Chapter 652
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Mo Tinghui and Fei Xiaoyue look at each other. After they sit upright, they signal ling'er to open the door.
"Brother black, you're here, too." Shuirou'er walks into the room with a purple clay pot in her hand and looks at Mo Tinghui and says with a smile.
"Yes, my husband has just come back. Rou'er, what can I do for you?" Feixiaoyue smiles to shuirouer.
"Oh, well, I've been learning how to cook with the cook these days. I don't know if it's good. I'd like to ask my sister to taste it for me and see how the soup tastes." Shuirouer looks at Mo Tinghui shyly.
"Ha ha, rouer's dishes must be delicious." Fei Xiaoyue smiles awkwardly and thinks, there are so many people in this house, why do you have to send me to taste it? It's delicious or not. As long as you taste it, I'm afraid it will never end.
"I'm a little worried. Since big brother black is here, can you help me taste it?" Shuirouer looks at Mo Tinghui and says softly.
Mo Tinghui's face flashed a trace of displeasure. Shuirou'er's expression he saw more. The women in the harem all looked like this when they saw him. Originally, he would not have too much feeling for such an expression, but the expression appeared on shuirouer's body, which made him get goose bumps.
"Brother black, sister moon, have a try." Shuirouer doesn't seem to care about Mo Tinghui's expression. She puts the purple clay pot on the table and takes out the chopsticks from her arm.
"Brother black, would you like to taste this soup first?" Shuirouer brings the soup to Mo Tinghui.
Ink Ting Hui thick eyebrow tight Cu, stare at soup cool way: "thank you, I don't like soup."
Shuirouer's face changed a little, her hand trembled. Feixiaoyue saw that the soup in rouer's bowl shook and spilled a lot. She went to take it.
"Rou'er, my husband really doesn't like soup. Let me try it." Feixiaoyue reaches forward, and shuirouer hesitates to send it out. They make a mistake in their hands and pour the bowl on feixiaoyue.
"Ah..." Feixiaoyue's face changed greatly and she jumped to avoid.
Mo Tinghui's big hand stretched out and hugged Xiaoyue's waist, straight back.
Although everyone was quick, the soup was still splashed on his feet.
Mo Tinghui's face is blacker, and he is about to take off Fei Xiaoyue's embroidered shoes.
"It's OK. It's just a splash. It shouldn't get in the way." Fei Xiaoyue is embarrassed to see shuirouer on one side. Although her instep is very painful, she doesn't want to let Mo Tinghui see it.
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Mo Tinghui and Fei Xiaoyue look at each other. After they sit upright, they signal ling'er to open the door.
"Brother black, you're here, too." Shuirou'er walks into the room with a purple clay pot in her hand and looks at Mo Tinghui and says with a smile.
"Yes, my husband has just come back. Rou'er, what can I do for you?" Feixiaoyue smiles to shuirouer.
"Oh, well, I've been learning how to cook with the cook these days. I don't know if it's good. I'd like to ask my sister to taste it for me and see how the soup tastes." Shuirouer looks at Mo Tinghui shyly.
"Ha ha, rouer's dishes must be delicious." Fei Xiaoyue smiles awkwardly and thinks, there are so many people in this house, why do you have to send me to taste it? It's delicious or not. As long as you taste it, I'm afraid it will never end.
"I'm a little worried. Since big brother black is here, can you help me taste it?" Shuirouer looks at Mo Tinghui and says softly.
Mo Tinghui's face flashed a trace of displeasure. Shuirou'er's expression he saw more. The women in the harem all looked like this when they saw him. Originally, he would not have too much feeling for such an expression, but the expression appeared on shuirouer's body, which made him get goose bumps.
"Brother black, sister moon, have a try." Shuirouer doesn't seem to care about Mo Tinghui's expression. She puts the purple clay pot on the table and takes out the chopsticks from her arm.
"Brother black, would you like to taste this soup first?" Shuirouer brings the soup to Mo Tinghui.
Ink Ting Hui thick eyebrow tight Cu, stare at soup cool way: "thank you, I don't like soup."
Shuirouer's face changed a little, her hand trembled. Feixiaoyue saw that the soup in rouer's bowl shook and spilled a lot. She went to take it.
"Rou'er, my husband really doesn't like soup. Let me try it." Feixiaoyue reaches forward, and shuirouer hesitates to send it out. They make a mistake in their hands and pour the bowl on feixiaoyue.
"Ah..." Feixiaoyue's face changed greatly and she jumped to avoid.
Mo Tinghui's big hand stretched out and hugged Xiaoyue's waist, straight back.
Although everyone was quick, the soup was still splashed on his feet.
Mo Tinghui's face is blacker, and he is about to take off Fei Xiaoyue's embroidered shoes.
"It's OK. It's just a splash. It shouldn't get in the way." Fei Xiaoyue is embarrassed to see shuirouer on one side. Although her instep is very painful, she doesn't want to let Mo Tinghui see it.
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Mo Tinghui and Fei Xiaoyue look at each other. After they sit upright, they signal ling'er to open the door. "Brother black, you're here, too." Shuirou'er walks into the room with a purple clay pot in her hand and looks at Mo Tinghui and says with a smile. "Yes, my husband has just come back. Rou'er, what can I do for you?" Feixiaoyue smiles to shuirouer. "Oh, well, I've been learning how to cook with the cook these days. I don't know if it's good. I'd like to ask my sister to taste it for me and see how the soup tastes." Shuirouer looks at Mo Tinghui shyly. "Ha ha, rouer's dishes must be delicious." Fei Xiaoyue smiles awkwardly and thinks, there are so many people in this house, why do you have to send me to taste it? It's delicious or not. As long as you taste it, I'm afraid it will never end. "I'm a little worried. Since big brother black is here, can you help me taste it?" Shuirouer looks at Mo Tinghui and says softly. Mo Tinghui's face flashed a trace of displeasure. Shuirou'er's expression he saw more. The women in the harem all looked like this when they saw him. Originally, he would not have too much feeling for such an expression, but the expression appeared on shuirouer's body, which made him get goose bumps. "Brother black, sister moon, have a try." Shuirouer doesn't seem to care about Mo Tinghui's expression. She puts the purple clay pot on the table and takes out the chopsticks from her arm. "Brother black, would you like to taste this soup first?" Shuirouer brings the soup to Mo Tinghui. Ink Ting Hui thick eyebrow tight Cu, stare at soup cool way: "thank you, I don't like soup." Shuirouer's face changed a little, her hand trembled. Feixiaoyue saw that the soup in rouer's bowl shook and spilled a lot. She went to take it. "Rou'er, my husband really doesn't like soup. Let me try it." Feixiaoyue reaches forward, and shuirouer hesitates to send it out. They make a mistake in their hands and pour the bowl on feixiaoyue. "Ah..." Feixiaoyue's face changed greatly and she jumped to avoid. Mo Tinghui's big hand stretched out and hugged Xiaoyue's waist, straight back. Although everyone was quick, the soup was still splashed on his feet. Mo Tinghui's face is blacker, and he is about to take off Fei Xiaoyue's embroidered shoes. "It's OK. It's just a splash. It shouldn't get in the way." Fei Xiaoyue is embarrassed to see shuirouer on one side. Although her instep is very painful, she doesn't want to let Mo Tinghui see it. www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
