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Shen Mochen chuckled and took the words of his grandfather, saying, "It's okay, Miao Miao loves to eat. We will wait for you to go and eat."

Shui Miaomiao: "..."

She doesn't like to eat it. It tastes like sweet tofu. The key is to endure the heavy taste.

A good bird chooses wood to live, and she chooses food to eat.

"It's okay, Grandpa loves to eat, take it back to Grandpa." Shui Miaomiao said with a smile.

Shen Mochen reached out and hugged Shui Miaomiao's waist, and punished it punitively on her waist. "Do you want to eat?"

Shui Miaomiao looked at Shen Mochen's warning eyes. She still treated her sins. Anyway, she should follow his will and make a contribution. "If you say you love to eat, then you love to eat."

"Shameless." Shen Aiguo glared at Shen Mochen.

Shen Mochen smiled, and said yin and yang strangely: "You have a face."

Shui Miaomiao looked at this tit-for-tat grandfather and grandson, still far from the battlefield, so as not to endanger the pond fish.

She put the durian into the kitchen with a scalp. In order to prevent the smell from coming out, she also put a few plastic bags.

The old man choked for a long time, and finally thought of a cruel sentence.

"No wonder Miaomiao doesn't like you," said Mr. Shen, raising his chin.

Shen Mochen's face sank down, and he swept sharply at Mr. Shen, the iron-green, the chilly.

Shui Miaomiao came out of the kitchen to see Shen Mochen's posture. His heart was tight, and he must have suffered the pond fish.

She Nima was shot while lying down.

Shui Miaomiao said quickly: "Grandpa, I like it, I like it very much."

Shen Mochen's deep eyes looked at Shui Miaomiao.

Shui Miaomiao was guilty, and immediately changed the subject and said: "Grandpa, after eating, I made your favorite braised elbow and lion head, and fried razor clams."

When Mr. Shen heard that there was something delicious, he was happy, and he did not care about Shen Mochen, and walked towards the dining table.

Shui Miaomiao calculated all the dishes.

The old man looked at the dishes on the table, his eyes were shining bright, as if they would glow.

He was drooling, and his chopsticks were moving towards the braised pig's trotters.

But he didn't want to, when he encountered braised pig's trotters, he was caught by Shen Mochen's chopsticks.

"Why." The old man asked.

"You're recovering from a serious illness and you are too greasy to eat." Shen Mochen said lightly, and clipped a piece of her and put it in her mouth.

He threw Shui Miaomiao a sentence, "Not bad."

Grandpa Shen: "..."

He stared at Shen Mochen, swallowed his saliva, licked his lips, and looked at the braised trotters in the porcelain pot.

Shui Miaomiao looked at the old man's expression with pity.

Shui Miaomiao has seen Shen Mochen's belly black.

He was eating by himself and let the old man watch.

Well, it's very, very uncomfortable to eat food.

Shui Miaomiao comforted Mr. Shen: "It's okay, Grandpa, I put the horseshoe, mushrooms, Moore, non-greasy inside the lion head, you can eat it."

Shen Mochen's cold eyes looked at Shui Miaomiao, and Shen Jing's eyes were full of displeasure and coldness.

Shui Miaomiao was guilty and whispered to Shen Mochen, explaining: "If you don't eat greasy food, you must be nutritious."

"Hehe, hehe, or Miaomiao is sensible." Mr. Shen was happy, immediately clipped a lion head, put it in his mouth, bitten half, and made a sound of satisfaction, "It’s delicious, really delicious, better than pork elbow. eat."

Shen Mochen approached Shui Miaomiao, and whispered in her ear, "Do you have to fight against me? What do you not like, what do you do?"

Shen Mochen took a bite of her ear with a bite of teeth, as if it was love and punishment.