"What are you laughing at? Do you know that there were so many people there just now, tsk...it almost made them pregnant!"
"I'm fine." He coughed a few times, but still burst into smiles from time to time, and his black eyes narrowed with a smile, "It's not a big deal if you get pregnant, as long as you don't get a miscarriage. "
"Ah?" For a moment, Jiang Zimo was really frightened by his unreasonable behavior. It seemed that at this moment, she remembered that she was still a pregnant woman!
Her face turned red again and she turned away her head, "Oh, I forgot about this when I got excited. Well, we have almost bought all the things, so go back quickly!"
After saying that, Jiang Zimo was so embarrassed that he wanted to run away.
As a new mother, she herself felt that she was simply too irresponsible!
Regardless of whether he had already bought everything, Jiang Zimo wanted to run away with his head in his hands after finishing speaking!
Unfortunately, whatever she did now was very cute in Murong Qingzhen's eyes, and he couldn't help but smile. He had no choice but to quickly follow the little woman in front of him who was walking forward vigorously.
He is really looking forward to the braised prawns in the evening, haha.
At seven o'clock in the evening, in the Chengnan villa, braised prawns, braised chicken with mushrooms, stir-fried cabbage, hot and sour soup...
A simple three-course meal and one soup, three of which are all made by Murong Qingzhen.
After Jiang Zimo finished cooking the braised prawns, he washed his hands and sat at the dining table, watching Murong Qingqi take off his suit and put on an apron, ha... it really looked like that.
However, she immediately remembered that there was another man who once put on an apron to wash his hands and fry eggs for her. I wonder, is he okay now?
Seeing Jiang Zimo looking at him blankly, as if in a trance, Murong Qingzhen brought the last two bowls of rice to the table, then shook his head and said: "Don't always look at me with such salivating eyes, the food If it’s not on my face, I can’t eat it.”
Only then did Jiang Zimo realize that he was distracted again.
"Thank you for your hard work." After saying that, she sat down, picked up the chopsticks, and started tasting.
Murong Qingzhen sat down opposite her and looked a little nervous as he watched her taste it.
"...Does it taste good?" After a while, he asked inadvertently as if he was possessed by a demon.
As if she never thought he would ask, Jiang Zimo was stunned for a moment, raised her eyes, and showed a sweet smile, "It's delicious."
Murong Qingzhen raised his eyebrows proudly and made a scissor hand gesture towards her like a child. "Yes!!!"
"Silly!" Jiang Zimo rolled her eyes at him, handed the chopsticks to his hand, and said, "Try the braised prawns I made, hey, let's see who makes it better."
Murong Qingzhen barely hesitated, and immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Then it must be you who did well, you did well."
"Huh?" Jiang Zimo looked at him with some doubts, that shouldn't be the case, this person has never been so easy to give up.
"Because you did a good job, that's why!" He coughed twice to regain his composure, hiding the joy in his heart. Murong Qingzhen said with a smile: "In the future, when we get married, you can cook more for me when you have time. You Don’t worry, I’m a very easy-going person, I only need three dishes and one soup like this for every meal.”
Jiang Zimo suddenly realized that he had been fooled again!
"Fuck you! I don't want to be a cook for you!" Humph, she is a young and artistic woman. Do young and artistic women understand? How can any young and artistic woman be busy in the kitchen with a shovel?