"Yeah! It's not hard!" She just helped carry a bowl of porridge, "Hurry up and eat!"
"Well," he wanted to pick up the spoon and eat, but his right hand was still receiving an IV drip, so the corners of Moson's mouth raised high.
"Little Pepper, I'm still injecting!" He motioned to Li Xiaomo to look at his right hand.
As soon as he raised his hand, the bright red blood was sucked back into the tube along the needle. Not only was the fluid unable to be transfused, but blood was drawn instead.
"Hey! Put your hand down quickly." Li Xiaomo hurriedly pulled down his raised hand so that the infusion could be normal.
Mo Sen looked at the nervous Li Xiaomo for a moment, and his heart felt as sweet as drinking honey.
"I'll feed you!" Li Xiaomo sighed helplessly, and picked up the bowl automatically.
"Yeah! It's delicious!" Mo Sen drank the porridge happily and looked at Li Xiaomo with burning eyes.
This little girl can be as tender as water when she's not arrogant!
Li Xiaomo gently scooped up a spoonful of fragrant porridge, and then dropped it into Mo Sen's mouth. This was just a simple process, but Mo Sen found this process extremely moving.
Those mouthfuls of warm porridge were like mouthfuls of sweet syrup, flowing down his throat and nourishing his heart!
What a happy feeling!
Mohsen really wished that this bowl of porridge was endless, so that he could enjoy this moment forever...
However, reality is reality. In less than ten minutes, the bottom of the big bowl was gone.
Mo Sen was still unsatisfied: "Little pepper, the porridge you made is so delicious. You can cook porridge for me again tonight!"
He wouldn't dare ask for anything else!
Because after what happened in the morning, Mo Sen found that this little pepper was not only delicious for making porridge, but other food was really unflattering.
"Are you satisfied with this porridge?" Li Xiaomo winked with a smile.
"Yes! You made it so delicious. This is the best porridge I have ever eaten!" Mo Sen smiled happily.
"Okay! As long as you like it! I'll ask Misha to continue cooking for you tonight!" Li Xiaomo also smiled sweetly at him.
"Misha? Why do you ask her to do it? I want to eat what you cook!" Mo Sen's smile froze, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.
"But, the delicious porridge you just praised was made by Misha! Since you like it, then continue to let her make it!"
Li Xiaomo blinked innocently, her long black eyelashes dancing playfully on her smart peach blossom eyes.
Mawson's mouth opened wide!
Damn Misha!
He thought the meal for lunch was made by Little Chili Pepper, which is why he praised it so hard! How did he know...
Woo hoo, when he took the first bite, he felt that the taste was different from last night! But why didn't he think that it was made by someone else?
He couldn't help but look at Li Xiaomo sadly: "Little pepper, didn't you just promise to help me make porridge? Why let others do it?"
He was misled! He even praised the delicious porridge!
Thinking about it now, he felt that the porridge was extremely unpalatable! It was even more unpalatable than the four dishes and one soup that Li Xiaomo made in the morning!
Li Xiaomo looked at Mo Sen's disgusted expression in a funny way. Did this kid deliberately want to eat what she made?
Humph! You know that even if he is sick, he can't change his devilish nature of wanting to slave her!
Li Xiaomo said deliberately: "I agreed! But you also know how bad my cooking skills are!"