Chapter 1688

"By the way, I haven't planned to take on a new play in recent months. You should sleep with Murong first. After all, I'm younger martial brother. Take care of me..."

Since it's Ye Shaoguang, Yan Qingsi certainly can't help him?

"Well, thank you, sister Qingsi."

Yan Qingsi smiles and bites again. Ji Mianmian has recognized that it is Ye Shaoguang, but she doesn't say it all the time. She knows why.

Because Murong Mian refused to admit it, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, it's all one person.

Since everyone doesn't say it, she doesn't have to expose it. Just be clear.

Yan Qingsi looks at Ji Mianmian's unfamiliar cooking. When she cuts potatoes, she almost cuts them several times. It's really frightening.

Said good is cut potato silk, the result Leng is cut into chips.

Yan Qingsi was a little worried. She rolled up her sleeve and said, "Oh, you say you're so stupid. I'll..."

But as soon as she picked up the knife, she was caught by Yue Tingfeng, who came in from outside. She said, "daughter in law, I'll do the rough work. You go out first and coax the almonds to play. Let's make this meal, ah..."

Yan Qingsi turns her head and sees that Yue listens to the wind, followed by Murong Mian with almonds in her arms.

She shrugged: "well All right

Yan Qingsi takes almonds from Murong Mian's arms. He shakes his sore arm and goes to Ji Mianmian. He takes off her apron and says, "go out first."

"Ah Oh... " Ji Mianmian walks out of the kitchen, turns around and takes a look. Murong Mian, who has already put on her apron and picked up the kitchen knife, has a sour eye. This scene makes her go back to the past.

Ye Shaoguang used to cook for her.

Yanqing silk took Ji Mianmian to sit down and sighed: "today's lunch should not be bad."

Ji Mianmian touched his nose: "the rice I'm cooking now is not It's awful... "

It's just that sometimes you put too much salt, sometimes you forget to put salt, sometimes it's not ripe, sometimes it's burnt.

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With Murong sleeping, the lunch was ready soon.

Four people, together with a baby who can't finish eating, sit at the table, just like before.

Ji Mianmian picked up chopsticks and took a mouthful of sweet and sour tenderloin. Her tears almost didn't flow out. That's the taste. She narrowed her eyes happily: "it's still the taste. It really hasn't changed. Eat it well..."

Murong Mian silently brought her vegetables, but he seldom ate them.

All the dishes on the table are made by Murong Mian. Yue Tingfeng is the first to attack. These tastes are deeply engraved on Ji Mianmian's memory and will never fade. This is the taste that ye Shaoguang gives her, which she can never forget.

Almond lay in Yue Tingfeng's arms, watching his father eat one mouthful at a time. The little guy's eyes are wide open, and his pink tongue has been licking his lips. If he doesn't pay attention, his saliva will flow out.

After a meal, Ji Mianmian covered his stomach: "I can't, I can't I'm eating too much... "

She hasn't eaten so much for a long time.

Since ye Shaoguang left, food has no special meaning to Ji Mian.

Murong Mian frowned and looked at Ji Mian worried.

After dinner, Yan Qingsi and Yue Tingfeng are ready to leave.

Before leaving, she said to murongmian, "I should go to the hospital for physical examination. Anyway Everybody knows. "

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