Mo Jue stretched out his little hand and pointed murderously in the direction Luo Yunxiao left.

Muyan burst into laughter, "What kind of pretty boy? You little brat, you don't have any manners at all. This is my junior uncle."

As he said that, he even patted his little butt.

Why is this Mo Jue like Qi Huang, who always likes to call his junior uncle a pretty boy?

The emperor had never had his butt slapped before, and his blue eyes suddenly widened.

He glared at Muyan angrily, "You, don't be rude..."

Seeing his sullen face and puffed out cheeks, trying to release the pressure, Muyan couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Why does Mo Jue's angry and arrogant look look more and more like Di Ming Jue?

She couldn't help but kiss the white and tender face, and said with a smile: "Am I being rude?"

Mo Jue's little face turned red all of a sudden, but all the aura in his body was like a punctured ball, leaking out.

"Anyway, I hate that pretty boy!" He gritted his teeth, "Don't get too close to him!"

Muyan smiled even brighter, "Why? Is it because he is prettier than you?"

"Is he better-looking than me?" Mo Jue's whole body was about to explode, "You, you said you were not thinking of him just now!"

My appearance is unparalleled in the world. I am just a pretty girl. How can I be prettier than me?

Jun Muyan, are you blind?

Still want to climb the wall?!!!

Mo Jue's whole body was about to explode, if he were Di Ming Jue's body now.

You must knead this woman in your arms and toss her around fiercely to punish her.

Let her know who is the prettiest!!

When Muyan heard his angry accusation, she was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud, "Do you think the person I just talked about was my junior uncle? How could that be? I've never even seen my junior uncle cooking.

Okay."

She was silent for a moment, and the smile in her voice subsided, leaving only tenderness and a touch of sad longing, "I'm talking about my fiancé."

"When he was around me in the past, he would always cook for me a lot of delicacies. His cooking skills were very good. No matter how ordinary the ingredients were, they would turn into delicious dishes in his hands. But I

I was born with no talent in cooking..."

"Later, he and I were forced to separate, and I have never been able to see him again, and I have never tasted that delicious food again."

Muyan's voice was soft and indifferent, but it was like holding a rare treasure, caring for it gently, and remembering it carefully.

She didn't realize that as she narrated, the anger on Mo Jue's face had already disappeared.

It was completely replaced by a passionate emotion that seemed to overflow.

The hands at his sides were tightly clenched into fists, with veins looming.

The long eyelashes drooped, covering the turbulent distress and longing in the blue eyes.

"You want the first place reward in the chef competition, and I can help you get it?"

The child's voice is clear and tender, but has an undeniable hoarseness.

Muyan came back from her longing, and when she saw Mo Jue's determined look, she couldn't help but laugh out loud again: "Forget it! With your small body, it's not even sure whether you can hold a spatula.

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This time, Mo Jue was no longer angry. Instead, he put his arms around her neck and whispered in her ear: "No, I will give you whatever you want."

Muyan's heart jumped suddenly.
Chapter completed!