You pushed me, I pushed you, and neither of the last two went to rest. Gu Chengcheng wasn't that delicate, but Mu Nanfeng was nervous about her baby, and she wouldn't even touch water.
"Do you want to drink sweet or salty? It should have been light, but you must have no taste in your mouth when you are sick." Mu Nanfeng asked as if talking to himself. The complexion is very solemn.
Gu Chengcheng was sitting next to him. He moved her a chair, which was filled with cushions and blankets, making her move the crowd.
"I can do it, I'm not picky eaters." To have someone like Mu Nanfeng cook porridge for her, she can't even have time, and she can't be picky.
Gu Chengcheng's words were meaningless, but Mu Nanfeng paused after hearing it. After a while, he turned his face and asked seriously, "Tell me the truth, am I a picky eater?"
Holding a glass of boiling water in his hand, Gu Chengcheng just took a sip, when he heard the words, he almost spit it out. She used to complain about him silently in the past, but not now? So where did his conclusion come from
"Why do you say that?" Putting the water glass down, Gu Chengcheng asked him, "When did you become so self-aware?"
The last sentence was purely a joke, but Mu Nanfeng took it seriously: "It turned out to be true."
"Pfft..." Gu Chengcheng smiled again, covering her mouth, she laughed so much that her tears were about to flow out.
"No, I'm joking with you. You are a little picky, but picky eaters are fine. You're not a child anymore. I cook for you, and you never said that I'm not good at cooking."
Gu Chengcheng is serious, Mu Nanfeng has no reason to disbelieve, and he is willing to explain her words: "I don't know why, as long as you do it, I like it very much."
Recently, there have been too many casual or casual love words from Mu Nanfeng. Gu Chengcheng was shy once or twice, but he became accustomed to it after a long time, just like now.
"My cooking skills are not as good as my brother's. I can try to learn whatever you like to eat in the future."
A girl who is willing to wash her hands and make soup for you is the purest feeling, how can Mu Nanfeng be unhappy.
"You cook and I wash the dishes, just like before." She didn't respond to her words, but Mu Nanfeng said so, which is another kind of approval.
Before... Gu Chengcheng still remembers before, and she still remembers the heartbeat at that time to this day. At that time, the illusion she thought was eternal was not an illusion.
"Okay." She replied.
…
It was the first time for Mu Nanfeng to cook porridge, but his porridge cooking skills were not bad, at least not pasty. After all, Gu Chengcheng couldn't ask him too much, he was just a novice.
"Very good, I don't see that you have a talent for cooking porridge." With praise, Gu Chengcheng added two spoonfuls of icing sugar to it.
Mu Nanfeng's seriousness in the kitchen looks like he is negotiating, or negotiating with a major foreign client, so Gu Chengcheng is amused and moved by this sense of disobedience, and men also need praise. said.
Learning and applying it, she used it on this: "It looks delicious."
Sure enough, Mu Nanfeng was overjoyed, took a spoon to scoop a little bit, put it on his lips and let it cool before handing it to Gu Chengcheng: "Try it, does it taste okay? I added some shrimp in it, I don't know. Will it be fishy, should I put two more slices of ginger?"
No one had ever taught him this, but Mu Nanfeng, who had never been careful about cooking, actually understood this. Gu Chengcheng was a little surprised, and felt that his boyfriend had really grown.
"I'll have a drink and see." She took a sip. Because of the shrimp, there would be a little fishy smell, but he added peas to the porridge pot without a teacher, and it was actually very soft and glutinous.
"It's delicious." Gu Chengcheng was really surprised this time.
Her performance was too exaggerated, a little different from her usual appearance. Mu Nanfeng looked at her suspiciously and asked, "Really? Are you sure?"
Gu Chengcheng nodded sharply and said, "If you get bored of doing business in the future, go to study porridge instead! It's much better than frying an egg."
She was half-truth and half-truth, but Mu Nanfeng wanted to laugh at her, pinching the tender flesh on her cheek, and he said, "No matter how bad the Mu family is, it won't be so bad, not to mention that the porridge I cook is only for You drink alone, do you want others to have this benefit?"
These words... also meant something, Gu Chengcheng thought about it seriously, and then shook his head honestly.
"That's right." After kissing her on the forehead like a reward, Mu Nanfeng took out a small bowl of porridge and handed it to her: "Be good, go have some porridge."
"Oh~" Gu Chengcheng couldn't express the sweetness in her heart at the moment, she really wanted to act like an obedient little daughter-in-law, and said exactly what Mu Nanfeng said.
…
With Mu Nanfeng's meticulous care, Gu Chengcheng's illness this time was rare and not difficult to deal with. He had an infusion the night before, and he was punctured again the next day. On the third day, he couldn't get any fever, and Gu Chengcheng was also killed by Mu Nan. The wind order curbs not being allowed to go out.
Such domineering words and domineering control did not arouse Gu Chengcheng's disgust at all, just because she knew better than anyone whether Mu Nanfeng was good or bad to her. Besides, if he didn't really care about her, why should he treat her like this?
However, although he can't afford to burn, but Gu Chengcheng joined in a lot less fun because of his illness this time.
It will be the Spring Festival in just two days. These days are the best opportunity to buy New Year's goods. This time is the best time to go to the mall. All kinds of things are on sale. the taste of.
"Aunt Zhou has always been buying things for the Mu family's Spring Festival. When I'm completely healed tomorrow, let's go buy them?" Dragging Mu Nanfeng's hand, Gu Chengcheng was eager to try it.
At that time, Mu Nanfeng was flipping through a book, and he was not moved at all by the little girl: "Let Aunt Zhou buy it."
"Huh?" Gu Chengcheng didn't believe that he didn't agree to such a small request.
Inwardly suspicious, Gu Chengcheng stared at him with wide eyes, sure enough, Mu Nanfeng said in the next second, "I have already told my family in advance that I will not go back to Mu's house this Spring Festival, and neither should you. Famous Garden, I will accompany you, this year’s Spring Festival is just the two of us, as for the New Year’s goods you mentioned, of course we will go shopping and buy, but it is for our home, the home of Lushui Lily.”
Having said so much in one breath, Gu Chengcheng had a hard time digesting it, but after realizing it, he was a little confused...
Spring Festival... Only her and his Spring Festival, really.