Fast Transmigration: Raiders of that coquettish boss

Chapter 593 The Wife's Ugly Husband (52)

The little steamed bun that was in her mouth before she could eat it fell from Mingyu's mouth and hit the soup bowl in front of her, splashing the soup all over her body.

Zong'er hurriedly stepped forward to clean up for her.

Mingyu spoke with some difficulty: "Wu Shuang, are you still hungry?"

"Well, very hungry!"

Zong'er, who was cleaning Mingyu's clothes, turned his head and looked at Ye Wushuang with some strange eyes: "Zhengjun, do you feel unwell today, or did I go to get the brand and ask the imperial doctor to treat you? "

Zhengjun usually eats very little. He had just eaten a big bowl of noodles and a cake, and he was already shocked. But now Zhengjun actually said that he still wanted to eat!Zonger was a little worried now.

Ye Wushuang raised his head and gave him a cold look.

Zong'er was sweating profusely, and suddenly dared not speak.

"Then, then you can eat some more."

Mingyu was a little embarrassed, and smiled and invited the big stomach king in front of him to continue eating.

Ye Wushuang nodded seriously, and then turned his gaze to the two cakes that were almost the same size as the one just now.

"Just those two cakes!"

He pointed to the two cakes and motioned to the waiter to bring the cakes to him.

Mingyu swallowed hard: "Wushuang, why don't you eat something else? These two cakes are as big as the one just now!"

The implication is, you can't eat it, can you?
Ye Wushuang stared at the two cakes and said without looking back, "No, I like cakes." Especially if you made them yourself.

Mingyu: "..."

She watched helplessly as the waiter put the cake in front of Ye Wushuang, and then Ye Wushuang picked up a piece of chopsticks.

His expression was still abnormally calm, and he looked the same as before, but——

Mingyu suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of a possibility.

She hastily stopped Ye Wushuang who had already put the cake in mid-air and was about to put it into his mouth.

"Unparalleled!"

Ye Wushuang paused, turned his head to look at her, the light-colored glazed eyes stared at her for a moment, waiting for her to speak.

"You, you don't want others to eat what I made, so you force yourself to eat it?"

As soon as the chopsticks were loosened, the cake in mid-air landed on the blank space in front of Ye Wushuang with a "click", and a trace of panic flashed across his eyes. If Mingyu hadn't been staring at him, he would not have seen him flashing this moment. past expression.

"Really...really?!"

Ye Wushuang lowered his head, holding chopsticks and looking at the cake that fell in front of him without saying a word.

"Well, I promised to give the cooks in the kitchen a taste of the cake, so we can eat cakes without having to make them ourselves!"

What responded to her was a drooping black head.

Mingyu had no choice but to turn her head to let the onlookers go down.

When only herself and Ye Wushuang were left in the dining hall, Mingyu spoke again, and said in a very unscrupulous way: "But since you don't want others to eat my cooking, Wushuang, then we won't give it to you. Make it for you to eat alone."

The drooping head lifted up with a "swish", and a trace of disbelief flashed across the pale glass-like pupils.

Mingyu children's shoes saw that their darling was finally willing to raise their heads, and continued to make a strong promise: "Don't worry, we won't give this cake to others, and put it in the ice cellar until you want to eat it!"

"Ah."

Ye Wushuang nodded heavily.

Everyone was happy, Mingyu saw that Ye Wushuang was finally coaxed, and finally began to eat without any other distractions, but Ye Cake suddenly said, "Mother won't eat?"

Mingyu was stunned, and then realized that Ye Wushuang's possessiveness was really not that strong!
"No, no!"

After a long while, she spoke with some difficulty.

"it is good."

Someone is finally satisfied!

(End of this chapter)