His Wife Calls The Shots

Qiao Shiwan smiled openly: "This is the font of Ah Xian, it belongs to him."

Then, she looked at Qian Meng with ambiguous eyes: "Go back, don't let your brother wait in a hurry, he doesn't like eating alone."

"Are you not going?"

Qiao Shiwan smiled a little bit more shyly than before: "Your uncle has already prepared it for me, so I will go back to eat."

"Go hurry up, we will have to go to school after dinner. By the way, we are going to worship his grandmother today. After the worship, we have to go to the temple to pray for blessings. It will be delayed a little longer. Just eat first, don’t wait for us."

As soon as he approached the villa, Qian Mian smelled the scent of lure sauce.

The approximate condiments can be quickly identified.

There are carrots.

Walking in, she quickly saw shredded carrots in the noodles on the table.

Mixed with pasta sauce, it looks delicious.

Beside, Feng Xian was carefully wiping the tableware, her finger knuckles were slender, slightly skinny, and very beautiful.

"Wash your hands." He didn't look over.

Qian Mian didn't say a word, and silently went to wash his hands.

After sitting down, apart from the more shredded carrots on her plate than Fengxian, there was also an extra glass of milk on her plate.

"I don't want to drink milk now." She moved the milk to his hand.

The gas is sultry, but the milk is warm.

Feng Xian glanced at the glass of milk, "Do you think I can drink it?"

"Don't like to drink?" Qianmiao glanced at him. "You smell of milk, I thought you liked to drink."

The condyles of the sealing string are slightly convex, and the complexion is complex.

The next second, the glass of milk returned to Qian Miao's hand.

"I don't like to drink milk, and I don't have the smell of milk." He explained quietly.

Qian Miao looked at him, his mouth moved, and the next second, he said, "Forget it."

She didn't want to spend time explaining these trivial things.

With a fork in his hand, Feng Xian stirred up the noodles, but he did not pass it into his mouth for a long time.

The eyes deep as a pool of water, seemingly unintentional, looked at Qian Mi frequently.

She picked up a pinch of noodles, took a few shredded radishes, and ate them in her mouth.

Suddenly, she stopped chewing.

Perceiving her eyes, Feng Xian ate the noodles indifferently.

"It smells weird?" he asked lightly.

After eating that bite, Tang Qianxiang said casually: "It's okay, but I feel familiar. It tastes almost the same as the braised pork you ate at the temple that year."

Fengxian paused.

After a while, he said: "You still remember."

"Well, it's delicious."

"My grandma did it."

Qian Miao nodded without much surprise, because she already knew that Grandma Feng was a gourmet and loved her grandson, so it was not surprising to do it herself.

"I will do it too." he said.

Qianmiao responded casually, took out his phone, and clicked on the comics website.

Feng Xian saw that she had no reaction, and said, "Drink the milk."

"Don't drink."

"Eat this." He moved a plate of cut fruit to her.

Qian Mian was fine, reached out and took a slice of apple to eat, still staring at the phone screen.

Feng Xian said nothing, after eating two bites of noodles, he silently picked up the glass of milk and drank it.

When Qianmiao raised his eyes, the cup of milk had bottomed out, and the white milk was against the wall of the cup and slowly flowed to the bottom of the cup.

There was a little bit of interest in her eyes when she looked at him.

"You are quite arrogant."

Feng Xian was almost choked, and his calm eyes set off a wave of "repellent storm", "What?"

Qianmiao raised his eyebrows, and his slender fingers flicked on the empty milk cup twice, which was self-evident.

"It's done, it's hard work." She said, and got up.

Feng Xuan put down his fork, his face a little ugly.