Yu Siqiao has long disappeared, and Mo Shu had expected it and was not surprising at all.

After placing the dishes beautifully, Mo Shu walked towards Yu Siqiao's study.

Sure enough, Yu Siqiao was in the study, looking at the computer, looking frowning.

Mo Shu knocked on the door and said, "It's time to eat."

Yu Siqiao looked up at her, raised an eyebrow and said, "Is the kitchen still there?"

Mo Shu: "Haha!"

Yu Siqiao chuckled, put down the work in his hand and walked out.

As soon as I walked out the door, I smelled the aroma of the food from the restaurant.

Yu Siqiao was shocked, walked forward, saw the three dishes and one soup with all colors, fragrance and flavor, and looked around.

Mo Shu: "What are you looking at?"

"Did you invite someone to come and cook?"

Mo Shu was so angry that he beat him up, "I did it!"

Yu Siqiao was very suspicious.

Mo Shu went to bring the cooked rice and did it himself.

Seeing her posture, Yu Siqiao finally couldn't help but take a breath, reached out to pull her hand, and said, "Let me see."

Mo Shu is white and has tender skin. He has been a veritable arrogant and expensive person since childhood. No matter how housework is, it has nothing to do with her.

As for the style of raising princesses in the Mo family, Mo Shu only needs to be responsible for the romantic relationship.

Yu Siqiao never thought that Mo Shu would really cook for her, but she didn't expect that she not only did it, but also did it so exquisitely.

The white and tender palms are obviously red, which is very delicate.

Yu Siqiao was inexplicably moved and reached out to touch her palm.

'bite'

【Male protagonist's sense of happiness 1】

Mo Shu raised the corners of his lips, stopped, and said happily: "Try the midnight snack I made and try how it tastes."

She hasn't cooked for a long time, but she has been an orphan since she was a child. She didn't have the conditions to let her eat outside every day. Cooking is the most basic survival skill.

When she grew up, she also worked part-time in a high-end restaurant and often deals with kitchen masters. In addition, she has a unique talent, so she learned a lot of skills.

Mo Shu personally served Yu Siqiao and served a bowl for himself.

When the festival was over, I saw Yu Siqiao taking pictures and asked, "What are you doing?"

Yu Siqiao said seriously: "Leave some evidence first. If I am poisoned by you later, let people from my circle of friends come to save me."

Mo Shu smiled, ran towards him and said, "Then you have to tell others who made this rice!"

He grabbed his cell phone and pressed him on the chair.

Mo Shu folded his hand on his shoulder, posing in an arrogant position, and said, "Smile."

Yu Siqiao: "..."

Yu Siqiao had no expression on his face, and Mo Shu didn't mind. He lowered his lower body and put it on his face, and smiled brightly.

One is cold and one is hot, one is moving and one is still.

When Mo Shu saw this photo, he sat beside him and started typing happily, saying, "This seems to be our first selfie."

Yu Siqiao: "We took a lot of wedding photos."

A lot, a bunch of them.

I heard there are thousands of pictures.

Mo Shu didn't raise his head, nor did he know what he was writing. His smile became louder and louder, and he said, "How can this be the same? You were forced by your elders to take wedding photos, and it was not something we voluntarily."

Yu Siqiao Meifeng raised his head, leaned over and whispered: "Who said I was not voluntary?"
Chapter completed!