After being reborn, he was taken home by President Mo

He finished everything, and Jiang Cuo Cuo didn't even get in his mouth.

"Whether he likes dessert or not has nothing to do with me, and I didn't make it for him."

Jiang Cuo wrongly told the truth, but the chef was apologetic when he heard it, "Mrs. Mo, I'm sorry, I was too talkative."

"Actually, as long as Mrs. Mo makes it with all her heart, President Mo will definitely like it!"

"..." Jiang Cuocuo didn't want to explain anymore, "You are busy with your own work, I will go and prepare."

Jiang Cuicuo is pretty good at making desserts. In the past two years, she was paralyzed at home with nothing to do, and she often made troubles.

After finding the materials, Jiang Cuo Cuo got busy.

As dusk fell, the life assistant came to greet her:

"Mrs. Mo, you and President Mo's meals are almost ready, so I'll leave first, and I'll arrange someone to come up later to clean up."

Jiang Cuo was surprised: "The food is ready, why don't you stay and eat together?"

The production assistant said politely: "President Mo likes to eat quietly, and he is not used to being disturbed."

"But the chef will stay here. If Mrs. Mo has other needs, just ask him directly."

There are so many problems, and I am afraid of being disturbed when I have a meal.

"You'd better stop running around, eat some together, and besides, my dessert is ready, you have to help taste it!" Jiang Cuocuo still stayed.

In addition to the reasons mentioned above, Jiang Cuo Cuo had another reason: she didn't want to sit at the same table with Mo Lixing for dinner alone.

But she still had a lot of unfinished pastries, and it was impossible for her to hide upstairs when Mo Lixing came back, so if there were more people present, she would feel less unnatural.

When Mo Lixing returned home, the chef was making the dinner and the assistant was making the pre-dinner arrangements.

Jiang Cuocuo was busy baking at the cooking counter, and Duoduo lay on her legs with her front paws, wagging her tail vigorously, trying to get some food.

Jiang Cuocuo teased it from time to time to make its tail wag more happily.

There will be food, cakes and milk, busy figures and lively puppies.

Inexplicably, Mo Lixing felt... warm and alive.

Mo Lixing hardly felt this way.

Before the accident, the parents were very busy and rarely ate at home. Even when they were at home, their respective assistants would report to work.

Even if they go back to the old house of the Mo family, the whole family will eat a meal in a well-behaved manner and quietly, and then go home separately.

He is used to being cold and distant, and also used to being serious and efficient. He never thought that his home could be so lively.

It's not the kind of noise that a group of people get together, but a psychological and comfortable kind of smoke and fire.

"President Mo!" The assistant greeted first.

"Supper is ready, you can use it after you wash your hands."

Mo Lixing gave a casual "hmm" and walked towards the cooking table.

Jiang Cuo knew that Mo Lixing was back, but she didn't want to say hello to him.

Pretending not to see him, Jiang Cuo put on thick gloves and opened the oven to get the baked cranberry biscuits.

"President Mo, I'm leaving first." The assistant over there greeted.

Didn't he say that he could stay and eat together? Jiang Cuocuo turned his head in a hurry and wanted to call him. The skin on his arm suddenly hurt, and he was accidentally burned by the oven!

"Hiss—" Jiang Cuo made a painful hiss.

"what happened?"

Mo Li walked over and grabbed her hand.

Jiang made a mistake and broke away, "It's okay."

"Let me see!" Mo Lixing grabbed it forcefully, and lowered his head to see that there was a small hot spot on the side above her wrist.

"It's all red, why are you so careless?"

"I'll get the medicine for Mrs. Mo!"

The life assistant also saw the situation here, and quickly brought the ointment.

Regardless of Jiang Cuo's awkwardness, Mo Lixing threw away her gloves and dragged her to sit down in the chair.

Then he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to apply medicine to her.

Jiang Cuocuo withdrew his hand: "I will do it myself."

Mo Lixing ignored her, unscrewed the ointment directly, grabbed her arm again, and gently rubbed the ointment on her.

The medicine was slightly cold, and Jiang Cuozuo frowned slightly.

"Pain?" Mo Lixing asked.

The two were very close, and when Mo Lixing spoke, his low and deep voice seemed to be right next to his ears, and Jiang Cuocuo could even feel his breath.

Jiang Cuocuo wanted to sit back, but Mo Lixing grabbed his wrist again, "Don't move!"

Jiang bit his lower lip by mistake, but didn't move any more, allowing him to apply the medicine.

A few minutes later, the medicine was finally applied. Jiang Cuo did not look at Mo Lixing, thanked him, and got up quickly.

Now the chef has helped her take out the biscuit, "Mrs. Mo, do you want to taste it now?"

Jiang Cuocuo hurriedly said: "Okay, you all have a taste! Then have dinner together!"

Hearing her greeting, the assistant didn't want to say goodbye, he and the chef both picked up a piece to taste.

"Wow, it's delicious. Mrs. Mo, your craft is really good! You must have learned it specially!" The assistant gave a genuine appreciation.

He originally thought that Jiang Cuo Cuo was half-baked, and he was doing it to pass the time when he was in the mood.

Didn't expect the taste to be so authentic.

After hearing this, the chef also picked up a piece to taste, and also praised it.

"Mrs. Mo, your cooking is really delicious! You can open a bakery!"

In this regard, Jiang Cuo Cuo is quite satisfied.

"President Mo, do you want to try a piece?"

The chef ate two yuan in a row, and found that President Mo's eyes didn't seem right, so he asked carefully.

Mo Lixing glanced and was about to speak, but Jiang Cuocuo said, "The biscuits are too sweet, didn't you say he doesn't like sweets?"

The chef remedied: "But I also said, as long as it is made by Mrs. Mo, President Mo will definitely like it!"

"Does Mr. Mo want to try my dessert?" Jiang asked wrongly.

Mo Lixing really doesn't like sweets.

But Jiang Cuocuo in front of him had a lot of flour on his body, even the tip of his nose was a little white, and he looked at him with twinkling eyes, as if it was sweeter than dessert.

Mo Lixing nodded his head.

Jiang Cuocuo immediately said: "Don't eat the biscuit, eat another one, it's not so sweet."

As he said that, Jiang Cuocuo quickly took a golden thing that looked like a small bread.

Mo Lixing felt that Jiang Cuocuo's enthusiasm was a bit too much, but facing her expectant eyes, he still stretched out his hand.

Pick it up and take a bite, the outer layer of the bread is slightly soft, and the sweetness is also suitable. Take another bite, and there is a candy heart inside the bread!

Something like cream flows into the mouth, and in an instant, the mouth is full of sweet and greasy cream.

"Is it delicious?" Jiang Cuocuo asked with his eyes wide open.

She did it on purpose!

She ate all her chicken popcorn last time, and she always remembered this grudge, so she deliberately picked the sweetest one for him-cream puffs.

Facing the excitement hidden in Jiang Cuo's eyes, Mo Lixing ate the whole puff without changing his face, and said softly, "It's not bad."

Jiang wrong?

Didn't the chef say that he never touches desserts and doesn't like sweets?

Why did he finish eating without changing his face?

She looked at the chef resentfully, but the chef had a clear look on his face, "I knew that as long as it was made by Mrs. Mo, President Mo would like it".

Jiang Cuocuo: "..."