"No, An An likes her aunt the most. As long as it is made by her aunt, An An will love to eat it."
After she finished speaking, she saw that the corners of her aunt's mouth had deepened, and she immediately leaned in for a sweet kiss.
"Mommy is right, women are most beautiful in the kitchen. Auntie, you are so beautiful!"
Mu Zhao turned around and looked at her chubby little face, "Little bastard, your mommy has taught you a lot."
Gu Cian stuck out his scarlet tongue and was still thinking about what to say. He accidentally saw Gu Rufeng at the door of the kitchen, and his little eyes suddenly felt a little sad.
A four-year-old child can¡¯t tell the difference between good and bad, but it¡¯s true that he can look at his face.
At this time, she felt that her second uncle was very sad.
She secretly tugged on the corner of Mu Zhao's clothes and whispered, "Auntie, the second uncle seems to be crying. His eyes are very red."
Mu Zhao raised his head and followed Gu Cian's gaze, but what he saw was Gu Rufeng's back turning the wheelchair and leaving.
She didn¡¯t see the so-called redness in his eyes, but she felt that the man under the halo looked proud and ruthless even though he was sitting in a wheelchair.
"Aren't you and Mr. Gu completely divorced?" Nan Huan said casually. The dumplings she made were very beautiful and she also chopped the fillings. "An'an, go and comfort your second uncle. He seems to be very lonely. No one cares about him."
Gu Cian obediently got off the chair beside Mu Zhao, said ok and ran out.
Mu Zhao lowered her thick eyelashes and pinched the dumpling skin carefully, "I thought it was broken cleanly."
Nan Huan raised his eyes and looked at her: "I can owe any kind of debt. If the love debt is not clean, I will still be entangled."
Mu Zhao hummed and raised his head: "I won't do it if you pester him endlessly. Maybe he still needs time to buffer. After a long time, it may fade away Besides, Mr. Gu has always been elegant, and he would do that kind of shameless pestering. It would be even more dismissive if you don¡¯t come out.¡±
When Mu Zhao said this, he sighed in despair, "If that bastard had even the slightest bit of demeanor like Brother Feng, he wouldn't be so entangled as he is today."
Nan Huan chuckled lightly and said lightly: "Perhaps this is what makes Marshal Sheng specialand smart in keeping you here."
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The dumplings came out of the pot twenty minutes later. Mu Zhao felt that the dumplings he made were indeed ugly. Not only were they so ugly that the skin was broken by the water, but they were not attractive at all.
It¡¯s Nan Huan¡¯s bag. Each one is small and exquisite. When it comes out of the pot, it has a thin skin and lots of stuffing. It looks crystal clear and very nice.
After comparing his own, Mu Zhao sighed.
She is really spoiled, and her five elements are incompatible with the kitchen.
She picked up the plate of dumplings and was about to pour them into the trash can when Nan Huan stopped her, "Why did you dump them? It's your first time making them anyway."
"It's all lumpy, ugly, and inedible."
Nan Huan opened her hand and said, "Don't worry, someone is rushing to eat it."
Mu Zhao frowned, "Don't, I don't want Brother Rufeng to think too much."
Nan Huan rarely joked, "The more you act like this, the more deliberate you appear. It's just a few dumplings. He just ate them because he felt that you had indeed forgiven him, and you were so sincere that he made the dumplings for him himself." "After a pause, he added, "It's not easy for Mr. Gu. At least in my opinion, he is not wrong in loving you and liking you, although it was his fault last time." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com