Feng Nai didn't think so much this time.
It's just that after listening to his brother's words, he simply doesn't want to leave someone alone.
The one who hesitated was Mo Bei.
Looking at the man's slightly bent waist and leaning head.
The hair is so fine that it makes one want to reach out and touch it.
After Mo Bei restrained such thoughts, he hooked the apron and put it on Feng Nai's neck.
But in that way, it is inevitable that the distance between the two people will be very close.
Feng Nai didn't expect to be so close. When he raised his eyes, his forehead touched Mo Bei's, and his breaths matched each other, and even his breath was filled with the breath of the other party.
It's a meal for two.
Then, Feng Nai smiled, which was somewhat seductive. It seems that wearing an apron will happen more often in the future.
After all, Mo Bei was calm. After ignoring the half-missed heartbeat just now, Qingjun pulled away with a face.
I don't know when it started.
Something was starting to get out of her hands.
Mo Bei knew that this was not a good sign.
Time to stop.
She told herself she couldn't go on like this.
Mo Bei looked away, most of his thoughts were on adjusting the sauce.
It has been like this from the beginning.
In addition to playing games, cooking can also make her emotionally stable.
The white sugar soy milk with sesame paste, after stirring, will have a better aroma.
Such a familiar smell really calmed Mo Bei's heart a lot.
Three people, two big and one small, eating shabu-shabu around the hot pot, the more they eat, the more delicious it is.
The broth is the bottom, and there is no such thing as spicy red oil.
There are about six or seven dishes, large and small, on the table.
After putting Mobei's special sesame sauce in the porcelain white bowl, take a chopstick from the stock pot and add a few drops of chili oil to the mutton, and the mouth will be full of fragrance. When it reaches the root of the tongue, the sauce still has a slight aftertaste, so delicious that people can't wait to pick up the second chopsticks immediately.
In the past, Feng Nai would dislike the smell of mutton, but today he ate more than anyone else.
Nailin was sweating a lot.
The trendy little Liu Hai is a little out of shape because of the sweat on his forehead from eating, but it doesn't affect his cuteness at all.
Mo Bei originally thought that they would not be able to finish the three bags of mutton, but later found that she seemed to have underestimated the fighting power of the big and small, and added some vegetables and noodles into the broth.
If anything has changed.
In the past, when First Young Master Feng came, it was Mo Bei who asked him to wash the dishes.
Now Young Master Feng has automatically cleaned up the table.
It's just that the cleanliness has not improved in the slightest, and they have to wear a pair of transparent gloves.
It was the first time Mo Bei saw someone washing the dishes as if they were shooting posters.
Under the slightly rolled shirt sleeves is the well-defined forearm.
Probably this person has such an aura.
Stand there, even while washing the dishes.
They are all handsome like stars in a movie.
No wonder his fans call him Tearman Man.
The so-called Tearman Man, as the name suggests, is a man who tore out a comic book and walked out of it.
Mo Bei realized that his attention was on a certain great god again, and his eyes darkened.
In addition, Xiao Nailin didn't know what was going on this time, so she didn't want to stay overnight. After dinner, she obediently let the driver pick her up.
In this way, once again, only she and Feng Nai were left in the room.
It was nothing before, but now, Mo Bei raised his eyes and glanced at the man's side face...
(end of this chapter)