Her days recuperating in the Mo family were very leisurely, and she was not very used to this rhythm.

Now that I can go to the kitchen and make a bowl of noodles, I feel very good.

Xiaoduo helped her cut the tomatoes and get the eggs, and said with fear, "Sister An An, how about I do it?"

"I can do it, I really can." Ning An insisted on doing it by himself.

"Then please slow down."

Ning An doesn't move very quickly, but she can cook a bowl of noodles with this little bit of light.

"Sister An An, you are so good at cooking. I didn't know you could cook."

"Do I look spoiled?" Ning An joked.

"It's not that you are pampered. I always think you have a good temperament, unlike rough guys like us."

Ning An was brought back some memories by her words.

Her parents died early, and she grew up with her grandfather. She became sensible early and knew how to do many things. But her grandfather loved her, and their family's financial situation was good, so she did not suffer hardship until she married Song Shaoyan.

Song Shaoyan was very gentle to her in front of outsiders, but as soon as he got home he changed into a different person, making sarcastic remarks and having a bad attitude.

When she first married him, she thought that one day her enthusiasm would warm his heart.

But, his heart is made of stone, how can it be so warm?

She remembered that on his birthday, she cooked a table of dishes with her own hands, and every dish was cooked with her heart, but he did not come back that night. Later she found out that Gu Huiyin celebrated his birthday, and he was there on his birthday.

I was so drunk at the party that I didn't come back until early in the morning.

"Sister An'an, be careful when it's hot." Xiaoduo reminded.

Ning An took back his memory and smiled slightly.

She brought the noodles to Mo Xiu.

Mo Xiu's wheelchair stopped in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and his back was turned to her.

Ning An walked slowly: "Mr. Mo, the noodles are ready, but I don't know if they suit your taste."

Mo Xiu then moved his body and helped the wheelchair over.

He raised his head and looked into her eyes: "Can you see me?"

Ning An shook his head: "I can't see clearly, only the outline, everything is blurry."

"Then how do you cook this side?"

"It's based on feeling." Ning An smiled, "It's not my first time cooking noodles. I cook noodles almost every week..."

Ning'an paused.

She took back what she almost blurted out.

She cooks noodles for Little Candy almost every week.

When you are happy, you will get carried away and forget the taboos of Mo Xiu.

She touched the table and placed the noodle bowl on the table: "The noodles are very hot. You need to cool them down before you can eat them."

"I drank too much." Mo Xiu's thin lips slowly opened and closed, his eyes locked on Ning An's face, "Feed me."

Ning An looked uncomfortable: "Mr. Mo, I can't see."

"Then I'll feed you? Huh?" Mo Xiu's big hand hooked her wrist and pulled her hard into his arms.

The smell of male hormones hits your face, mixed with the strong aroma of wine.

Ning An couldn't stand firm and fell into his arms!

Her wrists were held by Mo Xiu. The more she struggled, the tighter he held her and she fell onto his chest.

Her face rubbed against the soft fabric of his shirt, her nose was filled with his scent, and when she raised her head, she hit his chin.

Mo Xiu imprisoned her in his arms, making her unable to move.

Although he is disabled, he is very strong. Compared with him, Ning An is like a rabbit with nowhere to escape.

"Mr. Mo, you respect yourself!" Ning An looked ugly and pushed him hard.

Mo Xiu pursed his thin lips tightly and clasped her wrist.
Chapter completed!