"Hey, how long are you going to lie there? Co out and eat." Just thinking about his wife, getting up early to make the dicinal al for this kid, Jiang Nuo got all jealous.
Hmph! Thanks to his wife, the brat not only got saved but also took advantage of her. It was just too much.
As it turned out, on the way back that day, Zhan Jingshu didn’t manage to hold on until they reached Jiang Nuo’s house. He passed out halfway. Mu Qiuniang had no choice but to step in and save him.
The process of saving him naturally involved stripping and close contact.
God knows Jiang Nuo is like an irritable lion, his wife is his no-touch zone. Anyone who dares to touch will spark his anger.
Even though he knew it was for dical reasons, Jiang Nuo felt uneasy.
Seeing a doctor is one thing, but holding hands is another.
I’m just that petty, so what?
Hmph!
"Prince Charming, are you here to wake up?" A Prince Charming alarm clock, how lucky am I. Zhan Jingshu ignored the sour expression on soone’s face and said.
He’s used to how much Prince Charming loves to get jealous.
Sigh... Looking back, the Prince Charming who hadn’t announced his marriage yet was so elegant and gentlemanly, just like a prince from a fairy tale, perfect enough to amaze anyone.
Yet now, so down-to-earth, afraid of his wife like any ordinary man, clearly a wife-slave Prince Charming, there’s no way not to love him.
"Hmph! I didn’t want to co; my wife asked to." If it weren’t to stop my wife from coming to get you herself, I wouldn’t have bothered.
After saying this, Jiang Nuo turned around and carefully closed the door.
A sharp-tongued but soft-hearted Prince Charming, too adorable! Zhan Jingshu chuckled secretly and sat up from the bed.
The silk pajamas he wore were initially made by the goddess for the Prince Charming. Although they were a bit big, just thinking that they were Prince Charming’s made him feel so happy.
Besides this pajama set, all his daily clothes were resized by the goddess from Prince Charming’s clothes.
The goddess not only cooks but also makes clothes, she’s even more capable than the rumors online, no wonder Prince Charming fell for her.
The goddess and Prince Charming are a perfect match.
After wearing the light gray Hanfu, and looking at the dark teal Hanfu Jiang Nuo was wearing, similar in style but different in color, he felt like he and Prince Charming were wearing brother outfits, overwhelmingly happy!
He secretly glanced at Jiang Nuo several tis.
"What are you looking at? Hurry up and eat! This is personally made by my wife." Jiang Nuo, full of resentnt, pushed the dicinal al in front of Zhan Jingshu.
If it weren’t for the fact that his wife said this dish was made specifically for the kid and that others eating it would not only not benefit but might have adverse effects, he would’ve secretly eaten it all.
No way would he be polite to this kid just because he’s "sick".
"Thank you, Prince Charming." Zhan Jingshu smiled broadly, and as a young Zhan Family mber, he was already showing impressive elegance and charm, with outstanding looks combined with his sunny smile, a perfect warm boy.
Jiang Nuo ignored him.
Zhan Jingshu didn’t mind, hugged the pot of dicinal food, and began eating.
Mmm... It’s just too delicious, simply heavenly!
He’s never had such delicious dicinal food in his life. If all dicinal als were this delicious, he would rather eat them forever and nothing else.
At this mont, Zhan Jingshu wished he could tell all the sticky rice fans worldwide that he’d just eaten the delicacies made by the God of Cooking from Prince Charming’s house.
All those braised chicken claws and stuff are trivial; this is the real gourt!
Lu Mingchen also ca early; you could say he ca specifically for Mu Qiuniang’s cooking to catch breakfast.
Besides him, Mu Bai, who frequently ca to mooch food, was also there.
"Aunt Grandmother, Uncle Grandfather, good morning!" As he entered, Mu Bai greeted the "elders" politely.
Only when Aunt Grandmother is satisfied can there be delicious food!
"Don’t you have a new show to catch? Why are you still in N City?" Jiang Nuo thought she should have taken the airplane and left this morning.
Mu Bai looked innocent, "I just took on a new drama in N City."
Could she say that she didn’t want to leave the city until the part of her Uncle Grandfather’s "Fa Hai He Doesn’t Get It" in N City was finished?
For Aunt Grandmother’s food, she was all in.
Therefore, no matter good or bad, the script brought by Lu Mingchen, the first she chose was the one in N City.
Lu Mingchen saw through her little sche and sarcastically said, "Foodie!"
"What’s wrong with being a foodie? I’m a foodie, but I’m Aunt Grandmother’s foodie. What about you? Which family are you from?" Usually when Mu Bai saw this agent, she would avoid him.
But this ti, for Aunt Grandmother’s food, she went all out.
Lu Mingchen: "..."
The power of food is great; even the little white rabbit is starting to bite!
No way Mu Bai is a little white rabbit. If you’ve mixed in that circle, who doesn’t know that the Capital City’s Mu family has a fearless madwoman who isn’t afraid of anything? Ignoring her is fine, but provoke her, and she’d bite your finger off.
Only later did she enter the entertainnt industry and llowed her temperant.
Later still, she t Mu Qiuniang, who took care of her harshly.
And then she t Lu Mingchen, who controlled her als.
Lu Mingchen himself wasn’t scary; the scary part was unintentionally offending him and finding out that even if he could make her famous, he wouldn’t want to.
To avoid "causing trouble," Mu Bai treated Lu Mingchen like seeing a cat and avoided him.
Mu Qiuniang’s breakfast was laid on the dining table; everyone ate with joy.
Jiang Nuo was still sowhat conflicted: He specifically bought the house in N City for his wife for them to enjoy a world for two, so why were there so many irrelevant people disturbing him?
Probably, the greatest happiness in life is being able to eat the most delicious food in the world at breakfast.
And the most painful thing is, just as you enjoy eating, the doorbell suddenly rings, interrupting your enjoynt.
"Who would be coming to our house at this ti?" Jiang Nuo was very displeased.
"I’ll get the door," Mu Qiuniang said.
"No, wait, I’ll go. What if it’s bad guys outside?"
Mu Qiuniang: "..." Your combat ability isn’t as high as mine, you’re more likely to encounter bad guys, aren’t you?
Besides, does she practice fake immortal cultivation, that even the Daoists can’t see through her spiritual power? The guys outside the door, especially the young man standing in the middle, are clearly shrouded in the sa harmonious Purple Energy as Zhan Jingshu.
"Who are you?" When Jiang Nuo opened a crack (because he was afraid it was paparazzi), he saw a sowhat familiar suit-wearing handso man outside the door, exuding a domineering aura, followed by a slew of bodyguards, and he was a bit confused.
Recently, had he offended anyone?
(Han Bingye: Excuse , even you know you’re prone to offending people, Prince Charming? Jiang Nuo: Shut up.)
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