"I like the roast chicken here, it's super delicious." Mu Nuan said while eating.
"How about I learn from the kitchen chef here and cook for you every day?" Sheng Mouri suddenly thought. This idea seems to be a good one. She has always cooked for him, and he has never cooked for her.
Pass.
Mu Nuan swallowed, tore off a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, "You definitely won't be able to learn it. Roasting chicken is easy, but making it so delicious will be difficult."
"Is it so difficult?" Saint Mourinho wondered. Isn't it just roasting the chicken?
"Don't think that just roasting it is enough. The craftsmanship in the middle shouldn't be that easy, otherwise there would be roast chicken restaurants like this in City B." Mu Nuan said seriously. Last time I chatted with the proprietress, she said that she was the only one in City B.
This one has this kind of flavor, it’s their family’s ancestral secret recipe.
Saint Murui smiled and said nothing, so he should learn more.
Otherwise, she would be very depressed if she couldn't eat it if she went to other places. When she wanted to eat it, he could cook it for her himself.
Mu Nuan ate three pieces of fried chicken in one go, and Sheng Mu Rui was dumbfounded. She had a really big appetite recently, and she couldn't eat so much normally.
"It's so delicious. Let's pack two and take them back!" Mu Nuan wiped the oil on her fingers and said with a smile. She especially liked the taste, it was so fragrant...
Shengmo Rui asked the waiter to pack two fried chickens, and then took Mu Nuan to check out.
After returning home, Mu Nuan held the photo album and looked over it. They had brought back their wedding photos today, and every one of them was very beautiful.
"Why are you looking at it again?" Sheng Mourui, who came out of the bath, hugged her waist from behind and asked lovingly. She got the wedding photos today and she couldn't put them down and looked at them.
"It looks good." Mu Nuan replied without raising her head. They would be separated in two days. When she thought of this, she felt depressed again.
Shengmo Rui took away the photo album in her hand, picked her up and walked towards the big bed, "I'm right next to you, see if I'm not better."
Mu Nuan held his face with both hands, her eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile, "Well, let me look at you."
She wants to remember him deeply in her mind, and she wants to see him more, because she may never see him again.
"Honey, I feel like you've been acting weird these past two days?" How could Saint Mourinho not feel the changes in her.
"I don't know why. Do you think I have pre-marital anxiety disorder?" Mu Nuan said with a pretended look of distress.
Shengmo Rui reached out and flicked her forehead, "Does marrying me make you worried?"
"No, it's just that I might get married suddenly, so I feel a little stressed!" Mu Nuan leaned into his arms and smiled bitterly. She actually didn't feel any pressure at all now.
"I have everything, eh?" Shengmo Rui patted her back to comfort her.
Mu Nuan nodded heavily, her eyes were a little sore, then she reached out to press down the lamp, turned around and pounced on him.
Shengmouri was surprised that she took the initiative again. She had been very proactive in the past few nights and was very clingy. She was even more impatient than him.
The next day, at the breakfast table.
"Mu Rui, I won't go to the company today. I want to rest at home." Mu Nuan felt very tired today and didn't want to move at all, otherwise she would definitely go to the company with him.
"I'll stay with you at home." Seeing her listless look, Sheng Mourui was worried about leaving her at home.
Mu Tong looked at them and said, "Mu Rui, go to work. I'm at home too. We'll be fine."