Seeing Feng Ming's face dark and looking like he was about to get angry every minute, An Xuetang smiled and said quickly, "Although he failed six times, the last one made by his brother is super super delicious."

She used three super, which shows how satisfied she is with the dumplings.

“…”

Feng Ming's mood flew from hell to heaven in an instant, and his eyes lit up slightly, "Atang is delicious?"

An Xuetang smiled, "Yes, my brother made it so delicious. If you don't believe me, please try one?"

"I won't eat it anymore. Since you think it's delicious, you can eat it all. Brother Wei cooks for the first time, it's really cheap. You and Mo Yunjing. In this life, I really don't know that there are other brothers, except for you two.

Who is qualified to eat what I have made myself?"

“…”

An Xuetang looked up at him in surprise, "Did A Jing eat it too?"

"!"

Mo Junyi glared at Feng Ming in an instant, and his eyes seemed to be saying: Who made you talk too much?

Feng Ming was also a little annoyed at this moment, so why did he say it all at once? He could only admit it with a hard head and said:

"Yes, I don't know who leaked the cooking for my brother. Your husband insisted that I make a share for him. The god of war, the king of Northern Xinjiang, spoke, how could I refuse?

I made a copy for him in a reluctant way.”

An Xuetang narrowed her eyes. She didn't believe Feng Ming's words at all. How could her A Jing do such a thing?

Mo Junyi was also anxious about Feng Ming's IQ. According to Mo Yunjing's temperament, how could he be more fond of the dumplings made by Feng Ming?

Feng Ming's statement even he thought it was fake, so how could he fool his mother?

Fortunately, Feng Ming added in time, "Okay, okay, Atang, don't look at me like this. I won't admit that I have to force your husband to taste my skills."

As soon as he said this, An Xuetang believed it. She smiled and the three of them continued to eat.

An Xuetang had eaten all the noodles and dumplings. Just when she felt a little full, someone brought a dumpling.

"Why?"

"Mom, the dumplings are made together by my uncle. You described this kind of dumplings to me before, so I tried them according to the method my mother said. Mom, try them quickly and see if this dumplings tastes the same as you have eaten.

.”

An Xuetang looked at the dumplings, and her eyes narrowed slightly. Today's matter... It seemed something was wrong, and there seemed to be an answer in her heart that was about to come out of something wrong.

Mo Junyi and Feng Ming knew that An Xuetang was not easy to fool. At this moment, they were afraid that she would think about it after thinking deeply, so they spoke out:

"Mom, please try it quickly, can you not like it?"

"Atang, do you know it's not delicious at first glance? If so, I'll let Ning'er take it and pour it out."

"No, no, no." An Xuetang didn't have time to think about anything. The answer that was about to come out was gone. She quickly picked up the spoon and started eating.

Mo Junyi and Feng Ming looked at each other, and the two winked at each other, and the eyes were clearly saying: Finally successful!

Ning'er also curled her lips slightly, then walked out of the tent with an empty bowl and an empty plate. An Xuetang only thought about her giving the plate to the head army, but she didn't think too much about it.

After An Xuetang ate all the dumplings, she couldn't help but touch her stomach, "I'm so full, I'm so full."

Feng Ming and Mo Junyi raised their eyebrows and looked at each other, and they smiled tacitly.

Mo Junyi even pulled An Xuetang up and said, "Mom, get up and move."

An Xuetang rubbed her round belly and walked back and forth in the tent.

Now I finally have time to think about it, "Brother, Ziling, why do you make noodles for me today, dumplings and dumplings?"

Feng Ming curled his lips, "Of course I wanted to do it for you."

An Xuetang narrowed his eyes and looked at him, "Why did you do these three things all at once?"

Feng Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at Mo Junyi.
Chapter completed!