As soon as Uncle Zhong's voice fell, Feng Youyou walked in wearing a white dress and carrying a food box.

"Brother Chen, I'll give you the seafood porridge at home. I remember this is your favorite food."

Before she finished speaking, she saw Mu Ranran, who was in disheveled clothes and was stuck in Huo Sichen's arms, and the soft smile on her face froze.

This shameless woman was busy seducing their Huo Sichen early in the morning. Is she so sexy? Is she a vixen reincarnated?

Feng Youyou took a deep breath, not letting herself look at this bitch, and smiled at Huo Sichen with a sweet face.

"Brother Chen, come and eat, otherwise it will be cold in a while."

As he said that, he walked to the restaurant, picked up the bowl and served porridge for Huo Sichen.

Suddenly, I heard a cry of pain.

Huo Sichen put Mu Ranran down, walked over, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. I accidentally sprinkled some on the back of my hand when I served the porridge." Feng Youyou was very upset.

The servant at home brought a wet towel, and Feng Youyou wiped off the rice porridge on the back of his hand, revealing the scalded red and swollen back of his hand.

The servant exclaimed: "Miss Feng, your back of your hands is burned with blisters. Go and deal with it quickly, otherwise it will become suppurative and scars."

"There is no such exaggeration, it's just a minor injury." She looked at Huo Sichen apologetically: "Brother Chen, I'm so clumsy. But the porridge is still delicious, I promise. After all, this was made by me and the chef at home for a whole night."

Mu Ranran looked aside and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Don’t think she doesn’t know why Feng Youyou pretends to be pure and white?

Isn’t it just that I want to attract Huo Sichen’s attention and pity, and finally show my virtuousness and virtue, and compare her to a slap?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but poke Huo Sichen with his little eyes, and day by day, he would attract bees and butterflies.

Just as she was about to expose the true face of Feng Youyou's white lotus, Huo Sichen spoke.

"Since I know I'm clumsy, why do I still do this? My Huo family does not lack servants who serve porridge."

Feng Youyou's expression froze: "I...I just think it would be meaningful to give you the porridge I made myself."

"No." Huo Sichen glanced at the seafood porridge in the thermos pot, and his erect eyebrows frowned: "From the taste and color, it is much worse than Uncle Li's craftsmanship. Don't always do such thankless things in the future. It will not only affect others, but also be stupid."

pretty!

When Mu Ranran heard this, she couldn't help but give Huo Sichen a thumbs up.

She decided to ask her husband to stab him in the future.

The word "silly" after this is really shocking.

Feng Youyou's face had become extremely ugly, and she was almost embarrassed and cried out with a cry. Her eyes were red, and tears were hanging from the corners of her eyes that she couldn't fall off.

"I... I just thought about Mu... my sister-in-law doesn't go to the kitchen and wants you to drink some porridge that you make close to others, so I cook."

Feng Youyou looked at Huo Sichen pitifully, hoping to gain sympathy with this. After all, no man does not want his wife to be virtuous and kind.

Looking at Yancheng, who doesn’t know what kind of woman Mu Ranran is?

She just wanted to use her good deeds to highlight Mu Ranran's bad habits and make Huo Sichen regret not marrying her before.

Mu Ranran raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and he looked up at Feng Youyou.

The two of them had never had much contact before, but they really didn't expect that such a beautiful little girl would not have a good brain.

I didn't think about it. If Huo Sichen could let her go, he wouldn't marry her at all, nor would he hang himself on her crooked tree, and would never come down if he died.

In her opinion, such green tea and white lotus are simply weak!

Sure enough, Huo Sichen's face darkened: "Feng Youyou, are you cursing me?"

Feng Youyou was shocked and said quickly: "I don't have it! How could I curse you!"

"Since there isn't, why does my wife have to cook?" Huo Sichen's handsome face was calm and unhappy: "She just needs to be by my side pretty enough."

Just like now.

If Ranran hasn't become bold, it would be even better to always do those dangerous things.

"I will bring the best in this world to her."

Feng Youyou couldn't believe it. She had never thought that she would hear such words from Huo Sichen's mouth.

Mu Ranran was really afraid that Huo Sichen would bully Feng Youyou too ruthlessly, after all, she was still a little girl.

So he quickly made things happen: "Husband, don't blame me too much. Miss Feng is kind-hearted. I happened to be hungry, so let me drink this seafood porridge."

"No." Huo Sichen refused without hesitation.

Mu Ranran was stunned, a little unbelievable, and Huo Sichen actually rejected her.

Feng Youyou's face couldn't help but show a slight gleam of joy. She knew that Brother Chen was still reluctant to leave the breakfast she had prepared carefully. His refusal to Mu Ranran was the best proof of treasured her hard work.

At this time, Huo Sichen finally spoke again, saying, "You are so picky about food. The seafood porridge is not cooked enough and cannot enter your mouth."

Puchi-

Mu Ranran was no longer angry. If he hadn't had a little rationality, he would have almost burst out laughing.

What does it mean to stab a little expert? Her husband is so good at it.

The porridge that the girl finally cooked after working hard all night, and even burned her hands for this. What's the result?

He is so nice, not only does he not comfort him, but he also thinks he is stupid.

I don’t say it, but I also dislike it because the taste is not good enough.

Mu Ranran couldn't help but order a row of wax for Feng Youyou.

Seeing the little girl's angry look almost smoking on her head, she felt that she should be at least kind, and she said generously: "It doesn't matter. Even if it's not delicious, I will try my best to drink it. And I'm hungry now. Can Youyou?"

Feng Youyou's smile on her face was stiff. This was the porridge she had carefully cooked for a long time. She personally handled every seafood in it.

But with Huo Sichen's attention, she couldn't say anything to refuse, so she could only nod her head stiffly: "Yes."

"Youyou, you are so nice."

As he said that, he walked over, picked up the seafood porridge she had just served, and killed it in two bites.

Huo Sichen frowned: "If you don't like it, don't force yourself."

"It's okay. The porridge is not enough, and the seafood is a bit old, not fresh enough. Youyou strives to bring out the best work next time."

The wind is lingering "..."

If I hadn't wanted to play the role of Xiao Baihua in front of Huo Sichen, I would have been unable to help but rush up and tear Mu Ranran.

I've never seen such an annoying woman!

Huo Sichen turned his head to look at the woman who was pretending and full of spirit, filled with the scorching volcano-like eyes flashed with a love that was enough to make people drown.
Chapter completed!