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Therefore, his current attainments in cooking skills are quite advanced.
It would even make Song Chujiu feel that senior chefs in the industry are nothing more than this.
Of course, these may be just her illusions. The best is not necessarily the most suitable. It may be that his craftsmanship just happens to be the taste she likes.
Hearing her soft words, Xiao Moqing's cold expression improved a lot.
"I won't forget."
"What if I forget?"
"There is no such thing as a chance."
Chatting with Xiao Moqing is always so dry and devoid of any emotion or interest.
Song Chujiu looked into his eyes, "I actually just want to show myself as a good wife and mother."
Xiao Moqing glanced at her, she had never been the kind of woman who was a good wife and mother.
Song Chujiu held his hand and said, "If you eat something I cooked with my own hands, it means you are not angry with me anymore."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Moqing's face quickly darkened, and he remembered the unhappy breakup not long ago.
Xiao Moqing took his hand out of Song Chujiu's palm, but Song Chujiu held his hand tightly.
Xiao Moqing was afraid that he would hurt Song Chujiu by using too much force to break away, so he struggled to break away twice and stopped moving.
Song Chujiu pulled him to the sofa and sat down, "For the sake of me trying so hard to please you, don't be angry?"
Xiao Moqing remained expressionless.
Song Chujiu picked up the spoon, filled a spoonful of porridge, and handed it to Xiao Moqing's mouth.
"Come, I'll feed you."
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Xiao Moqing didn't move or open his mouth.
After a stalemate for a few seconds, Song Chujiu said, "My hands are sore."
Xiao Moqing said coldly: "Won't you put it down if your hands are sore?"
"Won't."
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After about three seconds, Xiao Moqing finally opened his mouth.
A fleeting smile flashed across Song Chujiu¡¯s eyes.
Once you take the first bite, the rest is no longer a problem.
Song Chujiu didn¡¯t put down the spoon in his hand until the bowl was empty.
She held Xiao Moqing's hand and clasped her fingers tightly.
"It's not that I don't want to be with you." She looked at him and said seriously: "At this time, it is impossible for us to leave everything behind. You should know very well that Mo Guichen has always regarded you as a thorn in his side, even if you I don¡¯t want to go back to the Mo family, but to Mo Guichen, you are always a threat. What¡¯s more, you have already become enemies over what happened before, and he can¡¯t just let it go."
"If one day, he takes control of everything, he will not let you go, nor me, nor our children. At that time, what should we do?"
The man¡¯s dark eyes fluctuated momentarily, and he stared at Song Chujiu quietly.
"None of these things will happen on the ninth day of the lunar month."
"Why not?"
Xiao Moqing's deep eyes flashed with subtlety, "I have my own way."
"What can you do?"
Xiao Moqing stopped talking.
He has his own ideas?
What else can he do?
Didn¡¯t Mr. Mo say that all the power in his hands was exposed?
Thinking of this, Song Chujiu felt something strange in his heart.
¡°If she hadn¡¯t learned these things from Mr. Mo, she would never have known that he had other back-ups.
He would never tell her this.
It¡¯s like, when the Song family is in crisis, he, the seemingly ¡°brainless¡± Song family, injects a large amount of funds, but refuses to tell her that all this is just a good show of the mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole behind.
At that time, even if he didn¡¯t say anything, she could still understand him. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com