Growing up.

I saw the sour and spicy saliva all came down.

Zhou Momei pulled open another bag: "The little biscuits here are bitter and coffee-flavored."

Although I have never heard of any pregnant women who love to suffer, Zhou Momei still prepared for the ups and downs.

She thought for a while and said, "It's still the same. If you like to eat, eat it. If you don't like to eat, throw it to Lin Jingyu. He likes to endure hardships."

Lu Youyou: "..."

Lu Youyou already felt something was wrong.

So what does Lin Jingyu taste like?

"And this,"

The last bag is a handful of fruit candy.

"Sweet." Zhou Momei said.

She shouldn't have to say the rest. In short, there is one principle: if Lu Youyou can eat it, she will throw it away Lin Jingyu if she can't.

Lin Jingyu loves to eat these.

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At six o'clock in the evening, Lin Jingyu got off work on time.

Today, Jesus couldn't stop him from going home.

Zhou Momei told Lin Jingyu on the phone that she didn't need to buy vegetables, and that she and Lin Yuebo went there to buy them in the afternoon.

Lin Jingyu didn't refuse, and when it was time to go, he drove home in the car.

When he opened the door, Lin Jingyu smelled a scent.

It seems to be chicken soup.

"What are you doing? It smells so good." Lin Jingyu changed his shoes at the entrance.

Lu Youyou looked up at him and spit out a word: "Chicken."

Then Lu Youyou looked at her and Lin Jingyu understood.

She said that Zhou Momei and Yan Yixiang were cooking in the kitchen.

Lin Jingyu changed his shoes and walked towards Lu Youyou, then naturally lay on the sofa, then raised his hand to pull Lu Youyou's hair.

Lin Yue Bo couldn't see Lin Jingyu's lazy appearance. He frowned and scolded him: "If you had been asked to learn how to cook, you wouldn't learn how to cook. Now you can't even cook when you let you go to the kitchen to cook."

If they are not here in the future, will Lin Jingyu still have to let Lu Youyou cook for him with a big belly?

Hey.

Lin Jingyu was dissatisfied when he talked about this.

"I learned it!"

"I can cook!"

"If you don't believe me, please let me go into the kitchen to show you your skills!"

Lin Yuebo: “…”

He doesn't believe it.

Lin Jingyu was angry and said that, he wanted to get up and go to the kitchen to prepare a bowl of vegetables for them to taste.

"Stop talking." Lu Youyou's eyelids hopped hard, and then hurriedly pulled Lin Jingyu to stop her evil thoughts.

For the sake of her pregnancy, can she not kill 800 enemies and hurt herself by herself?

Lu Youyou felt that the thing she regretted the most in her life was that when Zhou Momei taught Lin Jingyu to cook, she did not flash to the scene to stop her.

After all, a simple kitchen idiot would not think about entering the kitchen. Only those half-baked guys would prove their cooking skills at all times.

Lin Jingyu is the half-baked one among the half-baked ones.

Lin Jingyu was stopped by Lu Youyou, and he immediately went back to lie down.

If you have steps, don’t want to make things difficult for yourself.

But when it comes to speaking, Lin Jingyu was very curious.

"Hey Dad, then you can't cook, how did you cook when my mom was pregnant with me?"

Is it also his wise and powerful father who cooked a mess in the kitchen?

Lin Yuebo glanced at him: "I have money, I can invite my aunt."

Things that can be solved with money are nothing.

"oh."

Lin Jingyu was relieved now.

He said, "I have money, too."

Lu Youyou drank water coldly.

No, he didn't, because Lin Jingyu's money was in her hands.

The father and son chatted for a while, and then the meal started.

Today's chicken stew is very soft and stewed.

Zhou Momei put all the chicken legs and chicken wings to Lu Youyou, and she said a lot of good things about the banquet.

"This is the chicken your mother fed himself."

"……good."

At this moment, Lu Youyou looked at the meat piled up in the bowl and fell into deep thought.

Three bowls in front of her.

One bowl of rice, one bowl of meat, and one bowl of soup.

Lin Jingyu was still picking up food for Lu Youyou. Since Lu Youyou became pregnant, her taste has changed a lot.

And it will change every day.

For example, she picked out all the cucumbers yesterday, but today she named her name and wanted to eat and shoot cucumbers.

The tastes are so diverse that Lin Jingyu has no idea what Lu Youyou's current taboo is.

Lu Youyou can't eat too much.

In the end, she had half a bowl of rice left, and she had finished all the soup Zhou Momei had served her.

Zhou Momei muttered a few words to herself.

I plan to continue stewing a chicken for Lu Youyou tomorrow.

...

...

After staying for a few days, I will leave anyway.

While sitting in the car, Zhou Momei suddenly sighed again. You said that if they had bought their house in Yicheng at that time, wouldn’t they have to be so troublesome to come and go?

She can take care of her more.

Lin Jingyu is another careless person. He can’t even cook a meal!

What's the use of asking Lin Jingyu?

Lu Youyou took apart and tasted all the snacks that Zhou Momei prepared for her at home.

The plums have a sour taste.

Lu Youyou tasted one, then opened it and fed it to Lin Jingyu's mouth.

In an instant, the expression on Lin Jingyu's face became very exciting.

"Is it sour?" Lu Youyou asked with a funny look.

Before Lin Jingyu could speak, he heard Lu Youyou say again: "Our mom says you like to eat sour things."

Lin Jingyu: "..."

He fucked him.

Lu Youyou smiled, then took out another piece of fruit candy and fed it to Lin Jingyu's mouth.

After being relieved by the sweetness for a while, Lin Jingyu felt better.

"Lu Youyou."

"Um?"

As soon as the primary school student turned his head, Lin Jingyu kissed him.
To be continued...