Chapter 132: That pot of warm porridge

When Mu Wanqing saw Liu Qing's mouth wide open and her jaw about to drop in surprise, she couldn't help but feel a little proud, thinking to herself that getting up early in the morning to learn how to make porridge with her mother was indeed not in vain. It was almost.

Mu Wanqing thought about it all night, thinking about the various irreconcilable conflicts with Liu Qing, and also thinking about Liu Qing's words about divorce. Although every time she thought about Liu Qing's disgusting things, she couldn't help but think about them.

She gritted her teeth. However, when she thought of his almost domineering tenderness, care, and protection, she couldn't help but feel a sweet taste. Likewise, this kind of introspective and deep thinking also allowed her to find out who she was.

There are many shortcomings of a married woman. Let’s not mention the fear and worry about sex life. She has never washed her husband’s clothes once, cooked even one meal or a pot of soup. Every time I think of Yu Manshan talking about her like “showing off”

Her cooking skills always make her feel unconvinced and her cheeks get hot.

After thinking about it all night, Mu Wanqing also decided to start with herself. At least, her cooking skills should not be inferior to Yu Manshan's. Although due to Liu Qing's dissatisfaction and obstruction, the agreement between the two was not completely reached. However, the self-respecting and arrogant

If she can't even compare to Yu Manshan in the end, then how can she have the face to compete with others? She has to admit that even if Yu Manshan is a vixen, she is also an extremely outstanding vixen that is almost impeccable.

Mu Wanqing, who fully expected Liu Qing to at least give her a few compliments, was about to imitate the housewives on TV who warmly and sweetly called her husband for breakfast. However, when she saw Liu Qing's face suddenly turned serious, her expression was full of worry.

She looked at her mother: "Aunt Yun, Wan Qing didn't eat anything bad this morning, right?"

Aunt Yun and Mu Wanqing both looked at Liu Qing in surprise and confusion. Liu Qing looked melancholy and said, "I now suspect that Wan Qing suffered from temporary mental disorder due to excessive work pressure. But it's not very important, as long as

Just let the psychiatrist mediate it."

Mu Wanqing swallowed the warm words in her mouth immediately, and her face turned livid. She placed a pot of porridge heavily on the dining table. There was a sneer on the corner of her mouth, and she said harshly: "A certain pig who is late for work every day and plays games.

It’s time for breakfast.” After saying that, he picked up an empty bowl, scooped out a bowl, and placed it on the main dining table with a snap. His aggrieved and suffocating movements made him look like he had been abused by his host.

Like a little nanny.

Liu Qing really didn't expect that Mu Wanqing would come out to make breakfast so early in the morning? He was really startled by her, and he was just playing tricks on her as he always did, and he really made her angry.

Hearing this, he turned to look at Aunt Yun with a wry smile: "Aunt Yun, have we raised a pig recently? Or is it a pig that can go to work and play games?"

Aunt Yun looked at the young couple and couldn't help but smile.

"Yes, yes, today's pigs are really smart. Not only can they go to work, but they can also play games, and they can also hook up with their female bosses." I originally had a good idea this morning. I wanted to get along with Liu Qing for a while without quarreling.

Irony, try to discover his good points, don't always focus on his shortcomings. However, the warm and considerate young woman's crystal heart did not last for more than half an hour, and it collapsed under the chaos and disorder after his mental appearance.

Facing Liu Qing, as usual, my heart was filled with evil fire.

"Tsk, tsk, that's good. The little pig is really smart now. Not only can he be the president of a big company, but that's not all. Oh my god, the little pig can actually make breakfast~" Liu Qing's mouth twitched and he looked in surprise.

Look at Aunt Yun: "Aunt Yun, how on earth did you train a little pig to make breakfast? How could you do this? It's so surprising to me. This new technology you developed is not for the whole world.

Are all the chefs going to be laid off? Now that piglets can make breakfast, who would want to eat breakfast made by people?"

Mu Wanqing's bickering failed, her face turned pale with anger, and her whole body was shaking. She kept thinking, calm down, calm down. She just thought it was a hateful bastard pig that was snoring, snoring. Then she could barely control her emotions.

He did not move a whole pot of porridge upside down and placed it on his head.

Aunt Yun was so laughed that she covered her mouth and laughed so hard. It wasn't until she pinched herself that she finally stopped laughing. She rolled her eyes at Liu Qing and said, "You just love teasing Qing'er. Why don't you be happy?"

Go and eat, so as not to let down Qing'er's wishes."

Disappointed? Mu Wanqing sneered in her heart, and the hand holding the pot and spoon turned a little white. How could he be disappointed? He simply took out all his heart and threw it on the road, and stepped on it by the way.

Crushed hard. The virtuous young woman's state of mind that she had finally cultivated last night was also shattered by his casual finger.

