Exclusive Property: Mr. Mu’s Favorite

He tried his best to get porridge. He didn't appreciate it, but he ordered the take-out. The original Ye Qiao was a bit sloppy, but now he listened to Ji Mo and said that he would personally invite her to eat. Her little disappointment was immediately replaced by surprise. .

"This is what you said, a word is fixed!"

"A word is fixed!" Ji Mo opened the takeaway bag, took out the same food and put it on the table. "I don't know what you like to eat. I ordered a few dishes in the store. You tasted it." Look...hey..." He suddenly bent down and smelled the dishes on the table. "Strange, how can it smell?"

Ye Qiao sucked her nose, and she smelled the air in addition to the fragrant porridge, and there was a bit of a scorching smell. The eyes swept over the dishes on the table. She suddenly reacted and shouted into the kitchen.

"Oh, my porridge!"

In the kitchen, the paste is more intense, Ye Qiao quickly turns off the fire, stirs the porridge in the pot with a spoon, and only gets angry and wrinkles into a ball.

The first time in my life, I fell short of the last moment, which was really a blow.

"I lost it!"

She reached for the pot.

"It's okay!" Ji Mo took two small bowls from the cupboard, took the spoon in her hand, and stirred it in the pot. "It doesn't matter, it's just a little bit of it, you can eat it."

He said that he had already presented two bowls of porridge and held it in his hand.

"You take the cutlery and the drawer on the left."

Ye Qiao took out the cutlery and followed it out. "Can you really eat it? Isn't it said that it will cause cancer?"

"It doesn't matter once or twice." Ji Mo took over the cutlery in her hand, "Sit! ”

When they were seated separately, Ji Mo smiled and pushed the dishes on the table to her. He took the porridge bowl and put it up with a spoon. He gently sent it to his mouth.

Looking at the opposite side, Ye Qiao looked at him nervously. He swallowed the porridge and licked his lips.

"I haven’t had a cup of porridge for a long time. It’s really delicious!”

"Don't you suffer?"

"How come!" Ji Moyang slammed his chin. "Eat, these are all prepared for you."

Ready for her?

Ye Qiao glanced at the three or four dishes on the table. "These are all for me?"

"You are a guest. There is no reason to cook. I can't just let you drink porridge."

Ye Qiao listened to his ear, and his heart rose to sweetness.

This guy thought that he didn't want to drink her porridge. It turned out to be for her.

Yep!

Counting him sensible, not her mother Joe personally cook.

Ye Qiao grabbed the chopsticks. "That person is welcome!"

"Everyone is so familiar, you don't have to be polite, eat more!" Ji Mo pushed the dishes on her table. "This napkin actually has a dish, but it is not suitable for take-out, you have to eat in the store." It’s good..."

"Yes, then..." Ye Qiao picked up a piece of food on the plate. "Next time, I will ask you."

"You are a friend of Xiaofei, how can I ask you, please, please."

......

The two chatted while talking and laughing. Ji Mo had already eaten a bowl of porridge without knowing it. Ye Qiao took his bowl and gave him a bowl. He just handed the bowl to him and the door was already Ringing.

"You sit." Ji Mo got up and opened the door in the past. He saw two women standing outside the door, and the smile on his face immediately caught up. "Who are you looking for?"

Two women standing outside the door, a middle-aged, a young, the clothes on the body are very gorgeous, but the face is angry.