Chapter 907 Traveling with a Wedding Dress (4)

She pinched her cheeks and put down her chopsticks in distress, "Mu Jinchen, will I gain weight all of a sudden if I eat so much? Then I won't look good on camera. I'd better wait until I finish taking this set of wedding photos before eating."

Mu Jinchen also reached out and pinched her cheeks, and then picked up a piece of sashimi and put it in her bowl, "It's okay to eat a little more. You are thin now, and you can't see if you gain five to ten pounds."

Wushuang heard this and then contentedly picked up the sashimi and dipped it in mustard and soy sauce and put it in her mouth. The texture melted in her mouth and the delicious taste made her eyes narrowed.

Then, she took another piece, dipped it in mustard and soy sauce, put it in a small plate, and handed it to Mu Jinchen, "Take one too, it's really delicious."

Mu Jinchen's taste is light, and he almost never eats raw food. He can't accept the smooth and soft taste, but seeing the expectant light in the little woman's dark eyes, he couldn't bear to refuse her, so he had to bite the bullet and eat it with her hand.

The taste of mustard quickly invaded the throat and nasal cavity from the tip of the tongue, and the overbearing spiciness choked Mu Jinchen's tears.

Wushuang didn't expect him to be so exaggerated. He was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed. Mu Jinchen's tearful appearance actually looked a little pitiful.

She took the tissue and wiped his eyes, "Why do you become a poor little thing just by eating some mustard? Isn't it delicious?"

Even though Mu Jinchen's face was so delicate, he couldn't help but feel a little hot when he heard such words. He was very sensitive to the taste of mustard. He was bewitched by Wushuang's little eyes and forgot about it. He regretted it after eating it.

He took the tissue from her hand and wiped it himself, and whispered in her ear, "It's not as delicious as your tongue."

With just one sentence, Mr. Mu successfully turned the tables. The little woman's face was instantly flushed, and she glared at the man who was talking nonsense, "Mu Jinchen!"

But that innocent look was not convincing no matter how you looked at it, and the soft tone made her sound a bit like a spoiled child.

This little woman is no longer an innocent girl, but she always blushes so easily.

The man was in a very good mood. He took a sip of the sour orange juice, suppressed the taste of the sashimi, and curved his lips in a good-natured way, "Okay, no more talking, just eat."

He then put another piece of sashimi on her small plate, but since Mu Jinchen said that it was not as delicious as her tongue, Wushuang always felt that the taste was a bit like his tongue.

He stopped eating immediately.

The long table in the castle was bad in this respect. Although they were eating at the same table, the two couples seemed to be eating at the same table. They hardly communicated with each other. They had to tilt their necks to talk to the person across the table. It was really not as good as the turntable round table in China.

"Ran Ran, how about we shoot the first set of wedding dresses directly in the castle? One of our dresses is a palace dress, that would be perfect."

Su Ran obviously also found that the length of the dining table was problematic, so she simply moved her small chair to sit next to Wu Shuang, and kept complaining, "Shuang Shuang, do you think the person who designed this table has a problem? Two people eating one in the east and the other in the west, it's better not to eat together, how can this be called eating at the same table?"

Wu Shuang deeply agreed with this point, and she had just finished complaining in her mind.