My wife is super cool

Chapter 98 No Explanation
Lu Jingmo spent most of the past few days discussing cooking skills with Xia Qingmiao in the back kitchen. Luo Ran, who was not yet in good health, sat on the small bench by the door and watched the two of them.

"Brother Luo Ran, try my steamed glutinous rice cake." Xia Qingmiao squatted in front of Luo Ran holding a plate of steamed soft and glutinous glutinous rice cake.

Lu Jingmo, who still had flour on his hands, followed him, and when he heard his words, he gently tugged his white and tender ears with his long fingers.

"You steamed it?"

Obviously it was she who made the noodles and made the model, but this person is only responsible for lighting the fire and chatting with Luo Ran.

Xia Qingmiao said without a trace of guilt: "I made the fire, but I steamed it."

"..."

Lu Jingmo: Are men so unreasonable?
"Yes, you steamed it." She picked up a piece of glutinous rice cake and fed it to Luo Ran who was watching the show with a smile.

Recently, these two people don't know whether they want to challenge her bottom line or what, they always sing against her.

Xia Qingmiao smiled triumphantly at Luo Ran.

His Highness had a cold face all day long, very boring.

So he and brother Luo Ran came up with this method, hoping that His Highness could have more expressions on his face.

He wiped the flour off his ears.

It turns out to be very effective.

After a plate of glutinous rice cakes was wiped out, Xia Qingmiao pestered Lu Jingmo to go out on the street, and Luo Ran agreed.

Although Lu Jingmo never liked to go to crowded places, both of her husbands wanted to go, so they followed their wishes.

The streets in Nanliguo are more prosperous than those in Hokuriku.

At this time, the sun was about to set, but the teahouses, taverns, pawnshops, and workshops on both sides of the street were still crowded with people, and there were many small vendors with big umbrellas in the open space on both sides of the street, buying various snacks. Almost every booth is full of people.

Xia Qingmiao looked eagerly at the steaming brown pancake in Lu Jingmo's hand, and her saliva almost flowed down the corner of her mouth.

"Your Highness, can I eat?"

Smelling the aroma of pancakes, he would die of hunger.

Lu Jingmo saw that he was really greedy and pitiful, so he gently tore off a small piece from the pancake, put it on his lips and blew it to dissipate the heat, and then fed it into his mouth.

Xia Qingmiao chewed impatiently, her big nimble eyes curled up in satisfaction.

Luo Ran, who was eating the snacks bought by Lu Jingmo, watched with a smile.

"Your appetite has just been adjusted. This cake is too greasy, so I won't feed you." Lu Jingmo looked at Luo Ran sideways, and said softly.

"I know." Luo Ran took out the yam cake she specially bought for him from the oil paper bag in her arms, and gently stuffed it into her mouth, the smile on her beautiful face never diminished.

"Jing Mo doesn't need to explain."

Lu Jingmo was stunned for a moment, and then his thin lips raised into a stunning arc, and the eyes of peach blossoms that were always calm and calm were shining. When he bit the pastry, he deliberately ground Luo Ran's fingertips with his teeth.

She was always considerate, so, between Xia Qingmiao and him, she was always afraid that she would ignore him.

Fortunately, he could understand what she was worried about.

A numb feeling came from the fingertips, Luo Ran blushed and pulled out her fingers.

"This is on the street, you... You should restrain yourself."

Even though her cheeks were blushing with shame, her voice was still gentle and gentle.

The smile on Lu Jingmo's lips deepened, and he handed the pancake that had dissipated the heat and was not so hot to Xia Qingmiao, who was holding her arm, and his slender fingers slowly took Luo Ran's smooth left hand under the cover of the long sleeve.

The afterglow of the evening sun lightly sprinkled on the three people walking side by side. The reflections on the ground intersected and merged continuously during the walking of the three people, and finally merged into the reflection of the person in the middle.

(End of this chapter)