Chapter 567 (1/2)

The dishes Zhang Xiao used to hold the dumplings all became empty dishes, while the people sitting in front of the table were filled with dumplings, even Muya's small bowl. Lu Yongchun also used chopsticks to clip Muya's bowl. He said, ”Muya, you are young, you have a small belly, and you can't eat so much. Aunt Lu helps you share.”

Poor little MUA was so young that she watched her aunt to be take some dumplings from her bowl.

See Mu Chen husband and wife come in, those people pick eat more fierce.

At the moment, brother Zhang Xiaoyi is eating dumplings, but he is not a big mouth. The full bowl, but in the blink of an eye, let him eliminate most of it. Seeing Mu Chen's black face, Mu Yi quickly picked up the bowl and protected it in front of him. While eating, he glanced at the black faced brother with defensive eyes.

Don't blame them for stealing food. These men are used to eating delicacies. They haven't eaten such snacks as dumplings for a long time. What's more, Zhang Xiao made them himself. Zhang Xiao once wanted to enter the catering industry. His cooking skills are excellent.

Her dumplings are not only shrimp dumplings, but also a variety of stuffing. The stuffing seems to be nothing special, but the dumplings made by her hands are better than others.

These people are addicted to it. They don't even need the ingredients of Jiao. They just use it to rob. Little Muya is so young that she knows how to rob herself a bowl. It can be seen how crazy they were at that time.

”No, no more.” Zhang Xiao came over and tried very hard to calm her surprise. However, facing the empty dishes, she still couldn't calm her surprise. She just made some snacks, and her man put forward what she wanted to eat. As a result Partial head, Zhang Xiao looks at the Mu Chen that black face comes over, smile: ”Mu Chen, tomorrow, tomorrow I do a bit more.”

In fact, she did a lot of things, but there were too many people who rubbed and robbed. No matter how much she did, it was not enough for these people to eat.

If she knew it would be the result, she should wait for mu Chen to enter the restaurant, and then go to bring out the dumplings.

Mu Chen pursed his lips tightly, and his gloomy black eyes looked around at the table and squeezed out his words: ”this is my wife's dinner for me. Even if you want to eat it, you can leave me a few taste!”

”Mu Chen, I am your mother, Xiao'er is my daughter-in-law, I ate a few, you do not mind?” Zhao Ziru still has half a bowl of dumplings left in her bowl, but she says she only eats a few. She also glares at her little son with her eyes. Her eyes are saying: smelly boy, I'm still your mother. Dare you say that I won't let my mother eat it? You can accept it!

In the face of the high lady turned into the mother of eating goods, no matter how angry Mu Chen was, he could not snatch it back from his mother's bowl. He had to knock out his teeth and swallow it in his mouth. He said stiffly, ”Mom, you can eat it.”