บท 1189: How did you treat second brother's mother?

Tang Ji 'an poured her some osmanthus wine and glanced at her. I have a nanny. I just don't like people living with me. Otherwise, I have many servants in my house. I don't need to cook, and my wife doesn't need to cook either.

"Oh, that's good, that's good." Mu Mian gave a fake smile.

Tang Ji 'an took a bite of the noodles, and his brows relaxed. "The taste is not bad."

"Is there anyone who praises themselves like you?" mu Mian pouted.

Tang Ji 'an looked at her, and mu Mian also took a deep breath. To be honest, it was really not bad. The saltiness was just right, and the hardness and softness were just right. Even the eggs were a little bit heart-wrenching.

As a bowl of noodles, it was considered qualified.

"Yes, Yingluo is Yingluo. She's not bad."

Tang Ji 'an responded softly, his tone rising slightly at the end. He seemed to be in a good mood.