My Goddess is a Cat

Nanmao sits on the sofa and drank yogurt seriously. The plan for the day lies in the morning. You must finish the yogurt before you can start your day's plan. So this is the first important thing every day. Do it seriously.

　　 Nanmao used a straw and didn't tear the plastic cover, so she didn't ask Tang An to lick the cover.

　　 Tang An doesn't care about her, and plans to go to the kitchen to take a look to see if Sang Mengmeng is really preparing breakfast.

　　 pushed open the kitchen door, filled with fragrance and water vapor, there was a beautiful back, Sang Mengmeng's long hair was pulled up, wrapped in a hair pocket, heavy. Tang An looked at her, remembering that every time her mother went into the kitchen to cook, it would not let her hair fall into the food.

Sang Mengmeng is wearing an apron. The belt of the apron is tied around her waist. It is thin, revealing a touch of slenderness. As a girl, this waist has the lightness of Yang Liu Yiyi, but it is in the waist that can be held. Under the extremities, the hip line suddenly became round and full. There is no bloatedness that is inevitable for mature women, but it is like a peach that has just turned pink, when it is firmly scented.

Sang Mengmeng was busy, picking up the pot, stirring with a spoon, lowering his head to add salt, pushing away the bangs sticking to his forehead, and tasting the saltiness, frowning, and adding a little Yan, looking serious, seems to be a woman who is really focusing on preparing breakfast for the family.

Every woman has a different beauty when she reveals a different side that she usually shows. Tang An likes women who can do housework seriously. There are very few girls like this now. They only I hope to ask for all kinds of pets as a matter of course, just want to enjoy the feeling of a little princess, but the requirements for men are getting higher and higher.

　　 A girl who really lives like a little princess, but willing to go to the kitchen to be busy, must be because she not only knows how to ask, but also knows what to do for others.

　　 Tang An looked at Sang Mengmeng, and felt that her serious appearance at this time was more suitable for her than the temperament revealed when wearing Hanfu or any other clothing, calm and quiet.

　　 "What are you looking at?" Sang Mengmeng said without looking back.

Tang An was slightly embarrassed and coughed slightly. She didn't expect that she would actually find out... Although she had peeped to take a bath, it was not the same thing. He was caught in front of her and looked at her behind her, and he felt ashamed of the opposite sex. The embarrassment of the heart.

　　 "I didn't expect that you could really get out of the hall and into the kitchen." Tang An exclaimed sincerely. Seeing her skillful appearance, she was definitely not just going into the kitchen.

　　 "What else?" Sang Mengmeng turned her head, blinked at Tang An, and turned her head back.

　　 One more sentence? Tang An was stunned for a moment, and one more sentence, could it be that he got his gums?

"You can get out of the hall, you can enter the kitchen, you can write codes, you can check viruses, you can kill a Trojan horse, you can overturn walls, you can drive a good car, you can afford a new house, you can fight your mistress, you can fight a gangster..." Sang Mengmeng muttered, then stopped, and looked back at Tang An.

　　 "What else?" Tang An couldn't help asking, he was a little familiar with this passage, and he often heard it often.

　　 "I learned a puppy..." Sang Mengmeng smiled.

　　 Tang An feels that facing Sang Mengmeng is more embarrassing than facing Zhang Yuying. After all, it is accustomed to talk casually with Zhang Yuying, but Zhang Yuying will not refer to women and dogs.

Sang Mengmeng is different. It seems that she doesn't mind being a little bitch. Such a girl is certainly the stunner that a boyfriend dreams of, but Tang An and Sang Mengmeng are not in this relationship, there is one. A feeling of being molested.

　　 "Well, you can do everything, you are the best." Tang An admired helplessly.

　　 "Come on, have a taste." Sang Mengmeng picked up a dumpling.

　　 Tang An went to get the chopsticks, but Sang Mengmeng refused to let him go, avoiding it, and stuffed Tang An’s mouth.

　　 Tang An had to open his mouth, but Sang Mengmeng retracted his chopsticks, blew the dumplings, and said: "Forget it, it's a bit hot..."

　　 It cooled a little, and Sang Mengmeng stuffed the dumplings over again, this time directly into Tang An’s mouth.

It seemed that there was still the dumplings with the smell of her breath. Tang An bite it lightly, but it was still a bit hot. The dumplings were thin, soft and soft, and after the skin was bitten, sweet soup overflowed. Moisturizing the tips of the lips, teeth, and tongue, and then bite, the meat inside seems to fall apart in the mouth, satisfying every taste bud.

　　 Tang An couldn't help but exclaimed, "It tastes exactly the same as the dumplings made by my mother. This is her exclusive secret recipe!"

Tang An is accustomed to eating the meals made by her mother. It can be said that if she becomes a chef, she can open a private restaurant famous in Zhonghai, which will make the most discerning diners full of praise. However, even if Tang An often joins in the fun in the kitchen He also didn't learn the three successful husbands of his mother's cooking, and she didn't tell Tang An carefully about many of the delicate skills. She didn't seem to care if Tang An could learn cooking well.

　　 "Yeah, haven't you learned it?" Sang Mengmeng was a little triumphant.

　　 Tang An nodded a bit jealously, really didn't learn...I thought I would never eat such a unique dumpling again, who knew that Sang Mengmeng could make the same taste as his mother.

　　 "Do you know why Aunt Tang taught me?" Sang Mengmeng took another dumpling and blew it to his mouth.

　　 "Why?" Tang An asked suspiciously, even his own son did not teach.

Sang Mengmeng stuffed the dumplings for Tang An to eat, and then said, "Didn't she tell you... If a man can cook~www.readwn.com~ then he can only be a cook, or go When working as a cook outside, it’s hard work to either return home or cook for the family? So, of course, as a mother, the cooking skills are only passed on to her future daughter-in-law, son, and some can be eaten. Learn how to do it."

　　 After finishing speaking, Sang Mengmeng smiled slightly, and looked at Tang An a little bit shyly.

Needless to say, the meaning in the words is too clear...or it is understood enough, Tang An has mixed feelings in his heart, not only has the warmth of selfish love for his mother, but also has many entanglements...Is the mother really Interested to match yourself with Sang Mengmeng?

　　 But if my mother really has this meaning, why hasn't she ever mentioned Sang Mengmeng with herself before, and has never revealed this aspect? She even recommended Sang Mengmeng to be Sang Mengmeng's assistant, she only heard from Sang Mengmeng.

　　 This kind of arrangement after leaving, being conveyed by another person, will more or less make Tang An feel that the credibility is not 100%.

　　 Tang An thought about his own business, and was fed three more dumplings by Sang Mengmeng unknowingly.

　　 Seeing the sweet smile on Sang Mengmeng's face, Tang An had to admit that there was indeed a feeling of heartbeat, but this sudden peach blossom encounter made Tang An feel a little unreal.

What Tang An hopes is only true, natural and simple emotions. Without this or that arrangement, it should be two people who don’t know each other, because they met for some reason, became familiar with each other, and had a good impression of each other. Then came together.

　　 Dumplings are delicious, Tang An thinks it’s better to have breakfast together.