There is something wrong with my Omega ex-wife [GL] [MTL]

Chapter 131

    In the early summer of June, the lotus opened a pond and swayed with the wind.

    When Yu Mo looked out through the glass door on the side of the Chinese kitchen, he could see the pink and green of the pool. The breeze shook the lotus leaves and flowers, and you could feel the coolness of the pond from the distant Yumo.

    Today is the second day that Yu Mo and Shen Shuyu moved to a new house to start the sweet world of the young couple.

    The joy of housewarming, it is inevitable for friends to gather together.

    Yu Mo even cooks himself, sharpening the new knives, and showing off his cooking skills to Wei Lai, Feng Ruoyu and others.

    The running water clashed, the green vegetables were washed clean by the water, and water drops were hung in the green.

    Shen Shuyu has always kept his fingers away from the sun, but today he is also very active. But how dare Yu Mo let her use the knife, he could only arrange for her to help herself out, wash a dish and put on a plate or something.

    Although it is said that things like washing vegetables can be done by the servants at home, when Shen Shuyu is washing the vegetables while watching Yu Mo busy cutting the vegetables, she can't say that she is satisfied.

    There are always things that others can't do for yourself.

    Helping his wife wash the vegetables, watching his wife cook a large table of delicious meals for the guests.

    This is the honor that belongs to both of them, and it is also the warmth that belongs to both of them.

    It feels more at home.

    Thinking about this, Shen Shuyu finished washing the vegetables that he gave him the last thing, and put them in a sieve to drain the water for later use.

    The yellow-white casserole on the side clicked, and the rich and mellow taste of chicken soup floated out of it.

    Shen Shuyu sniffed gently, it was Yang Eyuan's exclusive taste.

    The sunlight hits from the glass door on one side, hitting Yu Mo, who is wearing a pink and white striped apron, standing in front of the casserole.

    The lacing tied her waist, tightly gripped.

    Perhaps it is the effect of the stripes, and the softness of the small handful is also enlarged.

    The light softened the sharp edges and corners of Yu Mo's face. Holding the red-brown wooden spoon in her hand, she gently blew the soup that had just been scooped out of the casserole, her eyebrows and eyes were demure.

    Shen Shuyu roughly wiped his hands, and couldn't help but surround Yu Mo from behind.

    The strong chicken broth adds the flavor of sea salt caramel, which makes it even more delicious.

    Shen Shuyu dropped her chin on Yu Mo's shoulder, rubbed her sensitive ears, and said: "It smells good."

    Yu Mo's hand holding the spoon almost couldn't hold it firmly. A few drops of chicken soup fell into the slightest again. In a boiling casserole.

    She felt the sultry breath of the people behind her, and patted Shen Shuyu's hand around her waist softly, "Sister, don't make trouble."

    Shen Shuyu touched the silent ear again, shamelessly. He asked like: "Where am I?" The goose-feather-like teasing made Yu Mo's heart tingle for a while.