The maid who cooks at home is a real foreign aunt. Ji Mianmian sometimes really doesn't want to eat the food she cooks. How could she make such authentic dumplings, especially the dumpling fillings? How could a foreigner prepare the food? So delicious
There are also beautiful pleats on the dumplings, which look like they were made by very skilled people.
Ji Mianmian thought about it, and it seemed that only Mrs. Murong could make authentic dumplings in this family.
Mrs. Murong's eyes narrowed when she was little: "I haven't done it for several years, and I'm all rusty."
"What you cook is really delicious. It's really delicious."
Murong Mian took out a tissue and wiped the corners of Ji Mianmian's mouth, "Are you full?"
Ji Mianmian nodded: "Well, I'm full..."
Murong Mian held her hand and stood up, "Thank you madam for the supper. It's very late. You can go and rest."
Madam Murong nodded: "It's getting late, you should rest soon."
"Good night." Murong Mian took Ji Mianmian and left.
She felt it was not polite, so she turned around and said, "Madam, please go to bed quickly. We will go back first. Good night."
Madam Murong smiled and nodded: "Good night."
She watched the two people's backs disappear around the corner of the stairs, turned to look at the empty dishes and chopsticks, and the smile on her face became softer. The light from the crystal lamp above her head reflected on her face, dispelling the sadness from her body.
The maid came out and quickly cleared away the dishes.
Madam Murong said, "I'll do it."
The maid was stunned, a little confused, what happened to the lady, she actually had to wash the dishes herself
Mrs. Murong picked up the bowls and chopsticks and walked to the kitchen.
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After returning to the room, taking a shower, and lying on the bed, Ji Mianmian sighed comfortably.
She touched her belly and said, "Oh, I finally had a comfortable meal."
Murong Mian smiled and touched her hair. It was still a little wet, so he pulled her up and took a dry towel and wiped it slowly: "I will do it for you tomorrow."
Ji Mianmian said yes again and again. She suddenly thought and asked, "Why do I feel that there is something wrong between you and Mrs. Murong? Are you hiding something from me?"
Murong Mian paused slightly while wiping her hair and said with a smile, "You have a mother? Then tell me, why is there something wrong between the two of us?"
Ji Mianmian didn't notice the subtle changes in Murong Mian. She said, "I just can't explain it. Anyway, I feel that something is wrong sometimes. You seem to be particularly repulsive to Mrs. Murong, and she seems to want to get close to you."
Anyway, this was how she felt. She always felt that the way Mrs. Murong looked at Murong Mian reminded her of her mother who was thousands of miles away across the ocean.
Ji Mianmian sighed, she wanted to get married and missed her parents.
Murong Mian nodded her head: "Silly girl, of course I have to reject her. Although she saved me, my face is not what I just want to change. Moreover, I don't want to have too much contact with her. , a transaction is a transaction, there is no need to get involved too deeply.”
Ji Mianmian felt that Murong Mian was right. It seemed that they should not get too involved with Madam Murong.
Can…
"But Mrs. Murong treats you..."
Murong Mian wiped it for a while and felt that it was enough. She put down the towel and said, "I think she is missing her son deeply and wants to find someone to support her. After all, she has nothing now. If she doesn't find someone to support her, she may die soon." Broken down.”
"You are right. Madam Murong is really a pitiful person."
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