My Lady Is Not A Demon

Leaving the backyard, Zhang Awei happened to have bought wine and returned.

Panting.

"Team, I'm not very lucky. The Fuchun Restaurant on East Street is not open today. I went to Xinghuayuan and bought two pots. The taste should not be bad."

Zhang Awei said rather depressed.

Chen Mu took the hip flask, leaned close to his nose and sniffed it.

The aroma is very strong.

It seems to be brewed with steamed glutinous rice and a few flavors of concocted ripe fruit.

Looking at the sweat on Zhang Awei's forehead, Chen Mu patted the other's shoulder and said with emotion: "Awei, promise me not to be a good person in the future? You are not a tool person."

"Team leader, what are we still polite."

Hearing this, Zhang Awei suddenly became a little unhappy.

Obviously, the honest child did not understand the true meaning of Chen Mu's words.

Besides, in his opinion it's good to be a good person.

Because when I was shopping with Xiaoxun today, I said seriously about convenience: Awei, you are a good person.

He was very happy at the time.

"In short, don't let girls say that you are a good person, or your mother will never hold her grandson in her life. I sincerely advise you."

Chen Muyu reminded me earnestly.

Zhang Awei was stunned.

"why?"

"You will know from now on. This sentence is more disheartening than ‘I hate you’, and it’s even more saddening to cry."

Chen Mu showed a meaningful smile.

Hearing this, Zhang Awei frowned: "Team leader, maybe my mother said to you again. You are not clear about her, mother-in-law and mother-in-law, always want me to act according to her wishes.

I am already an adult, and she still considers me a child..."

Listening to Zhang Awei's constant complaining about Own's mother, Chen Mu felt amused.

Especially when I caught a glimpse of Meng Yanqing who happened to appear at the door with a dish, and did not remind the other party, but deliberately persuaded:

"Awei, this is not right. Your mother is also for your own good, and she is so beautiful, so virtuous, and so gentle and kind, it's too late for others to envy her."

"envy?"

Zhang Awei curled his lips, "If you stay in this house for a few days, you will feel that it is better to go to the bridgehead on the Huailan River to settle down, at least it can clean up a lot..."

"Ahem!"

The cough sounded abruptly.

Zhang Awei's expression froze for an instant, and he turned to look at Meng Yanqing's darkened pretty face.

After staying for a few seconds, he went up to the front of the dish in his hands and sneered: "Mother, have the food been prepared? I'll go to the kitchen right away. Don't be tired, just let me come."

"Go to the study and ask you Little Sister to eat!"

Meng Yanqing glared fiercely and said sharply. "And... don't forget Miss Xiao Xing."

"clear."

Zhang Awei nodded and bowed, and disappeared instantly.

The beautiful woman's teeth itchy: "Smelly boy, you know that I'm complaining behind my back all day."

Seeing Chen Mu staring at her with a smile on his face, he didn't get angry and said, "Does Chen catch his head enough to make a joke?"

Chen Mu yelled wrongly: "When did I watch you make a joke? Just now, I kept complimenting you, so I almost praised you as Immortal Ascension. Of course, those are all from my heart, just tell the truth."

Meng Yanqing's pretty face flew with a faint blush, and she gave a white glance: "If Ah Wei is half smooth with you, I will save my worry."

"Is that mother slippery?" Chen Mu asked.

Meng Yanqing hummed and sneered: "The concubine is not as slippery as Chen Da's head catching, so I can't learn."

Chen Mu looked aggrieved: "Auntie, you have wronged me. The reason why my head is slippery is because of the many in-depth exchanges with you."

"What's the meaning?"

The beautiful woman obviously failed to understand the meaning of Chen Mu's words.

Chen Mu earnestly explained: "Because we are both acquaintances now, I don't need to knock on the door, I just came in, snap it, and soon."

"What a mess."

Meng Yanqing became more confused as she listened, too lazy to talk nonsense with the other party, and turned to the kitchen to serve food.

...

The food is very hearty.

After Xiaoxun's bathing was over, he just tapped his head towards Chen Mu when he came to the hall, with a smile on his lips, and there was not much communication.

Chen Mu didn't deliberately talk to each other.

It's as if nothing happened just now.

The nervous Zhang Awei naturally didn't notice the abnormality, and looked at the table full of rich meals and exclaimed:

"Mother, it's been a long time since she cooked by herself."

