Super sweet: The sister of the beautiful president conspired against me

"Ho Ho Ho! Σ(д|||)"

"Mom! How do you know that!"

"How do you know I'm gaining weight!"

Ning Feixue slightly opened her small cherry mouth, staring at Lin Zhilan with wide eyes.

Of course she knew that she had gained weight, but she was just curious how her mother knew.

Jiang Chen and Ning Yu on the side looked at Xuexue with shocked expressions.

I was even more curious.

What did these two people say in secret, which completely shocked Xuexue.

I really want to know!
I'm curious!

Lin Zhilan showed a sly smile.

"Xuexue, I am your mother."

"Raising you for so many years."

"You just put on a little weight, and mom knows it too."

"Didn't I pinch your waist just now?"

"What do you think I'm doing?"

"I'm pinching your flesh to see if you've gained weight."

Ning Feixue's small mouth was so pouted that she could hang up the oil bottle.

"(`~) Mom, you are so bad!"

"He deliberately saw if I was gaining weight!"

"Xuexue, am I still bad?"

"I take your face into consideration and call you to my side."

"I told you quietly."

What Lin Zhilan said was the truth.

She was indeed taking Xuexue's face into consideration, so she whispered to her.

In fact, it's nothing for Xuexue to gain weight, on the contrary, it's a good thing.

How good is the meat.

And Xiao Chen probably already knew about it.

The only thing I don't know now is the child's father.

However, it is still difficult for girls to gain weight.

How do you say it in front of everyone?

This is a secret among girls, and Lin Zhilan is well aware of the truth behind it.

Naturally, Ning Feixue said quietly.

"Hmph, mom is bad anyway! (o`εo)"

"Hmph, Xuexue, I didn't see it."

"Being together with Xiaochen for a few months, I have gained weight."

"You used to be at home, but you never grew meat."

"Is it because mom's cooking is not delicious?"

Ning Feixue nodded her head.

"That's for sure, Mom."

"You don't really think that cooking is delicious, do you?"

According to Ning Feixue's taste.

Lin Zhilan's cooking is actually delicious.

At least she can eat a bowl of rice.

But, compared with Xiaochenchen's cooking, it's really far worse.

It can't be said that there is one sky and one underground, it is also the difference between cloud and mud.

"Ok?"

"Xuexue, what did you say?"

Ning Feixue suddenly felt the air around her turn cold.

Seeing her mother's face, she became extremely cold.

Good guy! Σ(д|||)
I haven't lived with my mother for a long time, and I forgot that I can't say such things.

Mom is also a senior foodie and cooking enthusiast.

It can't be said that she cooks badly!

Although her cooking is not difficult to eat.

"Mom, I am your cook. The food is really delicious."

"You just misheard."

Ning Feixue quickly made amends.

"Humph, that's about the same."

Lin Zhilan's face softened, but her heart was still full of anger.

(`~)
The hateful little Xuexue even spoke ill of her mother.

Say I don't cook well.

It’s delicious when you order takeout every day, right?

Originally, I came to your house today and wanted to cook a big meal for Xiaochen and you.

snort!Mom is not doing it today!
Let me see what you eat today!
Like to order takeout, right?

I'll just sit here and watch you order takeaway to entertain your parents.

I'd like to see what takeaway food can make my little Xuexue fat.

(o'εo)
Time flies by.

It's already 11:30 noon.

Lin Zhilan sat beside Ning Yu, watching TV.

Ning Feixue went back to Jiang Chen's side again, playing with his big hand.

Lin Zhilan saw that the time had come.

She started to implement the plan.

"Xuexue, it's noon, where is your kitchen?"

"I'll cook you a big meal."

Ning Feixue and Jiang Chen were taken aback at the same time.

Then speak successively.

"No need, Mom."

"No need, Mom."

"You are a guest, how can I let you cook?"

Two people say the same thing, but express different meanings.

The reason why Ning Feixue didn't let her mother cook.

It's because, if she doesn't eat the food cooked by Xiao Chenchen for a day, she feels uncomfortable all over.

If I let my mother cook, it's not that I can't eat.

How can this happen?
As for Jiang Chen, he simply didn't want to bother his mother-in-law. After all, he was a guest, so how could he let him cook?
The corners of Lin Zhilan's lips rose.

Huh, the plan was successfully implemented.

The two kids still make sense.

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