As soon as Mo Qi Jue heard that she was hungry, he immediately put down the work on his head.

Suddenly stood up, quickly walked out of the study, looking at the open child nine foam, Jun's face showed a smile, "I'll take you downstairs to eat."

He dragged her downstairs to the restaurant.

The dining table is a constant temperature heating table, the food will not be cold on it.

Tong jiumo looked at a table of delicious food, but no appetite, she looked at Mo seven Jue said, "I don't want to eat these."

"What would you like to eat Mo Qi Jue asked patiently.

"I'd like beef, tomato noodles, fish and mushroom dumplings."

Tong jiumo only wants these two kinds.

Because it smells like mom.

Mother often makes all kinds of pasta and dumplings for her.

She missed it.

"Well, I'll do it now." Mo Qi Jue put her on the dining chair, rolled up his sleeves, even without an apron, and went directly into the kitchen to get busy.

He asked the servant to buy fresh food this morning. There were fish and beef.

He prepared the ingredients and began to mix noodles.

After making noodles, start to make dumplings quickly.

After about 20 of them were wrapped, he went to put the noodles in the boiled broth and put the beef and tomato in it.

Mo Qijue will a bowl of beef tomato noodles to the table, and then turn back to the steamed dumplings.

He knew that she liked spicy food, so he asked the servant to make chili sauce.

Dip her in dumplings.

Looking at the hot noodles and dumplings, Tong jiumo's eyes were wet.

She looked at Mo Qi Jue, "Mo Qi Jue, you don't go to work, why do you always cook for me?"

Mo Qi Jue sat down on one side and looked at her small face seriously and said, "the man's responsibility is to be able to shuttle between the guns and the rain, but also to linger in the human fireworks."

"It's the husband's duty to take care of his wife's mood and cook for his wife."

Looking at her, her eyes were red with crying, but now they are red.

He quickly raised his hand, wiped the corner of her eyes, whispered, "silly girl, eat quickly, noodles are going to paste."

When Tong jiumo looks down, he sees a big red on his wrist.

She frowned slightly, reached out to hold his big hand, put it in front of her eyes and looked, "what's wrong with your hand? It's blistering

"It should have been caused by steam just now." Mo Qi Jue thought of the moment just now.

He thought that she would be hungry, but he could not care to be scalded by steam, so he made food quickly.

Even a second's delay will make her hungry.

"Don't you know the pain?" Tong jiumo frowned and got up in a hurry.

Mo Qi Jue held her wrist in the backhand and looked at her standing up and asked, "where are you going?"

"Get the medicine box!"

Tong jiumo said.

"You sit down and eat. I'll take care of this little thing." Mo seven Jue distressed her pressed in the dining chair, let her sit down to eat.

Then he went to get the medicine box and went to the living room to deal with it.

Tong jiumo looked at the figure he was dealing with by himself. She put down her chopsticks and walked over. She took the cotton swab in his hand and sat down beside him, carefully handling the blisters for him.

Mo seven Jue looks at her to sit down at one side, the face shows tense look, "is not let you eat?"

"I've been starving for days, not short of it." Tong jiumo didn't tie his hair. In the moment when he lowered his head, his soft hair fell.

Mo Qi Jue looked at the strands of hair, very good-looking, stretched out his hand to do not pass her ear, "foam, it's good to have you."

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