Chapter 740: You do it for me!

The man beside him is still energetic.
It's like a fox spirit who has just sucked up his blood.
And Qiao Mianmian is the woman who has been drained of blood.
It is said that husband and wife fight at the head and end of the bed.
Nothing can't be solved after a sleep.
If not, then go to sleep a second time, a third time...
Qiao Mianmian turned over helplessly, looking at the man next to him with a bit of resentment in his eyes, and said with a hoarse voice: "Mo Yesi, I'm hungry."
"Well, what does baby want to eat?"
"Can I eat anything?"
"Well, of course."
The man who was satisfied in one way was in a good mood, with a light smile on the corners of his eyebrows, and reached out and stroked her face gently, his voice very soft.
To say how satisfied Mo Yesi is, it is not.
He felt that he would never be enough for Qiao Mianmian.
His satisfaction comes more from a gratification in the heart than in the body.
Every time he asked her, he enjoyed the feeling of being able to fully occupy her.
At that moment, he could feel that she belonged to him completely.
Qiao Mianmian remembered that he had bullied her so badly, and he glared at him with resentment, without a good air: "I don't want to eat takeaway."
Mo Yesi hooked his lips and nodded, "Okay, don't eat takeaway."
"I don't want to eat out."
"Okay, then don't go out to eat."
"You make it for me!" She knew he wouldn't cook, and deliberately made him difficult, "I want sweet and sour pork ribs."
Mo Yesi was silent for a moment.
Qiao Mianmian immediately opened his hands and pretended to be angry: "Forget it, I knew it would be like this. I just said casually that you are a young master who has not touched the spring water since he was a child. What a meal."
"I still order takeaway."
She reached out and took the phone on the bedside table and turned over the takeaway app.
As soon as I opened it, I heard the man behind him say in a somewhat tangled and hesitant voice: "Do you really... want to eat my cooking? I haven't made sweet and sour pork, but you really want to eat, I can learn now."
Qiao Mianmian then turned to look at him: "Are you really willing to do?"
Mo Yesi nodded, a little helpless, but with a deep indulgence in his eyes: "If you want to eat, I will do it. Baby, as long as you are happy, I have nothing to do. But you don't think that It tastes bad."
He has little confidence in his cooking.
Except for boiling brown sugar water for her that time, the kitchen was done once.
At other times, he never entered the kitchen.
However, she really wants to eat his cooking, he can learn for her.
Qiao Mianmian had never thought that Mo Yesi would really agree.
She just had a little resentment in her heart, so she deliberately made him difficult.
What will he do?
It is estimated that even a tomato scrambled egg can't be done well, let alone sweet and sour pork ribs.
But when he really nodded, she suddenly became interested again.
She stared at him for a while, blinked, and frowned: "But, there is no kitchen or food here."
"These are just minor problems."
Mo Yesi turned around after a few seconds of silence, picked up the phone and dialed a call out.
Qiao Mianmian heard him whispering in his throat, "I need a house, and I am ready to prepare ingredients for sweet and sour pork ribs. Well, I buy some others, so girls like to eat."