Not only is gentle and rich, but also considerate, but also loves and pampers.

Qiao Mianmian couldn't find any shortcomings from him.

There is no dissatisfaction.

She thought that all her good luck in her life would probably be focused on her finding a husband.

"Okay, baby, go out and wait." Mo Yesi's heart moved when he looked at her obedient appearance. He couldn't help but lower his head and hold her soft little face and sniffed gently, "I'll put the milk on the table. You drink milk first to warm your stomach."

"If you feel uncomfortable, I'll make you some hangover soup."

"I'll serve the rice first." Qiao Mianmian felt that she didn't do anything, so she was embarrassed.

Although Mo Yesi spoiled her very much, she couldn't take it for granted.

"No." The man was determined to be spoiled to the end, and he didn't let her do anything. He pressed her shoulder and pushed her outward to the kitchen. "You don't need to do anything, just wait outside."

Qiao Mianmian: “…”

"I can serve some rice..."

It's not a troublesome thing.

She is not the kind of daughter who grew up being served by others. She will feel uncomfortable waiting if she doesn't have to do anything.

"I'll come to Sheng." Mo Yesi didn't give her a chance at all. "You were drunk last night, and you must still feel uncomfortable now. Listen to me, go out and wait, huh?"

Qiao Mianmian: “…”

Seeing him persisting so much, she had to nod: "Okay. Call me if you need help."

Qiao Mianmian waited in the dining room for a short time, and Mo Yesi came out with breakfast.

He cooked porridge, fryed a few eggs, and fryed a plate of vegetables.

The eggs are a bit pasty and the vegetables are fried for a long time, and the color is not very good.

"Just eat it." Mo Yesi also felt that the two dishes of him were not very good. After putting them on the table, he pursed his lips and said, "It doesn't look very good, but I just tasted it, and the taste was not too bad."

“It should be edible.”

"It's already very good." Qiao Mianmian picked up the chopsticks, picked up the vegetables, tasted them, and praised them with great relief, "The taste is pretty good."

Mo Yesi sat down next to her and looked at her with some doubt: "Do you really think it tastes good?"

"Well, really." Qiao Mianmian nodded, turned her head and looked at him, "If this is your first time, I think it's already very good. My first time cooking, I almost burned the kitchen."

"That's good." Mo Yesi felt very satisfied, "I will learn a few more dishes in the future, and I should be able to make better next time."

"Actually, you don't have to cook by yourself. Aren't there many chefs at home? It's the same for the chef to cook." Qiao Mianmian is not the kind of person who insists on letting him cook by himself in order to prove how much Mo Yesi likes her.

She felt that Mo Yesi had been a pampered person since childhood and rarely did these things. There was no need to deliberately let him do it in order to show her importance.

The Mohist family does not lack cooks.

Whether he does it or not is nothing to her.

Of course, Qiao Mianmian was very happy that he could cook for her personally.

"How could it be the same?" Mo Yesi picked up a fried egg and put it on the plate on her table. "The chef is made by the chef, I am me."

"But, don't you find it troublesome?"
Chapter completed!