Gently reaching into the clothes, and being wrapped in the soft fabric, Qin Ningxiang was flattered.

Hey~(@^_^@)~

[Liang Jinmo, this little cutie]

['Little Nezha' He understands, understands, understands, understands, will care about people]

"Sleeves!" It's too long, how can her little short arms be comparable to Liang Jinmo's long-legged and long-handed (not a gibbon) guy.

Amused to death, clucking.

Qin Ningxiang flicked her overly long sleeves and said playfully, "Liang Jin's ink brand water sleeves, you deserve it!" ”

The long-sleeved dance is only moving in Liang Jinmo's heart.

At this moment, the man who has a sense of parental vision is quite proud, "Liang Jinmo brand water sleeves, only you can have them." ”

Hahaha

It was very flirtatious, but Qin Ningxiang smiled unkindly.

Of course she has, not only with the water sleeves, but also with real arms.

The real deal!

Liang Jinmo gently rolled up the excessively long sleeves on Qin Ningxiang's arm, revealing the woman's slender and soft wrist, the unique weakness and immaturity made people can't help but like it, so Liang Jinmo also subconsciously circled her wrist with her fingers, and held Qin Ningxiang's wrist with her backhand, and Qin Ningxiang seemed to be fun, but the other hand held Liang Jinmo's wrist, and the two played childhood games.

"Would you still do this?" Liang Jinmo was quite surprised, "I learned this from my brother's brother, and they were reluctant to play with me at first." ”

Moreover, it also relies on his unique memory and learning ability.

"This sedan chair, my grandparents taught me when I was a child." Qin Ningxiang smiled sweetly, and watched Liang Jinmo pull up her hand that was not exposed at all, and gently rolled up her sleeves, so that both little hands were exposed.

Qin Ningxiang happily compared scissor hands and asked Liang Jinmo to take a photo for her.

So seeing that the man next to her was dressed very coolly, and Qin Ningxiang needed to wear a coat to feel comfortable, Qin Ningxiang was slightly puzzled.

However, the food is currently in the world, so naturally it can't take care of so much.

So, Qin Ningxiang pulled the cool and youthful man around her and was active at every booth.

"Wow, Guiyu can still do this."

"Fried eggs with snail flour are the most covered."

Snail flour? That smell?!

Liang Jinmo instinctively wanted to press the pause button and delete the conversation just now, but when she saw Qin Ningxiang's serious little eyes, that seductive and aggrieved expression, especially the tips of her lips, every time a man caught a glimpse, it would be stained with various sauces and colors, and her heart would be soft.

Well, it's okay if Qin Ningxiang likes it.

Take a step back and open the sky.

It's not a big deal to like snail noodles either.

ヽ( ̄ω ̄( ̄ω ̄〃)ゝrighteousness

A man is going to rush at his wife.

Noted down.

Although Liang Jinmo, to tell the truth, he really can't stand the taste of sour bamboo shoots.

But!!!

Qin Ningxiang is the biggest!

Next time, he may meet his wife's needs with supreme perseverance and find the most authentic and healthy snail flour ingredients for the noodle chef to try.

said that it was too late, it was fast, and in a blink of an eye, it was Liang Jinmo's favorite pastry.

You can see it at a glance, and you can be extra careful.

"This dough is really good." Liang Jinmo said and took a small bowl and took the freshly cooked noodles handed over by the chef.

Rejected the suggestion to add two more pieces of beef, Liang Jinmo put more shallots, took a small bite, and what fascinated Liang Jinmo the most in the noodles was the sometimes thick and sometimes thin part, and when he took a bite of a thin noodle, he narrowed his eyes with satisfaction.

"Sit down and eat, what kind of side dishes do you want?" I'll get it for you. Qin Ningxiang volunteered to run away, and after a while, she took two small plates of vegetables in her hand, boiled broccoli, mixed okra, cold cabbage sum and cold bamboo shoots.

It's all plain, and I really know Liang Jinmo's preferences.

As for meat, Liang Jinmo's favorite is cattle and sheep.

"Who said that?" Liang Jinmo defended himself, and sandwiched a piece of okra, and the slippery juice made the aroma of the noodle juice even stronger.

Looking at Liang Jinmo, who was enjoying the food, Qin Ningxiang unexpectedly had the courage, put down the dishes and chopsticks in her hand, crossed her waist, hum!