His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 86

In Tang Qianmiao's impression, the kitchen was basically not the same as this man, but this scene made her a little surprised.

She walked over, glanced at the boiling pot, and reminded: "The noodles are not cooked."

"It's cooked." Feng Xian lowered his head and stirred the noodles, ready to fish them out.

Qian Miao subconsciously reached out and pressed the back of his hand, "Come on, wait two more minutes."

The man's eyes fell on her slender and tender fingers, and his throat rolled.

He felt the coolness on his fingertips, mixed with slightly damp water vapor, seeping into his skin.

Three seconds later, he suppressed the dark waves in his eyes, looked away, and slowly stirred the noodles with his hands.

Qian Miao had already taken her hand away, and her eyes were on the dishes he had cut, with a look of pity.

"What are you looking at?" he said lightly.

"No carrots." She raised her eyebrows, the regret in her eyes was obvious.

"Do you like to eat?" Feng Xian's gaze fell on her face as if unintentional.

The next second, I saw the girl's pretty face raised.

She said: "Mian and carrots are a family, and it's a bit strange to be missing one."

"Carrots are the source of the strange smell," he said.

Qian Miao nodded needlessly, and left without saying anything.

Feng Xian hesitated to speak, his eyes chasing her back, and then he looked at the noodles he was cooking and fell into deep thought.

While walking, Qian Mi met Qiao Shiwan who was exercising in the morning.

She picked up a branch at random and started the morning training that she did every day in the temple.

Qiao Shiwan turned her body and said, "Miao Miao, have you eaten the breakfast that your brother Xian made?"

"He's still doing it."

Qiao Shiwan smiled, twisted her waist, and said, "This child is filial. Every year to this day, he will cook in person, thinking of his grandmother's goodness."

"When Ah Xian was young, his father and I were busy and didn't have time to take care of him. Basically, grandma took care of him. Grandma was a gourmet and liked cooking very much, and she wanted to train him as a successor."

After smiling, she continued: "Although this child has no intention of cooking, he occasionally cooperates with the old man to cook or something. After the old man leaves, he will cook for the old man himself on the day of his death and deliver it to the old man."

Hearing this, Qian Miao put away her last move, closed her legs, and straightened up.

Under the sweaty forehead, there was a little thought in his eyes.

It turns out that the "by the way" he just said was true, by the way.

"Miao Miao, why are you in a daze?" Qiao Shiwan wiped her sweat and approached.

Qian Miao returned to her senses and smiled lightly: "It's nothing, I'm thinking too much."

For the first time, her sixth sense made a mistake.

"What are you thinking about?"

Qianmi looked at Samoyed who was jumping around in the distance, and said, "Well... I thought he... likes me."

She is used to analyzing and judging things, and this habit has been integrated into her bones.

Some of the actions and words of that man made it natural for her to make a subconscious judgment as to the motive for these things.

Then she came to a conclusion in the morning.

Unexpectedly, she thought too much.

However, it is not unusual, she is not a god, and it is impossible for every guess to be correct.

She didn't think about it anymore, and in a flash, she forgot.

Qiao Shiwan followed her gaze and smiled: "Of course I like you, there is no doubt about it, this Satsuma in our family, if you don't like it, you don't even get close, look at it, it's facing You are running."

Qian Miao didn't say anything else, squatted down, and smoothed the fur of the dog that ran over.

Big furry guy, very cute.

Suddenly he found something in his mouth.

is a card.

There are four words written in marker on it: come back for dinner.

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