My wife is not a demon

She straightened her chair and stared at her little daughter with a dark face: "Hurry up and eat, there is still so much homework to be done."

Chen Mu looked at the aggrieved Xiao Xuan'er, and said with a smile, "This is called worldly, because your brother works under my command, understand?"

Xiao Xuan'er shook her head, expressing that she didn't understand.

"You'll understand later."

Chen Mu blinked.

Seeing that Chen Mu successfully resolved the embarrassment and 'crisis', the beautiful woman was relieved.

I found my back was sweating.

But when she thought that she and Chen Mu had nothing to do with each other, she suddenly felt aggrieved, and even Chen Mu was annoyed.

He gave each other a hard look.

Chen Mu just felt baffled, and simply praised the other party's cooking skills:

"I have to say that my aunt's cooking skills are amazing. I think the cooks in those big restaurants are three points inferior to you."

"Oh, then catch Chen and tell me how good these dishes of mine are."

Meng Yanqing was in a dilemma, with a mischievous expression on his face.

Chen Mu choked for a moment.

It's a rare moment to see the other party's embarrassment and embarrassment, the smile in Meng Yanqing's eyes is even bigger, and the gloom in her heart has dissipated a lot.

Just when he was about to stop embarrassing the other party, the latter spoke up.

"I'm not just praising it indiscriminately, just take this dish as an example, the color is like a jade version of cat's head bamboo shoots, and the taste is as good as a hump oxtail, which is beyond the reach of ordinary cooks.

There is also this little shortbread, which tastes like chewing the moon when you are free. There are crisps and yee in it, and there are thousands of flavors. It is estimated that the cake made by the moon fairy is nothing more than this.

and also……"

Chen Mu talked eloquently for a long time, and everyone was taken aback.

It seems that under his description, in front of them is a table of delicacies that even gods rarely have the chance to taste.

Even Xiao Xuan'er, who didn't quite understand, swallowed her saliva.

Hastily put his head down and ate.

Meng Yanqing's cheeks were hot from the boast, her chest was soaring, and even the air was hot, she blushed and spat: "Okay, it's just an ordinary meal, it's not as exaggerated as you brag about."

"There is no exaggeration in every sentence from the heart."

Chen Mu looked serious.

Fearing that this guy's words would become more and more outrageous, Meng Yanqing quickly changed the subject: "It's a literary talent to praise people for their cooking skills. That song 'Ode to the Goose' was really written by you, right?"

"I said it, I wrote it."

Chen Mu resumed his joking tone.

For a moment, Meng Yanqing couldn't tell whether this guy was telling the truth or joking.

Xiao Xuan'er, who was burying her head in the food, suddenly said, "Brother Mu, our husband asked who wrote that poem."

"Oh, how did you answer that?"

Chen Mu asked.

Xiao Xuan'er wrinkled the tip of her pink nose, and said sullenly, "I said Brother Mu wrote it, but sir doesn't believe it."

Believe it or not.

If a headhunter can write that poem, what kind of headhunter should he be?

Besides, in Chen Mu's view, the transmigrator's copying of poems was too speechless.

It's okay if he has a cultural background, but if he has no culture and still forcibly copies poems to make a name for himself, then this person is absolutely brain-dead!

Anyway, he didn't intend to copy poems to become famous.

"Trust your teacher."

Chen Mu rubbed the little girl's head, raised his wine glass and said, "Come on, let's have a drink first, this glass of wine... is for Mu Xianger."

Everyone was stunned.

Xiao Xun's eyes turned to Chen Mu, who was not looking at her, so he raised his glass with a smile: "For Mu Xianger."

Zhang Awei came to his senses, raised his wine glass: "For Mu Xianger."

Recalling the girl's tragic experience, Meng Yanqing also sighed, and raised his wine glass with his slender hands: "For Mu Xianger."

"I wish her... a good journey."

Chen Mu drank it all in one gulp.

Double entendre.

Everyone drank the wine one after another.

The girl wiped away a tear that fell from the corner of her eye, and muttered to herself, "Thank you."

Chapter 51 The Husband's Mad Demon?

"Shh!"

The bamboo curtains were raised.

The bright morning light pierced through the window lattice and penetrated into Chen Mu's tightly closed eyelids, making his eyes glow red.

He subconsciously raised his hand to cover his forehead.

Squinting her eyes, she saw a girl in a green skirt standing beside the bed.

She was crossing her slender waist with her hands and staring at him: "Brother-in-law, the sun is about to dry your butt, why don't you get up?"

"What time is it now?"

Chen Mu yawned, lifted the quilt and sat up slowly, only to feel that there was a two-pound weight in his head, which was extremely uncomfortable.

I don't know how long I was drinking at Zhang Awei's house last night.