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She knew that he was jealous.
She knew that he got upset every time Gong Zeli was mentioned.
Why did she have to be honest with him?
Couldn’t she lie to him?
He couldn’t really ask Madam Gong, anyway.
“He and Madam Gong were just angry at each other. I called him to give him a way out.” Qiao Mianmian glanced at Mo Yesi’s expression and deliberated over her words. “I just conveyed Madam Gong’s intention. It was Madam Gong who spoke to him.”
This meant that Gong Zeli agreeing to go back had nothing to do with her.
It wasn’t because of her.
Hence, she hoped that a certain jealous lover wouldn’t get jealous again.
“That’s all?”
She didn’t know if Mo Yesi believed her, but she could tell from his tone.
As for his expression, it seemed a little better than before.
Mo Yesi let go of her and opened the lunchbox, taking out a green bean cake.
The lunchbox was heat-insulated, so the green bean cake was still warm.
Under Qiao Mianmian’s expectant gaze, Mo Yesi took a bite of the cake.
“How is it, is it good?” Qiao Mianmian blinked and waited for his comment.
“Mim.” Mo Yesi swallowed the food and smiled. “The sweetness is just right, not bad.”
Qiao Mianmian was instantly happy. “I know you don’t like it too sweet, so I added just a little sugar. I didn’t want to add any sugar at first, but I felt that it wouldn’t taste good if I didn’t add any sugar at all.”
Mo Yesi had eaten all sorts of delicacies, so Qiao Mianmian’s culinary skills naturally couldn’t compare to those chefs who had served him before.
But he felt that his wife’s pastries were the best in the world.
After Mo Yesi got off work, Qiao Mianmian was discussing with him what to eat for dinner when someone from the Mo Residence called.
It was Uncle Zhang.
Qiao Mianmian watched as Mo Yesi picked up the call..
