Mo Jue stretched out his small hand, pointing murderously in the direction where Luo Yunxiao was leaving.
Muyan burst out laughing, "What boy? Little brat, you have no manners at all, this is my little uncle."
As he spoke, he patted his little butt.
Why is this Mo Jue like Qi Huang, he always likes to call his little uncle a good boy.
Lord Dijun never received the treatment of being slapped, his blue eyes suddenly widened.
Staring at Muyan from embarrassment, "You, don't be rude..."
Muyan saw him with a sullen face, puffed cheeks, trying to release the coercion, couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Why does Mo Jue look more and more like Di Ming Jue when he looks so angry and arrogant
She couldn't help but kissed that white and tender face, and said with a smile: "Am I being rude?"
Mo Jue's face turned red all of a sudden, but the aura all over his body was like a ball that had been punctured, leaking out.
"Anyway, I hate that little boy!" He gritted his teeth, "You can't get too close to him!"
Muyan laughed even more, "Why? Could it be because he is prettier than you?"
"Is he prettier than me?" Mo Jue was about to explode, "You, you said that it wasn't him you were thinking about just now!"
This gentleman's appearance is unparalleled in the world, just a little boy, how can he look better than this gentleman!
Jun Muyan, are you blind
Still want to climb the wall? ! ! !
Mo Jue's whole body is about to explode, if he is Di Ming Jue's body now.
You must knead this woman in your arms and punish her by tossing and turning severely.
Let her know who is the prettiest! !
When Muyan heard his angry accusation, she was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed out loud, "You think the person I just mentioned is the little uncle? How could it be? I haven't even seen the little uncle cooking. okay."
She was silent for a moment, the smile in her voice subsided, and all that was left was tenderness and longing with a touch of sadness, "I'm talking about my fiancé."
"When he was by my side, he would always cook a lot of delicacies for me. His cooking skills are very good. No matter how ordinary ingredients are in his hands, they will become delicious dishes. I am Born with no talent for cooking…”
"Later, I was forced to separate from him, and I have never seen him again, and I have never tasted that delicious food again."
Muyan's voice was soft and indifferent, but it was as if she was holding a rare treasure, caring for it gently, and recalling it carefully.
She didn't realize that following her narration, the anger on Mo Jue's face had already disappeared.
It was completely replaced by a burning feeling that seemed to overflow.
The hands beside him were tightly clenched into fists, and the veins were looming.
The long eyelashes drooped down, covering the turbulent distress and longing in the blue eyes.
"You want the reward for the first place in the Spirit Chef Competition, and I'll help you win it?"
The child's voice was clear and immature, but with an undeniable hoarseness.
Muyan regained her senses from her thoughts, and seeing Mo Jue's resolute expression, she couldn't help but burst out laughing again: "Forget it! With your small body, it doesn't matter whether you can hold a spatula !"
This time, Mo Jue didn't get angry anymore, but put his arms around her neck, and whispered in her ear: "No, as long as you want, I will give it to you."
Muyan's heart suddenly jumped.
At this moment, she actually had the illusion that Di Ming Jue was speaking in her ear.