Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"..."

Xiang Qing paused awkwardly in place.

After a long while, he turned his head stiffly, smiled a few times at Li Xiangan, "Yes, yeah..."

"Hey, I happen to be hungry too!"

When Li Xian saw Xiang Qing, he was as happy as a two-hundred-jin baby, jumping and running over.

Hugging her affectionately, and looking expectantly at the food box in her hand, her eyes lighted, "It smells so good~! No way, I can't wait to go back to the hospital. Let's find one in this imperial garden. Eat at the pavilion!"

"what……"

Xiang Qing frowned hesitantly.

However, the food box in his hand was quickly snatched by his husband, who even took her to a gazebo somewhere.

Just after sitting down, he opened it eagerly, and took out the discs of waist.

"Qing'er's craftsmanship is really getting better...Ah, it's so fragrant!"

He looked extremely hungry, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and started eating happily.

Xiang Qing felt a little uncomfortable.

The dishes are the same every day...Where does the craftsmanship grow?

Thinking about it, she bit her lip suddenly, stretched out her hand directly, and grabbed Li Xian's job.

"My husband, before eating... I have something to ask you, and you must answer truthfully!"

Xiang Qing took a deep breath, then squinted her eyes tightly, and shouted in a low voice, "Are you trying to eat these dishes by yourself?"

"……what?"

Li Xian was blindfolded, "No, how could it?"

How could he barely eat the dishes Qinger cooked!

"But, but..."

Xiang Qing murmured, her voice getting lower and lower, "But every day is the same, and it's all this...this kind of dish that will make you very embarrassed..."

Shameful dish?

Li Xian was stunned, and subconsciously cast his eyes down to look at the round waist.

As if he was aware of something, a light flashed across his eyes.

Laughing helplessly, he couldn't help standing up and turning to Xiang Qing.

Squatting down gently, gently holding her hands that are uneasy and clasping the skirt.

"Qing'er, don't think too much, okay?"

He curled his lips together and hummed softly, "No matter what kind of dish you cook, I can't expect it in time. How can I get tired of it?"

"But……"

Xiang Qing slightly opened her somewhat entangled eyes, glanced at those waists, and squinted her cheeks, "But those dishes...you know..."

"I know, of course I know."

Li Xian laughed low and down, just stood up, hugged the flustered person into his arms, and comforted him, "You want a child, I know...but it's not in a hurry."

He couldn't see the envious look in her eyes when she listened to the little sister's children calling her aunt.

I don't know why, not only did she cook him various kidney dishes, she also squinted to find Mingyue, prescribed a lot of tonics and secretly took it.

He feels distressed, but he is not willing to pierce her little secrets.

Otherwise, it will collapse immediately.

This is the last thing he wants to see.

"I know I can't be anxious...but, but I'm just anxious, I can't help it..."

Listening to Li Xian's comfort, Xiang Qing was even more at a loss, squeezing her head in her husband's arms, almost out of breath.

The man was so frightened that he let go of her quickly, turned to leaning, took up the tearful cheek, and kissed softly again and again.

This allowed her to gradually relax.