It tastes so good! I didn't expect that my sister-in-law actually has this skill, so he must come here often to have a meal in the future.

George thought silently in his heart.

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

Can I have another bowl?

Han Muzi looked at him, and saw that he had infinite expectations and was drunk with fish soup and fish. He couldn't help but smile.

For all chefs, it is a kind of affirmation and praise for their favorite dishes.

Although Han Muzi is not a chef, she cooks this meal today. George likes to eat what she cooks so much, which is a special affirmation and praise for her.

She was naturally happy. When she was happy, she simply stood up and took his bowl.

OK, I'll give it to you.

However, at this time, Ye Moshen, who had been sitting quietly, could not help but speak coldly.

Don't you have any hands?

The sudden sound made the two of them stunned. George and Ye Moshen looked at each other and clearly saw the thick warning in his ink-colored eyes.

He silent for a while, withdrew his gaze and stood up: I'd better do it myself!

Then he took the bowl from Han Muzi's hand back, got up and served the fish soup himself, feeling very depressed.

Humph, this Yuchi Shen must be jealous of his fish soup served by his sister-in-law, but he didn't.

It was also at this time that Han Muzi discovered that Ye Moshen had never moved his chopsticks after he sat down.

Is it not to his taste? Han Muzi couldn't tell what he was thinking for a moment, so she could only take a bowl and serve him a bowl of fish soup.

Or you can drink a bowl of fish soup first.

George secretly glanced at Ye Moshen.

Ye Moshen looked at the bowl of fish soup in front of him and secretly compared it in his heart. It seemed that he was a little more than George's, and he felt a little more comfortable.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Han Muzi with a cold look.

You know what you know.

In fact, he didn't have to ask Han Muzi to serve him fish soup or something, but she gave him it to George and then left himself aside, making him feel very depressed.

Seeing that Ye Moshen finally took action, Han Muzi picked up the fish soup and delivered it to her lips. When he took a sip and put down the bowl, he quickly asked her, how about it?

George likes drinking so much, which means that her fish soup is pretty good, right?

Night time:

Seeing her looking at her with a serious look on her face, her fair little face and expectant eyes seemed to be talking: praise me quickly, praise me quickly.

Of course it tastes good. Yuchi, your little assistant has good skills. I think we can come here often to eat in the future.

Upon hearing this, Ye Moshen's eyes suddenly became cold and his voice became indifferent.

generally.

Han Muzi's eyes that had been expecting before instantly became dull, and George's smile froze on his lips. After a while, he leaned on him: You are too demanding. Do you think everyone is as high-end as the chef of your Yuchi family? Don't be too picky when you go to someone else's house to eat, really.

When it was okay, Han Muzi quickly smoothed out the situation and explained: I think he was right. I am not a serious chef, so I definitely didn’t do that well. Let’s have a meal first.

After saying that, Han Muzi picked up the bowl and started to stew rice.

In fact, Ye Moshen's answer was expected to be expected for her, and she didn't expect Ye Moshen to praise her, that would be Ye Moshen.

This is pretty good.

The scene of her lowering her head to squeeze into Ye Moshen’s heart, making him squint his eyes. Is it his illusion?

Always feel that this woman seems to be disappointed?

What was disappointed? He didn't praise her?

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

But George cursed Ye Moshen fiercely in his heart.

The meal was filled with different thoughts, and the three of them had different thoughts in their hearts.

After dinner, Han Muzi put the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen, and George seized the time to criticize Moshen.

I said to Yuchi, is there anyone who pursues girls like this?

After hearing the words, Ye Moshen frowned: What did you say?

Am I wrong? People work hard to cook a meal for you, but will you die if you praise me? Will you lose a piece of meat???

George leaned over and lowered his voice: Don't blame me for not reminding you that you can't chase girls like this.

Ye Moshen finally glanced at him.

This glance made George frightened. He coughed and moved his eyes away. When I said nothing, he just felt sorry for you, a little assistant. He carefully prepared such a meal, but he couldn't change someone else's words. He is a girl, and I don't know if he will be sad.

Night time:

The phone suddenly rang, and Ye Moshen glanced at the caller ID.

Oh no, I forgot to place Duanmuxue when I came. Grandpa Yuchi called you, wouldn't it be a problem for you? George came over and took a look at the caller ID and explained urgently.

Ye Moshen answered the phone calmly.

Grandpa.

You guy, I asked you to entertain Xiaoxue well. Where did you go?

Ye Moshen pursed his thin lips, suddenly glanced at George, and explained in a low voice: George has caused trouble, so I will ask me to solve it for him.

Suddenly, George covered his pot with a large pot on his head:

Damn, who did he provoke whom?

What? George doesn't study well all day long. Don't worry about him anymore. Come back immediately. I have something important to discuss with you.

Important things

Ye Moshen narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, looked at the kitchen seat unconsciously, and then said coldly: I'm afraid it won't work, grandpa, I have other things to be busy with now.

Didn’t you say nothing about George? Come back to grandpa as soon as possible. Today’s matter is very important.

I'm here to get the trouble, I'll hang up first. After Ye Moshen finished speaking, he hung up Yuchi Jin's phone call without giving him any face.

George widened his eyes: What is important? Could it be to discuss your marriage with Duanmuxue?

Night time:

His face looked a little ugly, and his thin lips were always pursed tightly.

George looked at the kitchen: I told you, Grandpa Yuchi will definitely get engaged to Duanmuxue if he can't escape this matter. It's probably difficult for you to resist.

My life doesn't require others to make decisions for me.

No one can do it, even grandpa, so what?

But that's your grandfather. Forget it, I think this is quite serious. Otherwise, let's go back first? Escape is not a solution.

At this moment, Han Muzi walked out of the kitchen, cut a plate of fruit and bent over and placed in front of the two of them.

But George suddenly said: It's getting late, we have to go back first.

After hearing the words, Han Muzi was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head to look at the watch on her wrist.
Chapter completed!