Stuttering Big Boss’s White Moonlight - Chapter 24-3

Cheng Chu raised her face and smiled, “You must be a mango lover, right?”

    She remembered that in her previous life, the most common fruit that the nanny at home bought was mango.

    Gu Miao raised his eyes in disbelief, and asked in a low voice, “You, what-you know?”

    A few rays of sunlight in the early morning reflected on the girl’s fair face, she supported her head with one hand, and her crescent moon smiled brightly in her eyes and replied, with a bit of cunning: “I just know.”

    “Oh, hurry up, I made it for the first time, I don’t know how it tastes?”

    She took out a small delicate box from her schoolbag and took out a fork from it and handed it to him.

    “Try it now.” The girl raised her face, her tender peach blossom eyes sparkling with hope.

    She always seemed to be able to control his mood so easily, making him live and die in just a few words.

    The delicate fork shone in the sun, and Gu Miao lowered his head and took it obediently.

    The mango pancake tastes good, and the sweet mango flesh neutralizes the slightly sweet cream.

    This is not a difficult dessert, and the ingredients used by Cheng Chu are not the most expensive.

    But Gu Miao felt that this was better than any delicacy and anything he had ever eaten.

    The sweetness seemed to flow down the throat into his stomach and gradually seep into his heart. His worries about gain and loss just now, the helplessness and loss, like the winter snow illuminated by the warm sun, all melted at this moment.

    The book on the table was blown a few times by the wind, and Zhou Ran suddenly stuck his head out and said with a smile, “What are you eating?”

    Cheng Chu looked at his smiling face, a little helpless, “Mango pancake, do you want to eat?”

    “Chuchu, I want to eat too.” Luo Qianqian came over.

    Gu Miao’s hands clenched tightly, and his dark eyes stared at the two of them calmly.

    But the two seemed to ignore his eyes completely, took the box away from his hand, and ate the remaining mango pancakes together.

    He pursed his lips and looked at Cheng Chu, his grievance seemed to be overflowing from his dark eyes.

    “Next time, I’ll cook it for you alone.” Cheng Chu.

    The air was filled with the sweet scent of cream, Gu Miao’s ears were red, his dark eyes flashed with contentment, and the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but bend.