My Little Mom is the Richest

Hearing the sound, Chen Laodao also opened his eyes, saw Mu Qiu staring at him, and got up hurriedly.

"Why do you think you can practice but you don't allow me to practice?"

Mu Qiu scratched the back of his head, "Of course you can practice, but if you don't go back to your room to practice, why are you sitting at my door?"

Chen Laodao blushed, "This is Lao Dao's home. I can practice wherever I want. Do I still have to report to you?"

Mu Qiu curled her lips, still feeling that something was wrong with Chen Laodao, but seeing that he was angry, she didn't ask further.

"Don't worry, it's already dark. I'm going to prepare dinner. Isn't there something else to do tonight?"

Chen Laodao nodded, "Go and prepare quickly! It's best to be prepared. I don't know how long it will take to go down there!"

Mu Qiu nodded, then walked into the kitchen and got busy. After he left, Old Chen breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the kitchen as if he was guilty.

In fact, he had selfish motives for asking Mu Qiu to prepare more dinner. After tasting Mu Qiu's cooking yesterday, he now admitted that the food was simply better than instant noodles.

This time there were plenty of ingredients, and Mu Qiu could also show off her talents. While he was busy in an orderly manner, a sumptuous meal was served.

When the first dish came out of the oven, Chen Laodao was attracted by the tempting aroma and sat at the dining table with chopsticks in hand.

Mu Qiu looked at him with a look of disdain as his saliva almost flowed out.

"Can you wipe your saliva and don't drip any saliva into it?"

Chen Laodao wiped his mouth, rolled his eyes at him and said, "You don't need to worry about me, I can do whatever I want."

Mu Qiu rolled her eyes, "I won't say anything anymore! If you're hungry, just eat first. There's only one soup left. It'll be ready soon."

As soon as Mu Qiu opened his mouth, Chen Laodao no longer cared about anything else and just started eating.

Looking at the way he was eating, Mu Qiu wondered how long it had been since he had eaten.

By the time Mu Qiu had cooked the soup and served it to the table, Old Chen had eaten half of the plate of every dish, and Mu Qiu couldn't help but hold his forehead.

"Old Chen, you look like this. When you go out, people will think you haven't eaten for a long time. Can you please pay attention to your image?"

As Chen Laodao continued to stuff food into his mouth, he said tirelessly: "I can eat whatever I like at home, and I will be fine for a while. Isn't there anything else? Hurry up and finish your meal and go out."

When it came to going out, Mu Qiu stopped talking and hurriedly sat down and started eating.

The food on the table for two people was not wasted at all. In the end, Chen Laodao directly held the basin of soup and drank every drop of the soup.

After eating and drinking, the two of them took a short rest, then picked up their things and went out. Old Chen took the yellow cloth bag he got back last night and walked very conspicuously at night.

Mu Qiu's eyes remained on the yellow cloth bag, and he couldn't help but ask: "Old Chen, what on earth is this yellow cloth bag of yours?"

"They are all things that can be used today and can save lives."

Mu Qiu thought about it for a moment, then said to him hurriedly: "Can you give me some of the life-saving things? This way I won't have to trouble you if anything happens."

Old Chen rolled his eyes at him, "Will you use it if I give it to you?"

Mu Qiu blocked another sentence. Mu Qiu curled her lips and stopped talking. The two people following him came to an intersection. . ,,.