C145 You Are Her Husband(2)

Mo Zifei kept praising them. While reminding them not to move, he kept touching and touching them.

She suddenly remembered that during this week, he always appeared and disappeared unpredictably. Could it be that he was preparing for this room?

She walked to his side and looked at his mature and steady smile. She suddenly felt that she was very childish.

"Thank you." Her words were full of gratitude. "Thank you for what you did for Tongtong."

"Silly." Zhang Teng held her hand, but she did not refuse.

Jiaang Xin was amused when she just walked in.

She saw four people each holding a model, and they were quarreling happily.

"Alright, alright. Let's start with the dough." Jiaang Xin clapped her hands and ended the argument.

"Okay!" The four of them raised their hands at the same time and looked at Jiaang Xin expectantly.

Jiaang Xin rolled her eyes at Mo Zifei speechlessly. He was already so old, but he was like a child in a kindergarten.

But when they made their move, she was completely stunned.

Not to mention that Mo Zifei kneaded a round and round dough as if it was a normal meal, Zhang Teng actually fermented the dough skillfully. She really did not dare to believe her eyes.

"Auntie, which one of them did well?" Mo Yang widened his eyes and looked at this and that.

Jiaang Xin thought to herself, Damn it.

Sure enough, the two men put down the work in their hands at the same time and looked at her.

Their eyes were shining brightly, as if they wanted her to decide who was better.

Cold sweat dripped down.

"Mom, what should we do next?" Tongtong suddenly pulled on her sleeve and held up a star model. "Are we going to put it on the model?"

Jiaang Xin felt as if she had been granted amnesty. She smiled at Mo Yang and said, "The two uncles did very well. I will leave the rest to you. Don't ruin the dough that uncle worked hard to make."

"I must make the best one!" Mo Yang was the first to jump up and say.

"Brother, you are too noisy." Mo Yue held a large pile of models and rolled her eyes at Mo Yang.

"Mom, you will be the first to taste what I made later." Tongtong looked at Jiaang Xin with anticipation.

Jiaang Xin nudged Tongtong with her nose. "As long as it is made by Tongtong, Mom likes it."

"Then for the sake of fairness, I'll let Tongtong use my dough. Only the two of us can use Young Master Zhang's dough." Mo Zifei wiped the sweat off the back of his hand, and his forehead immediately turned white.

Mo Yang and Mo Yue's eyes lit up. She ran to Zhang Teng's side and said, "Uncle, we are in the same group!"

"Then I..." Jiaang Xin was pulled by Tongtong and walked towards Mo Zifei.

Zhang Teng's eyes darkened and he smiled, "You will be the judge."

She stopped walking and saw Tongtong lowering his head in disappointment. She could not bear it and said, "This way, Tongtong will have one less person on his side."

"You will teach Mo Yue." Her tone was not one to refuse.

Tongtong quickly looked at Zhang Teng and lowered his head again.

While Jiaang Xin was hesitating, Mo Yue walked over and held her hands, "Auntie, are you not willing to teach me?"

"How can that be? Come, let's go over here." After saying that, she turned her head and looked at Tongtong. "Tongtong, you can do it. In the future, Mommy still wants to eat the biscuits you made."

Tongtong heard her and looked up. He smiled and nodded seriously. He ran to Mo Zifei's side.

Jiaang Xin brought Mo Yue to another material table and seriously taught Mo Yue. Occasionally when she looked up, she could always feel an invisible electric current between the two of them sizzling and even bursting with sparks.

She could not help but shake her head, man, your name is your opponent.

Finally, in the afterglow of the sun, the few of them finally waited for the long-awaited "Ding -"

The rich fragrance spread out little by little. Under the warm evening light, Jiaang Xin was a little absent-minded. Such a happy day, how good would it be if it could be preserved forever.

"Auntie, quick! Have a taste! Let's see who makes the delicious food!" Mo Yang looked at the various shapes of biscuits in front of him and urged.

Jiaang Xin thought for a while and placed the three plates of biscuits on the table in a triangle shape. "How about this, let's evaluate each other and then comment on ourselves, okay?"

Zhang Teng smiled and looked at her. Mo Zifei shrugged to show that it did not matter. Mo Yang bit his finger with some regret. Mo Yue and Tongtong raised their hands in agreement.

"Okay! Start eating!" Jiaang Xin clapped her hands and announced.

"Oh, this blue one has blueberries? The taste is so strange, hahaha, cough, cough! "Mo Zifei pointed at the biscuits that were only half gone and laughed as he choked.

Zhang Teng casually handed over a cup of water and Mo Zifei had a grateful look on his face.

Mo Yang was pleasantly surprised as he took another cup of coffee colored biscuits and passed it to Mo Yue, "This is delicious! Try it!"

Tongtong picked up a few biscuits in the shape of cubs and looked at Jiaang Xin with anticipation. "Mommy, this is all made by me. Quickly try it."

Jiaang Xin tasted a piece. It was crispy and crispy, with a strong taste of milk. She smiled and praised, "It's very delicious. Tongtong is really awesome!"

"I have seriously learned from Uncle Mo. Uncle Mo is super awesome!" The more Tongtong spoke, the more excited he became. His eyes even lit up.

She subconsciously looked at Zhang Teng and found that although he looked at Tongtong with a steady smile, she felt that there was an invisible darkness in his eyes.

Why was he looking at Tongtong like that?