After admitting her wrong husband, she climbed the wall overnight with her three treasures

Why can’t Grandpa Mo’s skills come back?

"What's wrong, Mommy, does it taste wrong?"

Seeing that something was wrong with Jiang Yi'an's expression, Xiao Zhou frowned and asked cautiously.

Jiang Yi'an pursed his lips and shook his head: "It's not that the taste is wrong, but..."

"I'll try it."

Seeing that Jiang Yi'an couldn't explain what was going on, Gu Qingze volunteered to pick up the thermos bucket in front of the boat and poured himself a glass.

The man was holding a porcelain bowl and just about to drink the chicken soup, a long, slender hand stretched out from the opposite position and snatched the porcelain bowl from his hand: "You can't drink it."

It took him four hours to prepare the chicken soup for Jiang Yi'an. How could it be said that an outsider like Gu Qingze drank it?

"Why can't I drink?"

Gu Qingze frowned and desperately grabbed the chicken soup towards himself.

Mo Beixiao also grabbed the other side of the bowl and refused to let go: "You can't drink."

"I know your grandpa made it, so what if I just taste it?"

Gu Qingze glanced at him inexplicably, and really couldn't understand why Mo Beixiao was so crazy: "An'an doesn't think it tastes good, why can't I try it for her?"

"No."

"Don't say that this soup belongs to An An if it is given to An An. Even Grandpa Mo, who cooked the chicken soup, wouldn't be reluctant to let me drink it if he saw that I wanted to drink it, right?"

The man looked at Mo Beixiao dissatisfied: "Why are you so angry?"

Gu Qingze was already a little unhappy because Mo Beixiao got the limelight when he recited names in front of Jiang Yi'an, but now Mo Beixiao ran up to him and refused to let him drink chicken soup.

Gu Qingze felt that he was really angry: "Unless you call your grandfather over today and ask the old man to tell me in person, I won't be allowed to drink this chicken soup."

"Otherwise, I will definitely drink the chicken soup today!"

As he spoke, he vigorously pulled the porcelain bowl of chicken soup towards himself.

Mo Beixiao narrowed his eyes at his excited expression, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

The man curled his lips, and when Gu Qingze used his greatest strength to grab the porcelain bowl...

He just let go and let the porcelain bowl be dragged away by Gu Qingze.

Because he didn't have the strength to hold on, the porcelain bowl turned over directly in the direction of Gu Qingze due to the effect of inertia.

The warm chicken soup instantly splashed all over Gu Qingze.

The moment the chicken soup was poured over, Xiaozhou immediately stretched out his arms to protect Mianmian in his arms.

That night, most of the chicken soup was spilled on Gu Qingze's body, and a small part was spilled on Xiao Zhou's body. Mianmian, who was protected by Xiao Zhou's arms, was unharmed.

"Mo Beixiao!"

After being poured into a drowned rat, Gu Qingze finally couldn't hold back his anger. While wiping the chicken soup on his face with a tissue, he glared angrily at Mo Beixiao's face: "Are you sick?"

"It's just chicken soup for one night. I just want to taste what it tastes like. What are you doing?"

Why is the president of Mo Group like a child?

Mo Beixiao glanced at him indifferently, leaned back, and glanced at Gu Qingze with an indifferent and lazy look: "Because I made this chicken soup with my own hands."

"I don't want you to drink it, so you can't drink it. Is there any problem?"

The man's words instantly silenced the atmosphere around the dining table.

Jiang Yi'an's eyes widened, he glanced at the chicken soup in front of him, and then at Mo Beixiao. He didn't know what to say for a moment.

This chicken soup... was made by Mo Beixiao himself?