Chapter 292: Being a wife should take care of him.

There is a black line beating between the man's eyebrows, and it is hard to bear the smell of the car. "Give me a seat!"
Joe Mu Xiaozi also came up, pouting, "I don't, you can sit down if you eat!"
"Joe Mu, give you three seconds, throw it out when you are not good!"
Joe Mu swears and swears, don't care. "Throw, you throw, you have the ability to throw, throw me out, Grandma and Mom can't spare you!"
Xi Mu Qiao's grit is tight, and the masseter muscles on both sides are looming.
"Husband ~" Qiao Mu snorted, his voice turned seven rounds and nine bends and eighteen bends. "You take a bite, I promise to be delicious!"
The delicate and charming voice made Xi Muqiao’s brain flash, followed by the car and ran out of an s-shaped route.
Can not stand this little demon / Jingjiao dripping him, he quickly parked the car on the side of the road, his face black.
Qiao Mu did not agree, smiled and handed the stinky tofu, "I feed you, ah -"
The man's throat slides up and down, drooling against the darkness, with some unknown sauce and chopped green onion, and the stomach is rolling.
"Hurry to eat?"
"Change one!"
When I thought of this stinky tofu, I swayed in front of him for a while, and Joe Mu stuffed it into his mouth, and gave him a piece of the biggest hand.
Xi Muqiao, "..."
"Oh, open your mouth, ah-"
Xi Muqiao frowned a little, opened his mouth, and died.
Qiao Mu was happy, and quickly put him in his mouth, looking at him slowly chewing, asked in a hurry, "How, good?"
The man's wrinkled brow slowly loosened, glanced at her, took out a paper towel and wiped the corner of his mouth, swallowing the food in his mouth before opening. "Not bad."
"Haha, I know, stinky tofu, smelling stinky and eating incense. How often do we eat later?"
She thought carefully, man could not understand?
"not good."
The little face slammed down and she was not happy with her mouth. "Why, you said it was delicious."
"The outside is not clean, let Wang Hao do it for you."
"……Ok."
When I got home, it was already nine and a half. He Miao and Qiu Ning saw them coming back and hurriedly greeted them. "How?"
Qiao Mu rushed to her and smiled, and raised the food in his hand. "It's okay, perfect solution, eat up late to celebrate, you haven't seen it, Changya 婧 her mother's face is discouraged!"
The two finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the three quickly plunged into eating, drinking and drinking.
Xi Muqiao refused to eat, and after eating two strings under the pressure of Qiao Mu, he would never touch it again.
Joe Mu was afraid that he was hungry and went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of tomato egg noodles.
The man bowed his head and eaten it very seriously. The voice was small and still elegant and gentle.
Qiao Mu chewed something in his mouth, watching him eat noodles for a moment, always feeling that he had been treating him badly after they came out to live.
There used to be Wang Hao, the breakfast was carefully matched, and the nutrition was balanced and rich.
Dinner is not less than five dishes and one soup, and the vegetarian dishes are very particular.
Since they came out to live, breakfast was mostly challah milk, or two people went out to eat.
Not to mention dinner, all kinds of noodles, or if you are a cockroach, there is very little cooking to cook.
I used to be poor. I didn't have the conditions to eat well. She used to not, but this man is different. I am afraid that he has never been so simple since he was young.
Suddenly in my heart, my eyes were sour and awkward. I should have taken care of him as a wife, but she did not pay attention to him. The key is that he has not complained.
She suddenly reached out to block his chopsticks, the man was carrying it, and his eyes were inquiring. She tried to hold the trembling in her voice and prevented the man from seeing the abnormality. "Don't eat, I will give you a good meal."
After that, she got up and went into the kitchen.
The fruits, vegetables, and eggs in the refrigerator are all available. Joe Mu rolled up his sleeves and began to choose dishes.
He Miao and Qiu Ning also ate almost, and felt the sudden change of emotions of Qiao Mu, and quickly returned to the room to leave separate space for the two.
Xi Muqiao looked at the noodles that he hadn't eaten, lifted his foot into the kitchen, stared at the slender little back and looked at him for a moment. He stepped forward and put her in his arms.

Why are you in a bad mood?

Qiao Mu pours the beaten eggs into the pot, and the ribbon-like egg flowers roll inside, which is especially nice.
Joe Mu died of a duck's mouth. "No."
The man sighed. "I still said no, why did you come to cook again?"
Qiao Mu was silent, and one hand was buckled on the big hand on the waist. She spoke. "Sim Muqiao, let's call Wang Hao, I can't take care of you."
The man buried in her neck and breathed the faint fragrance of her body. "I think you are taking good care of you."
She gently stirred the egg-flower soup and sprinkled with fine salt. "You don't think I made you eat too casually."
The man arched in her neck. "I don't think, as long as it is done by my wife, I like it."
The softest part of the heart is so hit by the unpredictable, sour and straightforward.
She hurriedly rushed to him. "You hurry to go out, they are all smelly, don't distract me here, the food will be right."
Xi Muqiao could hear her depressing voice, silent for a moment, did not dismantle her, turned out of the kitchen.
Xi Muqiao sat at the table and turned to look at the busy little figure in the kitchen. The bottom of his heart seemed to be something that was inflated indefinitely, and he was sour and sour.
Twenty minutes later, I was afraid that the man would be hungry, and Joe Mu did not dare to do more. He quickly took the dish out.
Three dishes, one soup, one staple food.
Seaweed canola, vegetarian assorted, spicy fried burdock, seaweed egg soup.
Nowadays, rice is cooked for too long, and Qiao Mu directly made a decoction pack with dumplings in the refrigerator.
Handing the chopsticks to him, Qiao Mu smiled and opened his hand, and put his hand on the chin. "Mr. Xi, try it, your wife's craft is good."
Each dish tasted a bite and Xi Muqiao gave her a thumbs up.
Upon seeing it, Qiao Mu’s big eyes bent like a moon, very beautiful.
The man clipped a piece of calf to her, "Let's eat together?"
Qiao Mu gave the face very much, ate it, and got up into the kitchen to get chopsticks.
The amount of the food was not large, and both of them were killed. Qiao Mu put the dishes in the dishwasher and squatted at the gym.
"I have to exercise, my stomach is about to burst!"
The man smiled slightly and held her little hand with one hand. "Is it so rare that my wife is so enlightened, does the husband have no reason to accompany him?"
During the conversation, Qiao Mu had been led by him. She looked back and said, "I have passed, the gym is in front!"
"Don't go to the gym."
"Where?"
"bedroom."
"I just came out after eating, not very good, Baidu said that it is not suitable for strenuous exercise after meals, especially this kind of thing..."
The man’s eyes are narrow and the squats are handsome and compelling.
Listen to me or listen to Baidu’s?

"...of course my husband!"