Chapter 1861: Hey, why do you always look at my husband?

Mrs. Murong handed them the chopsticks: "Three fresh stuffing, you taste it, see if it tastes good?"
Ji Mian's padded jacket was drooling, and nodded: "Eun En, if I knew that there were dumplings in the house, I wouldn't eat outside."
Ji Mianmian picked up a dumpling and took a bite. "Wow ... It's delicious. This dumpling bag looks good and tastes better. This is the best thing I have eaten since I came here ... husband You will eat it soon. "
The dumplings were very hot, and the stuffing inside was delicious. Ji Mianmian solved one by blowing three or two mouthfuls.
Mu Rongmian saw Ji Mianmian's look, and said, "Be careful, don't be hot, nobody will grab you."
Mrs. Murong's face showed a long-lost smile since his death, "Don't eat slowly, don't worry, the kitchen still has it."
She looked at Ji Mianmian's eyes full of love.
Ji Mianmian felt that this stomach finally ate something that could be eaten. She ate three at a time. Seeing that Rongmian hadn't moved, she picked up one and sent it to his mouth. Eat, I'll be done in a while. "
Mu Rongmian squeezed her face and opened her mouth to bite the dumplings.
Ji Mianmian inadvertently glanced at Mrs. Murong, who looked at Murong Mian's nervous face.
She was puzzled. Mu Rongmian was eating dumplings. What was she nervous about?
After Murong Mian took a bite, Murongfu's talent asked carefully: "Is it delicious?"
Mu Rongmian didn't speak, slowly chewing, Ji Mianmian felt embarrassed, and quickly said: "It's delicious, delicious ... so delicious ..."
Mu Rongmian swallowed the food in his mouth and said lightly, "Yes."
A simple word made Mrs. Murong smile and smile. "You like it, not enough in the kitchen."
Ji Mianmian was full of fog, and Murong Mian said a word, which made Madam Murong so happy? She was so popular just now, she kept saying it was delicious, and she didn't see how happy she was.
Ji Mianmian stopped eating dumplings and observed Mrs. Murong secretly. Sure enough, her eyes kept looking at Murong Mian.
Ji Mianmian bit his chopsticks. What the is going on? Why dare to look at her husband?
Although she was a little upset, Ji Mianmian was not a fool. The eyes of Mrs. Murong looking at Murong Mian was obviously a kind of loving comment, definitely not a speculation or a plot in the dark center.
Ji Mianmian sighed secretly, forget it, this kind of love is probably to see Mu Rongmian as her own son.
The son is dead, the husband is dead, it is pitiful enough, she should not think about it.
Suddenly the soft flesh on his face was pinched.
"What do you want, why not eat?"
Ji Mianmian looked up and rubbed his face: "Nothing, I think this dumpling is particularly delicious than what you make."
"Really, then it seems that I have to go back and pick up the culinary skills, otherwise you will be disgusted with me."
The two talked and laughed, and Mrs. Murong listened bitterly.
Ji Mianmian ate with a big mouth, and a plate of dumplings soon finished, and she felt her stomach contentedly.
Mu Rongmian handed her a glass of lemonade, and she took a sip of Gu Ruo.
Ji Mianmian asked: "Madam, this is not a maid, how can they make such authentic dumplings?"
Mrs. Murong smiled: "Just like to eat, if you want to eat, there will be tomorrow."
Ji Mianmian licked the corner of his mouth and suddenly thought, "Well ... this isn't ... this is not what you did?"
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