"I just saw that the atmosphere was weird, so I deliberately made fun of it." Liu Qing chuckled and sat down at the main seat of the dining table. He picked up the chopsticks and spoon and swiped in the bowl of porridge. He lowered his head and sniffed, and praised: "This

The pot-preserved egg and lean meat porridge still has some flavor.”

Mu Wanqing's face softened a little as she said this, allowing her to regain some self-esteem and her mood improved a lot. She greeted warmly: "Mommy, why don't you come and eat too? After working hard for so long, try Qingqing

The porridge I cooked for you."

Aunt Yun sat over with a smile, glanced at Mu Wanqing, and said mockingly: "Why did you cook it specially for me? You know who you cooked it for. As for me, I just dipped some

It’s just light.”

"Brother, Sister Mu, hello Aunt Yun." Li Yuting also walked out of the kitchen, holding several plates of porridge and side dishes in her hands.

"Tingting, why did you go to the kitchen to help again?" Aunt Yun hurriedly got up, took it and put it on the table. She smiled and scolded: "You are still young. When you are growing up, you should have more in the morning.

Get some sleep."

"It's okay, Aunt Yun." Li Yuting chuckled, stuck out her tongue, and went to help Mu Wanqing serve the porridge again: "I'm used to helping out at home, so why don't you let me watch you busy with your work?

People feel uncomfortable when they are idle."

"Tingting is right, girls have to learn to do some housework and cook good food." Liu Qing continued: "Although I love Tingting, Aunt Yun, you can't spoil her too much.

. Otherwise, when you get married in the future, wouldn’t you be ridiculed if you are lazy and can’t do anything?”

"Liu Qing, you..." Aunt Yun hadn't spoken yet, but Mu Wanqing jumped out, pointed the pot spoon at Liu Qing angrily, and said with tears in her eyes: "You, you are criticizing Sang and Huai. You are too bullying.

Aren't I learning to do it? Also, why am I so lazy?" Liu Qing was wronged this time. He just expressed his opinion on Aunt Yun's doting on Tingting. He didn't even think about Mu Wanqing's head.

Go up.

Aunt Yun also looked at Liu Qing reproachfully. Now even Tingting was protecting Mu Wanqing, snorting softly: "Brother, how can you say that to Sister Mu? Sister Mu may have done it, the preserved eggs just now were all

She peeled it with her own hands, and cut the pork with her own hands. There was no part of the whole pot of porridge that asked Aunt Yun and I to help. Huh, if you say that to Sister Mu again, I, I will

Ignore you."

The three girls, young and old, all pointed at each other. Liu Qing smiled bitterly, raised his hands in surrender and explained: "I just made an unintentional mistake, and I definitely didn't mean to ridicule Wan Qing. I was just talking about Tingting's matter.

It’s just a matter of discussion. Besides, you yourself know that eating well and being lazy are not the same thing, so you know I’m definitely not talking about you.”

Seeing that the three women did not believe his explanation, none of them responded. Liu Qing had no choice but to shrug and said: "If you don't believe it, there's nothing I can do. I won't talk anymore. Let's just have some porridge, right?" After saying that, he lowered his head and drank the preserved egg.

Lean meat porridge.

Soon, he finished the bowl of porridge without even touching the side dishes. Mu Wanqing used a small bowl, which was not enough for him to eat. He handed the bowl to Mu Wanqing again: "Here are some more

Serve a bowl."

After spending several months together with Liu Qing's wolf-like eating appearance, the family has become accustomed to it. However, I didn't expect that he could eat so well while drinking the porridge Mu Wanqing cooked for the first time in his life.

If it's tasty, it's a bit incredible.

Mu Wanqing originally wanted to snort and say coolly that she could help herself if she wanted to drink. However, she saw that he was really enjoying the porridge, and at the end she stuck out her tongue and licked it at the corner of his mouth, looking like she was still unfinished.

There was an unspeakable sense of accomplishment, and most of the breath that he was holding was gone, and his heart felt soft. He rolled his eyes at him proudly, and served him another bowl. He thought of Aunt Yun often

The words spoken in her ear captured a man's stomach and even his heart. Mu Wanqing also didn't expect that she actually had a talent in this area.

Hula hula, Liu Qing finished the drink in one gulp, and held up the bowl for Mu Wanqing to serve again. Aunt Yun couldn't bear it any longer, and she frowned in confusion and asked, "Mr. Liu, Qing'er cooked the porridge."

How does it taste?" She had tasted it just now, and it tasted so good...

Hearing Aunt Yun's question, Mu Wanqing immediately glanced at Liu Qing. She pretended not to care yet, but her little hand was holding the pot and spoon firmly. If there was a sharp corner of her eye flashing from time to time,

, but it is full of the aura of watching eagerly.
Chapter completed!