Chapter 318 Good Mood (2)

Hei Lang still ignored her, and continued to walk back to his den calmly, but his ears and tail moved invisibly, indicating that his greetings to Wu Shuang were still very useful.

Wushuang is full of joy, and the good mood of the day starts from here.

She really felt that everything was fine in this family, Mr. Mu was fine, Mama Wu was fine, Mr. Hei Lang was fine, everything was fine.

I simply found slices of bread, ham, two eggs, and a tomato, and made two simple sandwiches. I took fresh milk from the refrigerator and put it in the microwave for a few minutes before serving it to the dining table. She purposely fried a few more slices of ham, put them in Hei Lang's rice pocket, and stroked its oily and blackened head before going upstairs to wake Mu Jinchen up.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he saw him neatly dressed in a casual suit, appearing domineeringly and steadily at the roundabout of the stairs, buttoning the cuff button of his right hand with his left hand, and walking down carelessly.

No matter how many times, Wushuang still feels that this man is the darling of heaven, his appearance will always inadvertently soften the age, amaze the time,

Wushuang waved at him, raised a smiling face, and said warmly, "Good morning, Mr. Mu."

As soon as he walked down the last flight of stairs, Mu Jinchen heard the soft voice of the little woman coming from not far away. He stopped what he was doing, and looked up at the little woman who was waving at him. With a graceful arc, she replied, "Good morning, Mrs. Mu."

Wushuang went up to meet him, took his hand, and carefully helped him button up the sleeves. Mu Jinchen grabbed the back of her head and gave her a good morning kiss, and said softly, "Thank you."

Wushuang's little hand took his big hand, walked to the dining table, pulled out the chair and pushed him down, pushed one of the breakfasts to him, stared at him with sparkling eyes and smiled, and said softly, "Hurry up!" How about some sandwiches I made."

Under the expectant eyes of the little woman, Mu Jinchen picked it up and took a big bite, nodded and said, "It's delicious, thank you ma'am for guessing what I want for breakfast today, you should sit down and eat it too, by the way, Give me your eggs too, one is not enough, you eat less."

Wushuang refused, thinking about frying another egg for him, but he said no.

So, he sat down with a smile on his face, took a big bite of his own sandwich, chewed it a few times, then took it away from his lips, glanced at it, and frowned, "Did I treat sugar as Put salt on the fried egg? Why is it so sweet?"

Mu Jinchen was still munching on the sandwich, and choked on a mouthful of milk before he said, "Probably so."

Wushuang put it back on the plate in frustration, and said to the man who was eating happily, "Then you still eat, don't eat, let's go out for breakfast."

Mu Jinchen still ate calmly, and said lightly, "It's okay, it's good to change the taste occasionally. Besides, this is the first meal my wife cooked for me. I think it's delicious."

In this case, Wushuang was stunned for a moment, it seemed that it was the first time to cook for him, and he cooked for himself quite a few times, so it turned out that he wanted to eat that sweet egg when he said that, and his heart warmed slightly, I continued to eat, but I didn't feel that it had a different flavor.

After the couple ate a sweet egg sandwich, they set off for the airport.