160 Chapter 160 Lingering
Su Xiangwan chuckled, but didn't care, and turned back to the bedroom.
A few minutes later, she moved all her few things out of the bedroom, and even took the Kumamon away with her.
You are not allowed to enter Mu Beiting's bedroom casually, right?
OK!
Beg her she doesn't want to go yet.
I re-selected a guest room with the best light, moved my things in, and tidied them up without any haste.
More than half an hour later, Su Xiangwan nestled on the small sofa, lowered his head and began to paint his nails seriously.
The color of the tomato red I chose is a bit orange and red, which is very beautiful.
It took less than 20 minutes, and the ten light-white fingers were painted neatly.
Su Xiangwan nodded in satisfaction.
nice.
It seems to be more suitable for the role of Haitang.
Tighten the nail polish, and look at his ten toes sticking out of the slippers.
How about getting a toenail done tomorrow, the kind that lasts for a month or two.
Forget about the ones on your hands, after all, not every character can paint their nails as they like.
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After the nail polish dried, Su Xiangwan pulled out a pink long sweater and changed into it a little depressed.
There is no way, she just has such a set of long home clothes.
Now that it's been torn apart, how can I wear it.
After changing it, I looked in the mirror.
The neck is fine, but when the hair is covered, I can hardly see anything.
But there were a few pink marks on her thighs that couldn't be covered up, and there was nothing she could do about it.
At five o'clock in the evening, Su Xiangwan was a little hungry.
With his hands in his pockets, he went downstairs in his slippers.
I wanted to find Rong's mother, but I couldn't find anyone, so I went to the kitchen by myself.
The head chef immediately stopped what he was doing and said respectfully, "Madam..."
Su Xiangwan smiled slightly and asked, "What's for dinner tonight?"
"This is tonight's menu, madam, please have a look. Besides, if there is anything else you want to eat, madam, just ask."
"Can I make pickled fish?"
Su Xiangwan spoke warmly, with a glutton in his stomach.
The head chef nodded and said, "Of course."
Su Xiangwan thought for a while: "Hmm...I still want to eat spicy crayfish."
"Okay, we..."
"Master doesn't like to eat that kind of junk food!"
Before the head chef finished his words, a female voice interrupted the head chef's words.
Su Xiangwan turned his head to look, and couldn't help rolling his eyes.
This Han Jiaqing is really haunted.
Han Jiaqing came over with a pair of high heels, snatched the notebook from the chef's hand, glanced at it and said, "Young master won't eat such unclean things, and I don't like pickled fish either!"
The chef was a little embarrassed for a while, seeing this scene, he didn't know how to speak.
Su Xiangwan said lightly, "What Mu Beiting likes to eat and what I want to eat don't seem to have anything to do with each other, do they?"
Han Jiaqing's voice was sharp: "How can there be no relationship! Everything you eat, live, and use belongs to your husband. Naturally, you should consider everything from your husband's point of view!"
Su Xiangwan felt speechless for a while.
It's rare that she had a day off today and has a good appetite.
I didn't expect such an unpleasant sight.
Han Jiaqing glanced at her and said braggingly, "Make a Saint-Jacques scallop. The young master praised the scallop here as the freshest and tender. I'm sure I'd like to eat it."
"Let's make another bouillabaisse soup. The young master always drinks a small bowl of soup after meals. It's the most comfortable..."
"There's also this matsutake foie gras, let's have one too. The young master probably hasn't eaten for a long time."
Han Jiaqing rattled off a bunch of French dishes.
Although he didn't know if Mu Beiting liked it, Su Xiangwan lost his appetite when he heard it.
She really only wants to eat pickled fish and spicy crayfish. She wants to eat this kind of food with a stronger taste, and she is not interested in French food.