Needless to say, Die'er's cooking skills, even the little white wolf under the table ate with gusto.
Fanfan looked at the two people wearing red wedding clothes and eating more deliciously than the other. He was speechless for a while. What is this? They were so excited about getting married that they couldn't eat, and they were so nervous that they didn't dare to look at each other.
The two of them were so good that they wanted to grab the chicken legs.
"I didn't realize that Dongchen is still a foodie."
Even every meal is a bit dumbfounding, what the hell.
Tang Muchen was also helpless: "Maybe it's because Die'er's cooking skills are so good."
"You are envious."
Fanfan looked straight at him, as if she would bite him to death if he said he was envious.
Tang Muchen had a strong desire to survive and shook his head like a rattle: "I'm not envious at all. No matter how good her cooking skills are, can she be better than our cook?
She only knows how to cook a few dishes, and our cook can cook eight major cuisines, including Chinese and Western food and various snacks."
Fanfan snorted, thinking he could barely pass.
Tang Muchen breathed a sigh of relief and raised the corners of his lips. Was this considered jealous?
The two of them were obviously full after dinner, so Die'er just lay down on the bed and stopped moving, instructing Dong Chen to pick up the leftovers.
Dongchen tidied up hard and without complaint, and brought two wine glasses when he came back.
"what?"
Die'er asked.
"I haven't had a drink yet."
Dongchen said.
Die'er waved her hand: "Don't drink anymore, I'm still pregnant."
"You drink water, I drink."
Dong Chen pulled her up and gave her a wine glass: "This can't be omitted."
Die'er reluctantly took it: "How do I hand over a cup?"
"so."
Dong Chen put his arm around hers and told her, "You have to drink it all, not a drop is left."
"oh oh."
Die'er lowered his head to cover the shyness in his eyes.
After handing over a glass of wine and finishing the drink, Dong Chen showed a smile: "Go to bed, it's getting late."
"Then help me take off the thing on my head."
Die'er felt that he was particularly talkative today and was a bit pushy.
As expected, Dong Chen was very talkative. He helped her remove the phoenix crown and the braided hair, and brought her water to wash her face, making her feel comfortable.
"Do you want me to help you take off your clothes?"
Dongchen finally smiled evilly.
Die'er immediately shook his head: "You don't need this, you don't need this."
Then he pushed him further away, lowered the curtains, quickly took off his wedding clothes, and hid under the quilt wearing a red middle coat.
Dong Chen had finished washing up and took off his clothes, leaving only his red shirt. He opened the curtain and lay down on it. He easily lifted the quilt that Die'er was under and covered himself with it.
Die'er: ...I'm very nervous.
It's obviously not the first time we lie together, so why are we so nervous tonight?
"Well..." Die'er decided to find some topic to relieve the tension: "The candles haven't been blown out yet."
"Wedding candles cannot be blown out."
Dongchen said.
Die'er said oh, and after a while, she asked him: "What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?"
"casual."
His answer was simple.
"Tomorrow at noon."
she asked again.
"casual."
His answer was simple.
"What about tomorrow night?"
She asked again.
The answer was Dong Chen's action. He hugged her into his arms and said in a low voice, "What are you nervous about?"
Die'er's whole body froze, and her voice was trembling: "I, I, I, I'm not nervous."
"Yeah?"
Dongchen turned over and propped himself on top of her: "What now?
nervous?"
Die'er's breathing quickened: "I, I, I... um..." Before she could finish her words, Dong Chen sealed her lips, and her eyes widened in shock.
"Hey mom, don't look at anything inappropriate."
Fanfan didn't need Tang Muchen to cover his eyes this time, so he covered his eyes himself. He was afraid that Tang Muchen would peek, so he covered his with his other hand.