Mo Yesi looked at her dotingly and exited the kitchen with a smile.

After Qiao Mianmian married Mo Yesi, she rarely cooked by herself.

Although Mo Yesi said that he liked to eat the food she cooked, he rarely let her go to the kitchen. Usually, Qiao Mianmian was intriguing and would occasionally cook for him.

Whether it tastes good or not.

He would eat it all very well.

Qiao Mianmian is very good at making some home-cooked dishes. In less than half an hour, she prepared three dishes.

The porridge in the pot was just boiled.

She washed her hands, took off her apron, and asked a maid to take the dishes out.

"All done?" Mo Yesi sat in the living room and watched the current affairs news. When he saw her coming out of the kitchen, he immediately stood up.

"Well, it's ready. I fry one shrimp and the other two dishes are vegetarian. Come and see if you like it or not."

"I said that I like it as long as it is made by you." Mo Yesi walked to her side with his lips and reached over her waist.

The two walked towards the dining room together.

Qiao Mianmian's cooking skills are not very good, but it is also a medium-sized level among ordinary people. Several dishes seem to be full of colors, fragrance and flavor. Although they are not delicacies, in Mo Yesi's eyes, the rice cooked by his wife is not as good as any delicacies.

He eats delicacies every day and has become tired of it.

"It smells so good." He walked to the table and before he could start moving, he praised it with great relief, "It looks delicious. Just now I just want to drink some porridge and some side dishes. This midnight snack is so good to my appetite."

"You haven't eaten yet, you know you have an appetite for your taste." Qiao Mianmian sat down, took the chopsticks and picked up a shrimp in the porcelain-white bowl, and then greeted him, "Try it and see how it tastes like. I haven't cooked myself for a long time, and I don't know if my cooking skills have deteriorated."

"Okay." Mo Yesi sat down next to her and ate the shrimp she had picked.

"How is it?" Qiao Mianmian asked.

"Delicious." Mo Yesi commented very seriously, "The shrimps are fried very tender, and the umami flavor is retained, and the heat is well controlled."

"Really?" Qiao Mianmian was very happy to receive such high praise and evaluation from him, and his eyes lit up. "When I just fryed, I was afraid that it would be too dry, so that the taste would be bad."

"The taste is very suitable." Mo Yesi tasted another vegetarian dish and praised without hesitation, "This dish tastes good too."

"Then you eat more." For those who cook, the first thing that is to say is the affirmation of their cooking skills by the person who eats.

Especially Mo Yesi is still a very picky person.

Even if you know that his praise is mostly for the sake of face, who would be unhappy if you hear the good words?

Mo Yesi raised his eyes, his dark eyes were full of doting: "Okay. I will try my best to eat all the love suppers I cooked in my hard work."

*

After dinner, Qiao Mianmian took a shower and lay lazily on the bed.

A piece of it was slightly concave on her side, and a warm breath surrounded her from behind her. Her back was pressed against the man's strong chest, and a pair of equally warm arms were wrapped around her soft waist.

"Mo Yesi..." Qiao Mianmian's body stiffened.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything." The man's voice was low and sexy, and his thin lips pressed into her ear whispered, "I know you're going to get up early tomorrow, I just want to hug you."
Chapter completed!