Mrs. Murong handed the chopsticks to them: "Try the three fresh stuffings to see if they taste good?"
Ji Mianmian was so greedy that her mouth was watering, and she nodded repeatedly: "Yeah, if I had known that there were dumplings at home, I wouldn't have eaten out."
Ji Mianmian picked up a dumpling and took a bite, "Wow... it's delicious. This dumpling is beautifully made and tastes even better. This is the most delicious thing I have ever eaten since I came here... Husband, hurry up." You eat too."
The dumplings were very hot and the filling inside was delicious. Ji Mianmian finished one of them while blowing on it three or two times.
Murong Mian saw Ji Mianmian's greedy look and said, "Be careful, don't burn it, no one will snatch it from you."
Mrs. Murong's face showed a smile she had not seen for a long time after Murong Zhihong's death, "I will eat slowly for you, don't be in a hurry, there is still a kitchen."
She looked at Ji Mianmian with eyes full of love.
Ji Mianmian felt that her stomach had finally eaten something that could be eaten. She ate three in one breath. Seeing that Murong Mian hadn't moved yet, she picked up one and brought it to his mouth: "Eat quickly, how about you?" Eat, I'll finish it in a while."
Murong Mian pinched her face and opened her mouth to bite the dumpling.
Ji Mianmian accidentally caught a glimpse of Mrs. Murong. She looked at the nervousness on Murongmian's face.
She was confused, why was she nervous about Murong Mian eating dumplings
After Murong Mian took a bite, Madam Murong asked cautiously: "Is it delicious?"
Murong Mian didn't say anything and chewed slowly. Ji Mianmian felt embarrassed and said quickly: "It's delicious, it's delicious... it's so delicious..."
Murong Mian swallowed the food in his mouth and said calmly: "Yeah."
A simple word made Mrs. Murong smile with joy, "As long as you like it, there's not enough for the kitchen."
Ji Mianmian was confused. Murong Mian just said one word to make Mrs. Murong so happy? She was so supportive just now and kept saying it was delicious, but I didn’t see how happy she was.
Ji Mianmian stopped eating dumplings and secretly observed Mrs. Murong. Sure enough, her eyes kept looking at Murong Mian.
Ji Mianmian bit her chopsticks. What was going on? Why did she dare to look at her husband.
Although she felt a little unhappy, Ji Mianmian was not a fool. The look in Mrs. Murong's eyes towards Murong Mian was clearly a sign of love, and it was definitely not a secret ulterior motive or conspiracy.
Ji Mianmian sighed secretly, forget it, this kind of love probably treated Murong Mian as her own son.
Her son is dead and her husband is also dead, which is pitiful enough, so she should stop thinking about it.
Suddenly the soft flesh on his face was pinched.
"What are you thinking about? Why don't you eat?"
Ji Mianmian raised his head and rubbed his face: "It's nothing. I just think these dumplings are so delicious that they taste better than anything you make."
"Really, then it seems I have to pick up my cooking skills when I go back, otherwise you will dislike me."
The two were talking and laughing, and Mrs. Murong felt bitter in her heart.
Ji Mianmian ate heartily and quickly finished the plate of dumplings. She felt her belly with satisfaction.
Murong Mian handed her a glass of lemonade, and she took it and took two sips.
Ji Mianmian asked: "Madam, this was not made by the maid, right? How could they make such authentic dumplings?"
Madam Murong smiled: "You can eat as long as you like. If you want to eat, there will be more tomorrow."
Ji Mianmian licked the corner of her mouth, and suddenly her mind moved, and she asked: "Well... isn't this... this wasn't done by you, right?"
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