Chapter 37 (1/2)

She makes three dishes and one soup, which is a very simple home style dish. It doesn't look good. It's not as neatly arranged as in the hotel, but it tastes good.

Mo Xiu Chen chews the dish in the mouth, the facial expression indifference Dynasty temperature Yi Yi saw one eye, the voice is clear, ”you don't eat?”

”I've had it before.”

”Well.” Mo Xiuchen glanced at her and didn't speak any more.

The man is eating quietly. In the living room, except for the sound of chopsticks touching the plate, there is no other sound.

Wen Yiyi stood there, watching him eat a mouthful, unavoidably embarrassed.

She pursed her lower lip, stepped to the sofa, sat down and turned on the TV with the remote control.

Her black eyes were staring at the LCD TV. She seemed to be watching it seriously, but she didn't see anything. Her ears were full of the sound from the dining table.

She heard him put down his chopsticks and then rise from his chair.

Wen Yiyi and Yu Guang glanced over there and saw a man with a bowl coming into the kitchen. In a short time, the sound of running water came from inside.

Wen Yiyi blinked, put down the remote control and trotted over.

He stood in front of the sink, washing dishes, long fingers holding the dishcloth, in the bowl full of oil stains.

The dim light sprinkled on him, with an indescribable taste.

”Pretty?” He didn't know when he found the man at the door and asked in a cool voice.