Hehe!
Mu Yichen turned his head to look at her from the kitchen, hearing her slightly shrill and soft voice. Qin Mu also glanced at him, smiling lightly: "There's something about Wu Jiaojiao that I don't want to tell you!"
"Mm! Don't tell me!"
Mu Yichen had a very understanding expression and gave her a gentle smile after speaking.
Qin Mu was almost bewitched by his smile, put down her phone, and rested her chin on her hand, admiring her husband cooking noodles for her.
Suddenly she felt a bit nostalgic; it had been a while since Mr. Mu cooked like this.
Suddenly, she had a little fantasy, like Mr. Mu being like a man in the movies, only wearing boxers and an apron, cooking for her, while she dressed like a boss. As Qin Mu thought about it, she couldn't help but grin foolishly.
Mu Yichen occasionally glanced at her, furrowing his eyebrows: "Mrs. Mu, you're drooling!"
Qin Mu almost collapsed on the table, quickly raising her hand to wipe her mouth's corner.
