The General’s Beloved Wife: Shame on You, Sweetheart

  Lord Chief's stern gaze scanned the bread and juice she was holding, his eyes darkened.

  Mianmian explained a little embarrassingly: “The food is a bit cold, I’m too lazy to get hot, and then feel hungry again, I’m afraid I’ll wake up in the middle of the night...”

  Zhan Muqian glanced at the dining table, it was his negligence.

  I am used to life in the military, and it is inevitable that my life will be rough. Now the changes are so great that it is difficult for him to adapt for a while to raise a small milk cat...

  Mianmian just inserted a straw and took a sip of orange juice, and the whole wheat bread in front of him was taken away by Chief Zhan.

  She frowned when she looked at him, and said in a serious tone: "You can't eat such raw and cold things in the middle of the night. What do you want to eat, I will help you."

  Mian Mian looked at him in surprise, stunned for a moment.

  Hungry in the middle of the night, sneaking into the kitchen for food is her life habit for many years...

  What’s more, she has overslept and didn’t get up for dinner. How can she be embarrassed to trouble the servant in the kitchen to cook for her now?

  Besides...this is the old house of the Zhan Family. Even if she is Zhan Muqian's wife now, she is not so self-willed the first time she visits.

  She waved her hand, "Don’t bother, I’ll just eat a little bit, it’s 11 o’clock, and the servants have rested..."

  Zhan Chief's thin lips slightly pursed, and without a word, he pulled her up, walked to the door of the room, and suddenly stopped.

  He stared down at the girl’s thigh, "Are you wearing pants?"

  Mianmian helplessly lifted the hem of his shirt, "I'm wearing it, look."

  Fancy cartoon pajamas under the shirt, barely counted as a pair of pants, but it is the length of the hot pants, no wonder it looks like they are not wearing...

  Master Chief’s eyes were gloomy, and she was choked with speechlessness.

   just lift the hem in front of him?

  At any rate, he is a man...a man of normal sexuality!

  However, the little thing in front of him blinked his eyes, his little hand clutched his shirt, and his face was open and innocent.

  The battle chief was silent.

  This little idiot is really...spoiled.

  ……

  He led the cotton quilt downstairs and went back to the kitchen again.

  Zhan Qi You has long since disappeared.

  Unexpectedly, Chief Zhan directly opened the three-door refrigerator, glanced around, and asked her indifferently: "What do you want to eat?"

  "..." The girl Mian was stunned.

  The chief executive actually wants to cook by himself?

  啧啧啧... Although the chief seems indeed omnipotent, she really can't count on things like going to the kitchen.

  No matter how capable he is, he is also the heir to the warrior family. He must have been spoiled as a young master. How dare she bother him.

  Mianmian smiled flatteringly, "Uncle, gentleman is far from the chef, you should stop firing, or I will cook some noodles by myself..."

  Zhan Muqian took out two boxes of delicate objects from the freezer.

  Mianmian looked down—the best wagyu.

   "Do you want to eat meat?" The aloof war chief squinted at her.

  The girl swallowed instinctively, her belly gurgling.

"……miss you!"

  ……

fifteen minutes.

  Chief Zhan fried a few steaks, but Mianmian was driven out of the kitchen halfway through, fearing that the oily smoke would choke this little thing.

  Wait until she smelled the scent and poked out her head...

  Zhan Chief has already poured juice in the cold dish, his thin lips hooked slightly, "Come in."

  Mianmian looked down, and the stars instantly appeared.

   "Uncle, just eat in the kitchen, okay..."

  She doesn’t want to go out.

  The frying in the middle of the night is already moving enough. In case the people resting upstairs are noisy, she always feels a little shame of being caught and witnessed by someone...

  Mianmian stood and ate a few pieces. The beef was extremely tender, thin and very tasty. She was hungry for most of the day and almost bit her tongue coldly.

  Zhan Muqian glanced at her greedy little appearance and couldn't help smiling.

   Stretched out her long arms, picked up her little butt, and put the person on the table.

  Mianmian sat facing him, swaying her two small white legs leisurely, squinting, and yelling more greedily: "Uncle Zhan...Let’s drink some red wine~"