novelraw Chapter 1795
Chapter 1795
An Yimo makes a face behind him, and then says, "if you don't speak, I'll take it as your promise?"
Say, the hands of an Yimo have been put on his shoulder, and knead and pinch in a regular way.
Pinch for a while, see he has no response, ANN with Mo lie on his shoulder to ask, "how? Do you feel comfortable? "
"Reluctantly." Gong MINGYE gives a very pertinent answer.
An Yimo grinned behind him. She seldom gave him a massage. He said reluctantly, shouldn't it be very comfortable?!
She said in a soft voice, "husband, are you hungry? Shall I cook for you? "
"You want to cook?" Gong Ming night finally gave her a look.
"Yes." An Yimo nodded, "you see, all along, most of the cooking is done by you. I'm sorry. So I want to cook you a meal while I have time this weekend. "
Gongming night seemed to be in a bit of interest, "which dish are you going to cook?"
"... noodles." When an Yimo answered, he almost bit his tongue. He knew it.
Gong Ming night looks at her with a sure look.
An Yimo said angrily, "do you want to eat or not? Don't eat. "
"Eat." It's rare that she would like to do it once. Naturally, he can't disprove her interest. He added, "remember to do more." It's better to cook a few pots. He can eat several meals.
"I see."
Ann went to the kitchen to cook happily.
Gong Ming night looked at her left back, lips rippled with a gentle smile.
She is attentive to give him a massage, but also called his husband, if there is no medicine in the gourd, he would not believe it.
ANN in the kitchen to do happy, quickly pulled out noodles, and then add a variety of spices.
From a bowl of noodles soup, into a bowl of turbid, almost do not recognize what the product.
An Yimo smelled the smell and nodded with satisfaction. The taste was strong enough.
Then she added the last material, and determined that she could not smell the last material, she returned to the room of Gongming night with the bowl in her hand.
"Honey, I've cooked the noodles." An Yimo said and brought the noodles to him, saying, "don't be busy with your work, come and taste my craft."
From afar, Gong Ming could smell this strange smell in the night. At this time, when he saw the finished product again, his lips twitched inadvertently.
An Yimo put the chopsticks into his hand and said, "have a taste of my newly developed formula?"
Gong Ming night gave her a faint glance.
Ann Yimo blinked, her eyes were sincere enough.
She thought in her heart: Gong MINGYE must have thought that she was cooking to get revenge, so that she could make such a bowl of "colorful" noodles.
However, even if the finished product she made was so bad, she knew him well, he would eat it all.
As everyone knows, she is specially to cover up the smell of the last ingredient.
An Yimo said with a smile, "it's the first time that I try to put seasoning in noodles. I don't know how it tastes. Please try it quickly."
Gong Ming night picked up a wisp of noodles, ready to put it into his mouth. Suddenly, he smelled something strange on the noodles from a close distance. He paused and didn't eat.
"Do you dislike my cooking?" An Yimo curled his mouth, deliberately wiped the non-existent tears on his face, and complained, "I'm so sad, I can't coax you well."