling from her waist, and her whole body instantly felt like being bitten by hundreds of ants, Mu Qingqing couldn't help but tremble slightly, and her cheeks were hot like fire.

She secretly gritted her teeth, stabilized her mind, pushed her little hand on Rong Ting's chest, and said angrily: "Do you still want to eat these dishes?" If you don't eat, I'll tell someone to leave! ”

"Qingqing's intentions, how can I live up to them." Rong Ting took a light bite on her earlobe before letting go of her, and picked up the chopsticks himself, "I'll come by myself, Qingqing, you can eat too." ”

Mu Qingqing hurriedly escaped from his arms and sat down opposite him with a blushing face.

Rong Ting looked at her with a smile, Mu Qingqing lowered her eyes slightly, pretending to be casual and holding vegetables.