Qiao Mianmian knew very well that Mo Yesi was a person who was soft but not hard. She had prepared a series of tender offensives.

The meal was served on the table.

Qiao Mianmian immediately picked up a shrimp and a piece of fish into the Moyesi bowl.

She put down her chopsticks, supported her jaw with her hands, and her black eyes were shining with a bright luster. She looked at him and said, "Husband, how do you taste it?"

"How is it, is it delicious?" Qiao Mianmian looked at him with bright eyes and asked with anticipation in her eyes.

She rarely cooks for Mo Yesi.

This seems to be the first time.

Moreover, she hasn't cooked for a long time and is not very confident in her current cooking skills.

Although she had tasted it, she thought it was pretty good.

But Mo Yesi's mouth that has only eaten dishes made by chefs since he was a child must be very picky.

He probably has no interest in ordinary home-cooked dishes.

"Well, it's delicious." Mo Yesi ate another piece of shrimp with great relief, and then gave the highest evaluation in his life, "This is the best of all the dishes I've ever eaten. Thank you for making such a delicious dinner for me."

Qiao Mianmian: "!!"

This is too shameful.

Even though he knew that this was just a sweet word to make her happy, Qiao Mianmian felt happy after hearing these words.

She grabbed some shrimp into his bowl and held her jaw and said with a smile: "Then you eat more. If you like it, I will make it for you a few more times in the future."

Mo Yesi smiled, the man's deep eyes were full of soft colors, and he also picked up vegetables into her bowl: "That's not possible. My wife's face and hands cannot be too irritated. Thank you for your hard work tonight, so you can eat more."

It’s not true that Qiao Mianmian doesn’t know how to talk sweetly.

She blinked, staring at the man beside her with a focused look, and said soft and sweet voice: "You like more than anything else. My husband is so good, it is worth doing anything for you. Besides, I am happy to be able to do something for you."

Mo Yesi pinched the chopsticks, narrowed his dark eyes, and a smile that made everything clear in his eyes.

He gently curled his thin lips, reached out and pinched her smiling little face, and asked a little funny: "Baby, you'll tell me directly if you have anything to do. There's no need to lay so many things."

Qiao Mianmian was stunned and blinked again.

Is her performance so obvious? She didn't say anything, so why was he noticed it?

She was a little puzzled: "How do you know I have something to tell you?"

Mo Yesi smiled deeper at the corner of his lips: "You are so obvious, how can I not know?"

"Where is it obvious?" This sentence made Qiao Mianmian even more puzzled.

"You are not so enthusiastic to me." Mo Yesi looked at her with wide eyes and looked confused, and couldn't help but gently pinch her nose, "You will only be like this when you have something to ask me."

"It turns out that I guessed it right?"

Qiao Mianmian: “…”

Well, she thinks she's just a normal behavior.

From this point of view, she is indeed not enthusiastic enough to Mo Yesi.

In fact, when she spoke up and shouted her husband's cry, Mo Yesi knew that she must have something to tell him.

Plus tonight's active cooking.

The intention is too obvious...
Chapter completed!