Chapter 1835 Hey, Why Do You Always Look at My Husband?

Mrs. Murong handed them the chopsticks: "Three fresh stuffing, you try it, see if it tastes good?"

Ji Mianmian was almost drooling with greed, and nodded repeatedly: "Yeah, if I had known that there were dumplings at home, I would not have eaten outside."

Ji Mianmian picked up a dumpling and took a bite, "Wow... so delicious, this dumpling is beautifully wrapped, and it tastes even better. This is the most delicious thing I have eaten since I came here... Husband, you should eat it too."

The dumplings were very hot, and the stuffing inside was delicious. Ji Mianmian blew on it and finished one in three or two bites.

Murong Mian saw Ji Mianmian's greedy look and said: "Be careful, don't burn yourself, no one will snatch it from you."

Mrs. Murong showed a long-lost smile on her face after Murong Zhihong's death, "Eat slowly, don't be anxious, there are more in the kitchen."

She looked at Ji Mianmian with loving eyes.

Ji Mianmian felt that her stomach had finally eaten something edible. She ate three in one breath. Seeing that Murong Mian hadn't moved yet, she picked up one and put it to his mouth: "Eat it quickly. If you don't, I'll finish it in a while."

Murong Mian pinched her face and opened his mouth to bite the dumpling.

Ji Mianmian accidentally glanced at Mrs. Murong. She looked at Murong Mian with a nervous face.

She was puzzled. Murong Mian was eating dumplings, why was she nervous?

After Murong Mian took a bite, Mrs. Murong asked carefully: "Is it delicious?"

Murong Mian didn't say anything and chewed slowly. Ji Mianmian felt embarrassed and hurriedly said: "Delicious, delicious... so delicious..."

Murong Mian swallowed the food in his mouth and said lightly: "Yeah."

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

Ji Mianmian was confused. Murong Mian just said one word, and Mrs. Murong was so happy? She was so supportive just now, and kept saying that it was delicious, but she didn't see how happy she was.

Ji Mianmian stopped eating dumplings and secretly observed Mrs. Murong. Sure enough, her eyes were always on Murong Mian.

Ji Mianmian bit her chopsticks. What was going on? Why did she always dare to look at her husband?

Although she felt a little unhappy, Ji Mianmian was not a fool. Mrs. Murong's eyes looking at Murong Mian were obviously a kind of loving annotation, and she was definitely not secretly harboring ulterior motives or plotting anything.

Ji Mianmian sighed secretly. Forget it. This kind of kindness probably regarded Murong Mian as her own son.

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

Suddenly, the soft flesh on her face was pinched.

"What are you thinking about? Why don't you eat?"

Ji Mianmian raised her head and rubbed her face: "Nothing, I just think these dumplings are very delicious and better than what you make."

"Really? It seems that I have to pick up my cooking skills when I go back, otherwise you will dislike me."

The two talked and laughed, and Mrs. Murong felt bitter when she heard it.

Ji Mianmian ate with big mouthfuls, and soon finished a plate of dumplings. She touched her belly with satisfaction.

Murong Mian handed her a glass of lemonade, and she took it and drank two gulps.

Ji Mianmian asked: "Madam, this is not made by the maid, how can they make such authentic dumplings?"

Madam Murong smiled: "Just eat it if you like it. If you want to eat it, there will be more tomorrow."

Ji Mianmian licked the corner of her mouth, and suddenly she had an idea and asked: "That... this is not... this is not made by you, right?"

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