Zhao Qingqing carefully placed the two bowls of noodles on the coffee table, which were steaming hot.
Mu Mu bent down and smelled it, "It smells so good."
She smiled and gave Zhao Qingqing's tomato braised noodles a thumbs up.
Holding the chopsticks, he eagerly picked up a noodle and took a bite. He nodded repeatedly, "Zhao Qingqing, your noodle cooking skills have improved. I can finally see your progress."
These words made Zhao Qingqing feel uncomfortable. With a mouthful of noodles in her mouth, she turned to look at Mu Mu with a frown and dissatisfaction, and shouted: "What do you mean I have finally made progress? How bad am I?"
His speech was slurred, and noodles and egg foam kept coming out of his mouth as he spoke.
It sprayed on Mu Mu's face.
"You're so disgusting." Mu Mu wiped his face with a tissue, glanced at Zhao Qingqing with disgust, held his noodle bowl in both hands, and moved it to the side.
Then he lowered his head and took big mouthfuls of noodles.
Zhao Qingqing looked at her actions, with a smirk on his lips. He picked up a piece of tomato from his own bowl and put it quickly into Mu Mu's bowl. "If you're being pretentious, that tomato is the one I just bitten."
Mu Mu frowned and looked at the tomatoes that Zhao Qingqing threw into her bowl, and also smiled wickedly. She took a ladle of noodle soup with a spoon and poured it into her bowl when Zhao Qingqing wasn't paying attention.
"Hey, let you taste my saliva too."
"Let you be bad, let you be pretentious." Zhao Qingqing was not to be outdone.
Mu Mu fought back again.
In this way, we came and went many times. Mu Mu suddenly picked up the bowl and poured all the noodles and soup in his own bowl into Zhao Qingqing's bowl.
Then he put down the bowl domineeringly, raised his chin, and looked at her triumphantly.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Zhao Qingqing said as he took out a chopstick noodle and ate it in big mouthfuls, not minding that there were countless sections that Mu Mu had bitten.
When Mu Mu saw Zhao Qingqing eating a lot, she bent over and stretched her neck, took out a chopstick and started eating.
The two bowls of noodles were combined into one bowl, which was quickly emptied by the two of them.
At the end, there was a little bit of soup left. Zhao Qingqing held the bowl and wanted to drink it, but Mu Mu refused to give it to her, "I want to drink it too, I'm not full yet."
Zhao Qingqing said: "I haven't eaten enough either."
Mu Mu released a hand and put it on his belly to touch, "I have your godson or goddaughter in my belly. Do you want them to starve?"
This was a fatal move. Zhao Qingqing let go of his hand and gave the noodle soup to Mu Mu, "For the sake of my godson and goddaughter, I give it to you."
Very open-minded.
After eating and drinking, it becomes another question who will clean up the dishes.
Zhao Qingqing said that she was responsible for cooking and not taking care of the dishes.
Mu Mu said that she was a pregnant woman and should let her go.
The two of them sat cross-legged on the sofa, neither giving way to the other.
There was a replay of "Du Lala's Promotion" on a certain TV station, just as Du Lala found out that her best friend and her boyfriend were secretly having an affair and were about to get married.
Many novels and TV series begin with this plot. The heroine comes back from a business trip. She walks in and sees women's clothes lying on the floor. Then she hears an ambiguous sound, and finally finds out that the two people on the bed are one of her most trusted best friends and the other is her.
Favorite man.
Seeing that his best friend kept explaining to Du Lala, Zhao Qingqing sighed, "Hey, fire prevention, theft prevention, and best friend protection."
"It's easy for a mistress to hide from her best friend." Mu Mu also sighed.
Zhao Qingqing looked at her and joked: "I'll try to seduce your second young master someday and see if I can seduce him."
The two of them each occupied a corner of the sofa, one arm resting on the backrest, facing each other.
