1866 Hey, why do you keep looking at my husband?

Madam Murong handed them a pair of chopsticks,""It's stuffed with three delicacies. Try it and see if it's good. "

Ji Mianmian was almost drooling as she nodded repeatedly.""Yes, yes. If I had known that there were dumplings at home, I wouldn't have eaten outside."

Ji Mianmian picked up a dumpling and took a bite."Wow ... It's so delicious. These dumplings are wrapped so nicely and they taste even better. This is the best thing I've had since I came here ... Hubby, hurry up and eat too."

The dumplings were very hot, but the filling inside was fresh and delicious. Ji Mianmian finished one in two or three bites while blowing on it.

Murong Mian saw Ji Mianmian's cowardice and said,""Be careful, don't burn yourself. No one's going to snatch it from you."

Madam Murong smiled, a smile that she hadn't seen in a long time after Murong Zhihong's death."Yes, you can eat slowly. Don't worry, there's more in the kitchen."

She looked at Ji Mianmian with eyes full of love.

Ji Mianmian felt that her stomach was finally able to eat something edible. She ate three in one go. Seeing that Murong Mian had not moved, she picked one up and put it to his mouth."Hurry up and eat. If you don 't, I'll finish it in a while."

Murong Mian pinched her face and bit into the dumpling.

Ji Mianmian caught a glimpse of Madam Murong. She saw Murong Mian's nervous face.

She was confused. Why was Murong Mian so nervous when she was eating dumplings?

After Murong Mian had taken a bite, Madam Murong asked carefully,""Is it good?"

Murong Mian didn't say anything. She chewed slowly. Ji Mianmian felt awkward and quickly said,""Delicious, delicious ... It's too delicious ..."

Murong Mian swallowed the food in her mouth and said,""Yes."

A simple word made Madam Murong smile."It's good that you like it. If not, there's more in the kitchen."

Ji Mianmian was confused. Just one word from Murong Mian made Madam Murong so happy? She had been so supportive just now and kept saying that it was delicious, but she didn't seem very happy.

Ji Mianmian stopped eating her dumplings and secretly observed Madam Murong. As expected, her eyes were fixed on Murong Mian.

Ji Mianmian bit on her chopsticks. What was going on? why did she keep looking at her husband?

Even though she was a little upset, Ji Mianmian was no fool. The way Madam Murong looked at Murong Mian was clearly a sign of affection. She was definitely not up to no good or plotting anything.

Ji Mianmian sighed to herself. Forget it, this kind of love was probably the same as treating Murong Mian as her own son.

Her son was dead, and so was her husband. It was already pitiful enough. She should stop thinking about it.

Suddenly, the soft flesh on her face was pinched.

"What are you thinking about? why aren't you eating?"

Ji Mianmian lifted her head and rubbed her face."Nothing. I just thought that the dumplings were really delicious. They were even better than the ones you made."

"Is that so? then it seems that I have to pick up my cooking skills when I go back, or you're going to despise me."

The two of them talked and laughed. Madam Murong felt bitter in her heart as she listened.

Ji Mianmian gobbled down the plate of dumplings in no time. She rubbed her stomach in satisfaction.

Murong Mian handed her a glass of lemon water. She took it and took two big gulps.

"Madam," Ji Mianmian asked,"the maids didn't make these, did they? how can they make such authentic dumplings?"

Madam Murong smiled."It's good that you like it. If you want to eat it, there will be more tomorrow."

Ji Mianmian licked her lips and suddenly had an idea. She asked,""That ... This ... This couldn't have been done by you, right?"

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