Daddy, Delivery of Mommy Has Arrived!

"Well, hasn't this been seen?"

An Ziqi smiled and raised her hand, touched his cheek comfortably, and then bent over to change shoes.

Xiao Moli pursed his lips, took her bag smoothly, and put it aside.

Seeing that she took off a shoe, stood on the ground with one foot, bent over to change shoes, and squatted down to change shoes for her.

An Ziqi looked at the person who was squatting in front of her, carefully changing her shoes, she only felt that the fatigue of the day had disappeared in an instant.

I couldn't help but raised his hand and touched his head. The hair between his fingers was black and soft, not as tough as this person usually shows.

Thinking of this world, only she could see his softness, every aspect of him, and I couldn't help but feel better.

He smiled and said, "It's still early, what do you want to eat at night? I'll do it for you."

"No, it's done." Xiao Moli squatted on the ground, lowered his head, changing her shoes, and replied vaguely.

After getting up, she pulled her and walked directly towards the restaurant.

There is a large table of food on the dining room table. Looking around, all of them are her favorite.

And it looks delicious and fresh, obviously not long after it was just made.

An Ziqi's eyes were bright, she couldn't wait to pick up her chopsticks, and put a slice of boiled pork into her mouth.

The hot scent burst into the mouth like a burst.

"How about? Do you like it?"

An Ziqi nodded, "It's okay, but it's a bit salty.

The pepper is produced in the wrong place, missing the unique flavor of Sichuan pepper. "

While commenting, his eyes dazzlingly picked up the saliva chicken on another plate.

"This sugar is a little bit too much, it's a bit sweeter."

However, having said that, his chopsticks did not stop at all.

I had a bulging belly, leaning on a chair and didn't bother to move, so I put down my chopsticks.

Satisfied, he said, "Well, although the chef's Sichuan cuisine is not very professional, he uses the wrong pepper, and the taste is much different from the professional Sichuan cuisine, but overall, it is still good, and he can make it more often in the future."

Xiao Moli's face was dark, "Is this a compliment?"

An Ziqi thought for a while, and said, "This level can't be praised, it's at best encouragement."

Xiao Moli's face was darker, and he replied in a dull voice, "Oh."

Standing up to tidy up the things on the table, An Ziqi helped put everything away in the kitchen.

Although she didn't mind cooking and washing dishes every day, Xiao Moli was especially concerned about it.

Occasionally cooking is fine, but she never washes the dishes.

Especially since she was in poor health in the first two years, she almost went out to hug her.

The servants will come at a fixed time every day to clean up the housework and then leave.

After the two had packed their things, Xiao Mo went to the study, and An Ziqi went upstairs to change clothes and wash her face.

Although today's makeup is very light, there is still a layer on the face.

Xiao Moli has always disliked her make-up. The reason is simple. He hates the smell of makeup when he kisses her.

Although the reason is rogue, An Ziqi doesn't like it herself.

After washing the mess of cosmetics on the face, after wiping the skin care products, I changed into a set of comfortable clothes.

Thinking of Xiao Moli, he ran downstairs to make a cup of tea and sent it to the study.

Pushing the door in, I saw Xiao Moli quickly tapping on the keyboard a few times, seeming to hide what she was doing.