Prisoner's wife's pet: European-style president's domineering love

"All right, all right, you're not to blame, I'm to blame!" Mu Xiaoyan didn't bother to make unnecessary excuses with him, so she simply took it all on herself.

"Let me go! I'm sorry to let you go!" A young man slowly came out of the kitchen with two pots in his hands.

He was walking fast, always keeping an eye on the two casserole pots in his hands.

The proprietress pulled the table mat in front of them so that the young man could put the pot on the table.

"There are still two more pots in a while." The young man asked when he turned his head.

Soon, the remaining two pots were brought over for them.

The proprietress looked at them apologetically: "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, please take it slowly."

"Auntie, it's okay, you can do your own thing." Mu Xiaoyan said politely.

After the proprietress left, Huangfu Xijue was still standing there, with a kind of anger condensed in his heart.

Mu Xiaoyan thanked him over her head and looked at him: "Brother, people have already brought you food, what else do you want to do?"

Mu Xiaoyan was very indignant when she saw this kind of person who was always angry at every turn. They are in business, and indeed they also sell services, but shouldn't people understand each other when they get along?

Huangfu Xijue had no choice but to sit down silently.

Alisa stared at the casserole in front of her with a curious face, and the hot air from inside drifted into her nostrils, making her stomach hungry.

"Be careful, it's very hot." Mu Xiaoyan took her bowl and chopsticks, stirred them with chopsticks, and kindly reminded them.

But other than her, the other three people are not very good at using chopsticks, and they are extremely unskilled in grasping chopsticks.

Rice noodles are difficult to pick up, and even if you can pick it up, there is no guarantee that you can eat it smoothly.

Alisa took the chopsticks and imitated Mu Xiaoyan and slowly stirred the casserole twice. She seldom used chopsticks, and she felt a little familiar when she picked them up, but it was still very difficult to grip them.

She tried several times but couldn't pick up the rice noodles from the pot. She finally picked it up and wanted to put it in her mouth, but before she opened her mouth, the rice noodles slipped out of her hand. .

The rice noodle soup was very hot, and it splashed on Alisa's hand in an instant. She was so hot that she let go of her hand, and the chopsticks fell from her hand with a "click", one fell on the table and the other It only fell on the skirt I bought newly.

Alyssa looked at the skirt on her body unwillingly, and at the rice noodles in the casserole in front of her that she hadn't even eaten, and yelled resentfully: "Xiaoyan..."

"Take your time, don't worry, you eat this first." Mu Xiaoyan pushed the rice noodle she put into a small bowl in front of Alisa.

Alisa was overjoyed, and before she was about to eat, she heard another "Pa-ta..."

The chopsticks of Frank next to him also fell, and fell directly into the rice noodle casserole.

Mu Xiaoyan turned her head and glanced at Frank, a kind of smile gradually crept up her cheeks, could it be that she wanted to give both of them a share?

Fortunately, Huangfu Xijue hasn't dropped his chopsticks yet.

Mu Xiaoyan shifted her gaze to Huangfu Xijue again. His rice noodles were being held up in the air, and his hands were clearly grasping them with great force. The chopsticks in front of him were getting bigger and bigger under his force...