Master Ye's Second Marriage

It's delicious! I didn't expect that his sister-in-law still had this skill. In the future, he would often come to rub rice.

George thought in silence.

After drinking a bowl, George happily held the bowl and looked at Han Muzi.

"May I have another bowl?"

Han Muzi took a look at him, and saw his expression with infinite expectation. He was drunk with fish soup, and some could not help laughing.

For all chefs, love to eat his cooking, that is a kind of affirmation and praise.

Although Han Muzi is not a cook, today's meal is made by her. It is a special affirmation and praise for her that George likes to eat her food so much.

Her heart is naturally happy, a happy, simply stood up to take his bowl.

"Well, I'll give it to you."

However, at this time, Mo Shen, who has been sitting still, can't help but speak in a cold voice.

"Don't you have your own hands?"

The sound of the sudden sound made them stunned. George and Yemo looked at each other and saw clearly the warning in his dark eyes.

He was silent for a moment, looked back and stood up: "I'll do it myself."

Then he took back the bowl in Han Muzi's hand, got up and filled the fish soup by himself. He was very depressed.

Well, Wei Chi Shen must be jealous that he has fish soup served by his sister-in-law, but he doesn't.

Han Muzi also discovered at this time that he did not move his chopsticks after sitting down at night.

Is it not to his taste? Han Muzi was not sure what he thought in his heart. He could only take a bowl and fill him with a bowl of fish soup. action

"Or You should have a bowl of fish soup first

George took a furtive look at the night.

Ye Mo looked at the bowl of fish soup in front of him, and secretly compared it in his heart. It seemed that it was more than George's, which made him feel more comfortable.

He raised his eyes and cast a cool glance at Han Muzi.

You know what you are.

In fact, he didn't have to ask Han Muzi to fill himself with fish soup. It was just that she served it to George, and then put herself on the side to make him feel very depressed.

Han Muzi saw that night Mo Shen finally moved his hand and took the fish soup to his lips. When he took a sip and put down the bowl, he immediately asked her, "how is it?"

George likes it so much, so she cooks fish soup well?

The night is not deep

She looked at herself eagerly, her white face and expectant eyes seemed to be talking: praise me quickly, praise me quickly.

"Of course, it's good to drink, weichi. You're a little assistant. I think In the future, we can often come here for dinner. "

Smell speech, night Mo deep, eyes suddenly cold, voice also followed desert several degrees.

"Average."

Han Muzi's eyes, which he had expected before, became dim and dull. George's smile froze on his lips and leaned against him for a long time: "you are too demanding. Do you think everyone is as advanced as the cook of weichi's family? It's true that when you eat in someone else's house, don't be too picky

"It's ok..." Han Muzi quickly round the court and explained, "I think he's right. I'm not a decent cook. I'm not so good at cooking. Let's eat first."

With that, Han Muzi took up the bowl and began to pick up rice.

In fact, ye Moshen's answer is expected for her, and she doesn't expect Ye Mo Shen to praise herself, so it's not night Mo Shen.

It's great.

She lowered her head to pick up food, but into the bottom of the night's deep heart, so that he narrowed his eyes, is it his illusion?

Always feel, this woman seems to be disappointed?

Disappointed what? He didn't praise her?

But George has praised her a lot. Does she need her own affirmation?

But George scolded him in his heart.

The three people have different ideas in their hearts.

After dinner, Han Muzi took the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen, and George took the time to count the night.

"Weichi, are you chasing girls like that?"

Listen, night Mo deep frown: "what do you say?"

"Am I wrong? People work hard to make a meal for you to eat, you praise will die? Will you lose a piece of meat

George leaned over and whispered, "don't blame brother. I didn't remind you. You can't catch a girl like this."

Ye Moshen finally took a look at him.

George was frightened by this look. He coughed and moved his eyes. "When I said nothing, alas It's pity that you, a little assistant, prepare such a meal carefully, but you can't get a good word from others. They are girls. I don't know if they will be sad. "

The night is not deep

The mobile phone suddenly rings, night Mo deep look at the caller ID."Oh, I forgot to place that duanmuxue when I came here. Grandfather weichi called you. I don't want to trouble you, right?" George came up to look at the caller ID and explained in a hurry.

At night, Mo Shen answered the phone calmly.

"Grandfather."

"You stinky boy, I told you to treat Xiaoxue well. Where have you been

Night Mo deep pursed his thin lips, suddenly looked at George, explained in a low voice: "George is in trouble, ask me to solve it for him."

Suddenly a big pot cover to the head of George: "and

Shit, who's he calling on? Who's pissing off?

"What? George, you son of a bitch If you don't learn well all day, don't worry about him. Come back to me immediately. I have something important to discuss with you

Important things

At night, Mo Shen narrowed his narrow eyes and unconsciously looked at the position of the kitchen. Then he said, "I'm afraid not. Grandfather, I have other things to do now."

"I don't care about George? You should come back to my grandfather. It's very important today. "

"Here comes the trouble. I'll hang up first." Night Mo deep finish saying, hang up Wei Chi Jin telephone directly, do not give him face.

George's eyes widened. "What's important?? Is it not to discuss your marriage with duanmuxue? "

The night is not deep

His face was a little ugly, and his thin lips had been pursed tightly.

George looked at the kitchen and said, "I'll tell you, it can't run away Granddad weichi will make an engagement with duanmuxue for you. If you want to resist, it's hard. "

"I don't need someone else to decide my life."

No one can do it, even if it's grandfather, so what?

"But that's your grandfather. Forget it I think it's serious, or Shall we go back first? Escape is not the way. "

Just at this time, Han Muzi came out of the kitchen, she cut a plate of fruit, bent down in front of two people.

George suddenly said, "that little assistant, it's getting late. We have to go back first."

Listen to words, Han Mu purple Leng for a moment, and then look down at his wrist watch.

It's seven o'clock. It's really late. I didn't expect that the time passed so quickly. She nodded in a dazed way: "OK, I'll take you downstairs."