Contract CEO: Peeping at his cute wife and being attacked

Mo Shi tightened his hand holding the kitchen knife, and Sen Han asked back, "The rooster lays eggs!"

An Xiaoyi immediately realized that she had said the wrong thing, she smirked twice, and then patted the man on the back affectionately, as if comforting a rooster with fried hair: "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to insult you , I'm praising you... If I take a photo of you like this and put it on the Internet, do you think it will become a hot topic on the Internet? He is a good man who must be at home!"

Mo Shi waved the kitchen knife as if he was about to cut off her little hand, but An Xiaoyi had been on guard for a long time, and dexterously dodged it, "Haha... I'm just kidding, the majestic 'Prosperous and Prosperous' CEO doesn't have such a guts None?"

The light in the kitchen was hazy and blurred, hitting the woman's smiling eyes, all of them were shining with that kind of joy. What Mo Shi likes most is this woman's smile, that kind of clean and pure, this is the fake sweetness. Laughter can't be compared.

Seeing the man staring at her blankly, An Xiaoyi's joking mood disappeared in an instant. She rubbed her hairy arms and asked carefully: "...you are not really angry, are you? I was wrong Isn't it okay?"

Well... She admitted that seeing Mo Shi prepare so many skirts behind her back, she got carried away with complacency.

Mo Shi withdrew his gaze, and said coldly: "It's good to know!"

After speaking, he turned around and continued to cut fresh beef...

An Xiaoyi stuck out her tongue, turned around and looked at the steaming pot again, the milky white soup inside was jumping happily, it turned out to be fragrant fish soup...

ah ah ah...

This is simply insane!

She wanted to pick up a spoon to taste it secretly, but just as she was about to poke her head over, there was a louder sound of a kitchen knife in her ear, which made An Xiaoyi shrink back in fear.

She even had an intuition that Emperor Mo really wanted to press her into the pot to stew now.

Walking around in the kitchen uneasily, An Xiaoyi glanced at the stove from time to time, not to mention, this kind of Moshi made her feel very warm, growing up so big, anyone who cooked for her, except her There are hardly a few of my little brothers.

Even her father only cooked noodles for her once, and her mother never cooked, either buying food or letting the servants do it.

After a while, the last stir-fried shrimp in the Moshi pot was ready.

An Xiaoyi was like a flying butterfly, busy serving out the dishes and helping to arrange the bowls and chopsticks.

Mo Shi went to the wine cellar and took out a bottle of ten-year-old wine. After opening it, he poured a glass for each of them. The red wine gave off an intoxicating fruity aroma, and the atmosphere suddenly became more affectionate. An Xiaoyi It even feels like coming home.

Not to mention, first of all, it is not how the taste of these dishes is, just looking at them is pleasing to the eye.

In addition to her favorite sweet and sour pork tenderloin, there are also milk fried three delicacies, green pepper shredded pork, Kung Pao chicken, and white and tender crucian carp soup...

"Wow - dinner is ready!"

For a senior foodie, there is nothing more important than eating.

What's more, she is now so hungry that her chest is pressed against her back.

Grabbing the chopsticks, he ran straight to the pink and white shrimp, picked it up and stuffed it into his mouth. Suddenly, there was a pain in the back of his hand, and the shrimp that was supposed to be in his mouth fell on the table and rolled around with a bang.

"Ah! What are you doing!" An Xiaoyi threw away his chopsticks in pain, kept blowing on the back of his hand, and looked at the man in front of him mournfully.

It's not fun to eat!

hateful!