"Xiaoxiao, I think you need to exercise more to avoid being abandoned by the times. In addition, you need to eat more. As the saying goes, people are like iron rice or steel. If you don't eat one meal, you will starve. In order to help you recharge your batteries, I
I have decided to feed you now." After saying that, he took a step forward, hugged her and went downstairs.
"Murphy, put me down, I can walk by myself!" Xiaoxiao quickly put her arms around Han Murphy's neck to prevent him from falling.
"If you don't let go, you will get up as slowly as a turtle and walk as slowly as a snail. By the time you get downstairs, the food will be cold. I'll have someone prepare fried steamed buns for you. They won't taste good when they get cold.
Already."
"Fried steamed buns? Why didn't I know those two Filipino maids could make this?"
"Of course they two don't know how to make pan-fried steamed buns. This snack was made by my newly hired chef from Shanghai. From now on, you can eat Shanghainese food every day without leaving home. Aren't you very happy?"
"Haha...Murphy, if you continue to pamper me like this, I will not be able to find you."
Han Murphy paused, stopped, bit her ear and said, "If you can't find the right one in the east, west, east, west, or west, I can put you on the bed and eat it in one bite."
Faced with such frivolous words from Han Murphy, Xiaoxiao couldn't help but stretch out her fist and hit him hard. After the beating, she lay shyly in his arms and listened to his heartbeat. Men are not bad, but women don't love them.
.This sentence makes sense. Men must always be a little bit bad to make women hate them and love them thoroughly. A simple good man is like boiled water, indifferent and tasteless. And a bad man is like strong wine, drunk and dreaming.
The Cantonese soup is delicious and sweet, and the Shanghai dim sum is full of the taste of hometown.
The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the man beside her was handsome, considerate, and from time to time he would role-play and force-feed her.
Picking up the soup bowl, Han Murphy took a spoonful, blew it carefully, tested the temperature, then handed it to her lips and ordered: "Open your mouth."
"Murphy, I'm not a child, I can eat it by myself." He said with a smile.
"□□ is ineffective. You must be obedient and drink it. This is the old hen soup to make up for it."
Looking at Han Feifei's firm expression, he opened his mouth helplessly with a smile and drank the soup from the spoon. It was neither cold nor hot, and the temperature was just right. I really doubted that if he continued like this, he would drown him in his love. From now on, no matter what