The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Mo Yuan: "Miss said, I'll give you a full banquet."

It means that if it is made for you, no one will eat it if you don't eat it.

Thirty thousand understood, and his eyes widened in horror: "When did the young lady say that?"

He was pretty sure he was there the whole time and didn't miss a word.

Mo Yuan didn't say anything, she just understood.

Seeing her like this, San Wan suddenly stood up and was about to leave, not wanting to be grabbed on her shoulders before she took two steps.

He subconsciously grabbed the hand with his backhand, turned and clasped it with his elbow.

But he didn't want Mo Yuan to withdraw his hand faster, and a sweep under his feet made him fall to the ground.

"You..." 30,000 didn't expect this person to have such good hands, but only felt that his waist was about to break.

Mo Yuan: "Don't leave until you finish eating."

Thirty thousand blushed: "Who said I don't want to eat, can I find a food box to pack it and eat it slowly?"

Is he the type to waste food?

Mo Yuan pursed her lips: "I'm sorry."

With her attitude, 30,000 felt embarrassed, and blamed him for not saying it in advance.

He stood up holding his waist: "Then can I find the food box now?"

He really couldn't understand the fall just now, except that he felt the pain was more humiliating, and a woman couldn't win.

Mo Yuan glanced at Thirty Wan's waist, and the latter immediately put away her hands and stood up straight.

She was silent, turned around and took out a food box from the kitchen to help him put the dishes in silently.

Thirty thousand was flattered and stepped forward to help, occasionally taking a peek at Mo Yuan.

Under the setting sun, the woman's originally cold expression softened a bit.

He stared blankly for a while.

It wasn't until a food box came in front of him that 30,000 came back to his senses.

He took it uncomfortably, glanced at Mo Yuan, and stammered, "You, you've been busy all afternoon and haven't eaten yet, why don't you eat some too."

Mo Yuan didn't say a word, she turned around and wanted to leave.

"Just when you just made compensation for me." Thirty thousand hurriedly shouted to stop the person, and only after he finished speaking, he felt that this was a little strange.

But there is no way to take it back, so I can only bite the bullet and add: "I can't let you beat me in vain."

If other people in Mahjong were there, they would be surprised that 30,000, who had always been so tight on food, was beaten, and he had to share the food with that person.

If they knew, they should have done it long ago.

Mo Yuan felt guilty, walked back without saying a word, snatched the food box from Thirty Thousand, put the potatoes back in order, and sat down to eat.

Thirty thousand was stunned for a while, then recovered and sat down opposite her, just now he was obviously full, but he picked up chopsticks and ate together without realizing it.

Seeing which one of Mo Yuan's clips followed, Mo Yuan's cooking skills were already good, but he actually felt that it was better than what he had just eaten.

"Why don't you laugh." Thirty thousand had nothing to say.

Mo Yuan held the chopstick's hand for a while, and when 30,000 thought she would not answer, she said lightly, "You don't need to laugh when serving Miss."

Thirty thousand has a stumbling block in his heart, why does it sound like this person exists specifically to serve the young lady?

He suppressed the awkwardness in his heart and retorted: "Why don't you need it? You see that the young lady is happy every day, does she feel better about herself?"

Mo Yuan nodded, the most important thing is that the lady is happy.

"That's right, laughter is contagious. The more you smile when you are with the young lady, the young lady will feel better when she looks at it."

Mo Yuan pursed her lips, and the corners of her mouth tugged stiffly to both sides.

Thirty thousand:  …

It's not laughing, it's crying.

He licked his lips and put down his chopsticks to demonstrate himself: "The corners of the mouth should be raised like me, not pulled down."

Mo Yuan carefully observed his expression and tried to pull the corner of her lips again.

Thirty thousand was stunned, coughed dryly, and suddenly leaned forward...

Mo Yuan's face was cold, and she was about to shoot.

"Don't move." Thirty thousand stopped in time, reached out and pulled Mo Yuan's cheeks.

Pulling the corner of her mouth into an upward arc, she reluctantly released her hand, pretending to be calm and saying, "Just keep it like this."

The radian is there, but it is a little stiff.

Mo Yuan:  …

She held it for a while, made sure she remembered it, and then stood up expressionlessly, and said coldly, "You eat the rest by yourself. If you haven't finished eating, I will tell my uncle."

After speaking, he left without waiting for thirty thousand responses.

It wasn't until the person had been gone for a long time that 30,000 returned to his senses. He raised his hands and looked at it for a long time, then suddenly giggled.

During dinner, Shen Yijia looked at the chicken nuggets with potatoes that Song Jingchen personally brought, and felt a little distressed for those unborn eggs.

But she didn't want to blame the beautiful lady, and in order to show her respect for this innocent chicken that died in vain, she could only turn her grief and anger into food.

I didn't eat any chicken pieces, and even the soup was eaten with steamed potatoes.

As a result, she ate too much.

Song Jingchen listened to her sitting there screaming, "Ouch, oops", and she was both amused and angry.

Just now I told her not to eat if she couldn't eat it, but this person just didn't listen.

"I'm going to tell Mo Yuan to make you some Xiaoshi tea."

"No, no, I'll just lie down for a while." If it was known that she was suffering from gluttony, she would have to lose face.

Song Jingchen pursed his lips: "I told her that I ate too much."

Shen Yijia: "Well, that's fine."

After Song Jingchen left, he came back with a bowl of Xiaoshi tea.

Shen Yijia confirmed again: "No one knows it's me, right?"

Song Jingchen paused: "No."

Shen Yijia finished drinking with peace of mind.

She didn't know that everyone heard that Song Jingchen ate too much and would not believe it at all...

Seeing that Shen Yijia was about to lie down on the soft collapse after drinking the Xiaoshi tea, Song Jingchen hurriedly stopped: "Let's go out for a walk."

Shen Yijia rubbed her stomach with a face of resistance: "No."

When the King of Heaven is here, she will also lie down today.

After a cup of tea.

"Master, where are we going?" Shen Yijia thought she was walking around the house, but she didn't want Song Jingchen to drag her out of the house.

Thirty thousand and Mo Yuan followed behind.

"Go to the palace to get something." Song Jingchen cast a faint glance at thirty thousand after speaking.

Thirty thousand agitated: "Master, Nanfeng's stomach is a little uncomfortable, so let me replace him."

After speaking, she secretly glanced at the expressionless Mo Yuan.

Not only was Shen Yijia curious about what was in such a hurry to get it at night, but even Shangguan Han was shocked when he saw them coming.

Thought something was wrong.

But he didn't want to listen to Song Jingchen's unquestioning words: "Open your private library."

Shangguan Han breathed a sigh of relief: It turned out to be a robbery, but shouldn't this kind of thing be more like what a sister-in-law would do?

He secretly glanced at Shen Yijia and understood. It must be the sister-in-law's order, and the cousin came forward.

Shen Yijia rolled her eyes: as expected, the way of heaven is good for reincarnation. She let the beauty Xianggong take the blame twice in one day today, and she will return it now.

When Shangguan Han was in the East Palace, a room with too many treasures couldn't hold that.

Looking at this again, when I opened it, there was still a lot of dust accumulated inside. If it weren't for the big lock on the door, it would be fine to say that this was a utility room.