My Little Mom is the Richest

"What?" Jun Mingyue hadn't settled down yet, so he couldn't figure it out when he listened to him asking like this. I looked up and wanted to ask, but I saw the eyes that were as quiet and deep as a deep pool on weekdays, but now it seems that the sweet spring water has been replaced with a fragrant and fragrant wine. People are drunk.

"Haha... if you don't say it, then I'll just do it at will!" The corner of the mouth once again evoked a smile that seemed to be like nothing, and added vegetables to her bowl casually but with the utmost gentleness.

He... seemed very happy. Although the emptiness of this laughter was elusive, Mingyue Jun felt that this seemingly non-existent smile was sincere, because it made her hear how hard it was for her to use it. The sound of the frost-built heart wall slowly cracking. With that crisp sound, something slowly crawled into his heart, and it was crisp and itchy where it made it, and I felt like my whole body was about to melt. I just wanted to slump in his arms like this.

"Quickly eat!" a nice voice urged.

Mingyue Jun recovered, staring into the bowl blankly, and slowly squeezed his eyebrows toward the middle. Why? Why are all green garlic and green bamboo shoots? ! Mingyue Jun thinks that he is a good feeder, whole grains, good and ugly, as long as he can eat all the people who come, except...green garlic and green bamboo shoots. These two things are the ingredients in today's dishes, so looking at the green garlic and lettuce in the bowl full of dangdang, Mingyue Jun can't help but wonder, is this Muqiu playing tricks on purpose?

"Is it delicious?" The nice voice sounded again.

"It's delicious!...It's delicious!" Mingyue Jun gritted his teeth, lowered his head and confessed his fate to stuff the green thing into his mouth, and continued to squeeze the two eyebrows into the middle. He shouldn't do it intentionally. After all, green bamboo shoots and green garlic are mostly used as ingredients in various dishes. She does not reject this. Just be careful not to eat them when eating. So far, even Ningran and Ningxiang don’t know. Can't eat these two dishes, let alone Mu Qiu? But why did he always feel that there was a faint joking feeling in what he said just now?

After the meal, Ningxiang came to the tea, Feng Xueyang took a sip elegantly, but saw that beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and then restored to the original shape, but said: "Beley! Yunying Biluo, Ziyu Guanyin, Leng Xiangshuying, Lanxue Yinzhen, and Taodu Yunwu brought back from Chaoyue, bring two boxes together! In addition, bring Moyu Zenfeng, Tianshou Zisha, Tianqing Ru Kiln, Huagai Peony, and Plum Inlaid Snow Bring all the porcelain tea sets."

"No!" Bailey took his orders. The two masters sat quietly, silent for a while, and the room was so quiet that almost everyone's breathing could be heard. After such a long time, everyone in the house gradually became cramped, except for the two culprits who were very comfortable. Feng Xueyang played with the lid of the cup leisurely, sliding over the edge of the cup one after another, making a crisp "Keng! Keng!" Mingyue Jun sits with his **** upright, his eyes and nose, his nose and heart, breathing evenly, just like entering a Ding old monk.

However, this is just appearance. What happened to Feng Xueyang and Mingyue Jun didn't know, but at least her mood at the moment was absolutely opposite to her expression. She knew how quiet she was on the surface, and how anxious she was in her heart, anxious about his previous anger, anxious about his strange attitude at the moment, and even more anxious about when he was willing to leave, and of course she was a little bit anxious about him. Complaining about the fine taste. After all, not everyone can drink the top teas. Most people drink tea just because they have a taste. Who cares about those poor and fine teas?