Your mother is my wife

After making the noodles, Rong Yan wiped her hands and was about to bring it out when Liancheng Yazhi stopped her. it's too hot. Take two pairs of chopsticks and sit outside. I'll bring it out.

Rong Yan pursed her lips and smiled. She liked Liancheng Yazhi's subtle concern, and she also enjoyed this kind of warmth.

Rong Yan nodded. okay. Then be careful. Don't burn yourself.

rong yan cut up a few small cucumbers with butterfly sauce and pickled bamboo shoots, which were all the kinds of salted vegetables that she often ate at home.

When she carried it out, Liancheng Yazhi had already placed the noodles on the table.

Liancheng Yazhi took the plate from her hand and put it down. He pulled out the chair for her. don't be busy. Sit down and eat. Didn't you say that you've been working hard and that you don't like me for not letting you eat? "

Rong Yan's face turned red and she glared at him fiercely."Shut up. You're not allowed to eat if you keep talking."