"Uh-huh."

Xiao Xuan'er, a nine-year-old girl sitting next to Chen Mu, lighted her head and said crisply, "Mother will only go to the kitchen every time when Mu Big Brother comes, just like cooking for Daddy before."

Cang Dang!

Meng Yanqing, who was just about to take her seat, almost fell over.

She straightened her chair and stared at her little daughter with a black face: "Hurry up and eat, there is still so much homework to do."

Chen Mu looked at Xiao Xuan'er who was wronged, and said with a smile: "This is so worldly, because you, Big Brother, are working under my hand, understand?"

Xiao Xuan'er shook her head, indicating that she didn't understand.

"You will understand later."

Chen Mu blinked.

Seeing Chen Mu successfully resolved the embarrassment and the ‘crisis’, the beautiful woman was relieved.

I noticed that my back was sweating.

But when I thought that she and Chen Mu were nothing, they felt aggrieved, and even Chen Mu was annoyed with them.

He glared at the other side fiercely.

Chen Mu only felt inexplicable and simply praised each other's cooking skills:

"I have to say, Auntie's cooking skills are amazing. It is estimated that the chefs in the big restaurants will be inferior to you by three points."

"Oh, then Chen catches the head and talks about how good these dishes are."

Meng Yanqing was embarrassed and narrow-minded.

Chen Mu choked for a while.

It is rare to see the moment when the other party is embarrassed and deflated, Meng Yanqing's eyes are more smiling, and the depression in her heart has also disappeared a lot.

When he was about to stop embarrassing the other party, the latter spoke.

"I'm not praising it indiscriminately. Take this dish as an example. It looks like a jade version of cat head bamboo shoots and tastes like a hump oxtail. It's not something ordinary cooks can make.

There is also this little shortbread. It is like chewing the moon when you are free. There are crisp and sweet, and it is full of flavors. It is estimated that Fairy's cakes in the middle of the month are nothing more than this.

and also……"

Chen Mu talked freely for a long time, and everyone was stunned.

As if under his description, in front of them was a table of delicacies that even gods could hardly have a chance to taste.

Even Xiao Xuan'er, who didn't understand her well, swallowed saliva.

Quickly immersed his head and ate.

Meng Yanqing's boasted cheeks were hot, her chest surged, and even the air was hot. She blushed and said, "Okay, it's just a normal meal, how can it be as exaggerated as you blow it."

"There is no exaggeration in every sentence from the bottom of your heart."

Chen Mu looked serious.

For fear that the guy said, the more ridiculous, Meng Yanqing quickly changed the topic: "You have a good literary skill in boasting cooking, maybe you really wrote that song "Singing Goose"."

"I said, I wrote it."

Chen Mu regained his joking tone.

For a moment, Meng Yanqing couldn't tell whether this guy was telling the truth or joking.

Xiao Xuan'er, who was immersed in food, suddenly said, "Mu Big Brother, our husband asked who wrote that poem."

"Oh, how did you answer."

Chen Mu asked.

Xiao Xuan'er wrinkled the tip of her pink nose and said sullenly: "I said it was written by the Mu Big Brother, but the husband didn't believe it."

Believe it is strange.

If a head-catcher can write that poem, then what kind of head-catcher is it.

Moreover, in Chen Mu's view, the act of copying poems by the traveler is too speechless.

If there is a cultural background, it's okay to say, but if there is no culture, and if you forcibly copy poetry to make a name for yourself, then this person is absolutely brain-dead!

Anyway, he didn't plan to copy poems to be famous.

"Trust your teacher."

Chen Mu rubbed the little girl's head, held up the wine glass and said, "Come on, everyone first toast. This glass of wine... is Mu Xiang'er."

Everyone was stunned.

Xiaoxun turned his gaze to Chen Mu. The latter was not looking at her, so he smiled and picked up the wine glass: "It's Mu Xiang'er."

Zhang Awei reacted and raised the glass: "For Mu Xianger."

Recalling the miserable experience of that girl, Meng Yanqing also sighed, and raised the glass with her slender hand: "For Mu Xianger."

"I wish her... a good journey."

Chen Mu drank it all in one fell swoop.

A pun.

Everyone drank their drinks.

The girl wiped away a tear from the corner of her eyes and muttered to herself, "Thank you."

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