Aunt Zhang glanced at her, and naturally did not expose this obvious lie.

Soon the fragrant and delicious chicken broth was served. Xia Rujin happily drank the chicken soup made by Aunt Zhang.

Suddenly, Xia Rujin asked, "Aunt Zhang, what does uncle like to eat and drink?"

This simple question blinded Aunt Zhang.

She hesitated for a long time: "Eat?...... The eldest young master eats everything. Nothing particularly like to eat. Drink ...... He seems to like to drink some red wine, but not much. Coffee seems to be ok too. There is a bit of ...... to drink black tea."

Xia Rujin listened to Aunt Zhang's self-talk with black lines on her face.

As far as she knows, Aunt Zhang has been in the Leng family's old house for a long time, how can she not know what Leng Muhan likes to eat and drink?

However, looking at Leng Muhan's usual appearance, it is normal for Aunt Zhang not to know his preferences.

Besides, she seriously suspected that Leng Muhan was a cleanliness weirdo. Otherwise, as soon as she came on the first day, Leng Muhan personally cooked a meal for her.

It's not good, Leng Muhan used to cook for himself when he was free. So it's normal for Aunt Zhang not to know what he likes to eat.

Xia Bijin had no choice but to ask: "Does Uncle usually like to eat Chinese food or Western food?"

Aunt Zhang answered this question very decisively: "Of course it's Chinese food! Can Westerners eat that thing? It's not nutritious at all." ”

She also happily added: "The eldest young master likes to eat the pig's trotter soup I make the most." ”

Bite~~~

Xia Rujin sounded a pleasant bingo sound in his head.

Got it.

Leng Muhan actually likes to drink pig hoof!

Xia Rujin pressed the excitement in her heart and pretended not to care about the pig's trotter soup method.

Aunt Zhang usually doesn't have a chance to talk much when she works, but today she sees Xia Rujin like a curious baby, and she can't wait to tell all the gossip she usually stores.

The old and the young chatted for an hour quickly, until finally Xia Bijin saw that the time was almost up, and hurriedly drove Aunt Zhang back to rest.

Aunt Zhang doesn't live at home, but lives in a small house next to the villa.

Aunt Zhang was worried and told a lot before leaving.

Xia Rujin waved Aunt Zhang away and quickly ran into the kitchen. She made up her mind to surprise Leng Muhan.

"Uncle saved me, and I am thanking me for this. It's nothing. Xia Rujin muttered to herself.

She opened the refrigerator and sure enough, she found a whole fresh one—pig's trotters!

Chubby, meaty...... Forehead......

She really couldn't imagine how Leng Muhan liked to drink pig's trotter soup. She heard that this thing is used by women in confinement to give milk......

Belch...... I can't think about it, and if I imagine it again, I can't look directly at Leng Muhan's chest.

Because she'll want to be crooked......

Xia Bijin hurriedly recalled the steps taught by Aunt Zhang.

Cut into cubes - blanch - fry -

Wait, wait...... In the first level, Xia Rujin was confused.

Now who will tell her, how can this pig's trotter be chopped so much?

Looking at the white pig's trotters on the board, Xia Bijin felt like he was at the scene of a murder, and he was dismembering the "corpse".

I can't look at it anymore, and the more I look at it, the more disgusting I feel.

Xia Rujin held a kitchen knife, closed his eyes to the pig's trotters, and slashed down with all his might......

"Ahhh......h

"It's scary, it's scary!"

"Scalded...... scalded"

"Oh my God, what's going on?"

“......”

The maids A and B, who lived in a small bungalow not far from the villa, heard strange noises coming from the villa in the middle of the night.

"Do you want to go and see?" the maid Xiao A hesitated.

"No, I don't feel like anything is wrong...... "The maid Little B is obviously lazy.

The two finally decided to take a look, after all, this huge villa was the ward of the young master of the gold lord.

There was an accident before, and now that there is an accident again, the two of them suspect that they will be thrown out of the villa like garbage by Leng Muhan.

When the maid AB arrived at the villa, she saw that the kitchen was smoky and burning, Xia Rujin had messy hair, and her pink bunny pajamas were splashed with a lot of suspicious black spots.

"Little Miss, what are you doing without resting?"

The maid asked Little A.

"Nothing, nothing, you go and rest!

Xia Bijin saw the two coming, as if the thieves had been caught, and quickly drove them away.

Time finally passed slowly, late at night......

The rustle of cars across the asphalt road came evenly, breaking the silence of the night.

Leng Muhan drove the car into the garage and slowly walked into the villa.

With a solemn expression and a hint of tiredness, he searched the so-called Ao Xiang Group Company all night, but found that the more he investigated, the more complicated it became, and several of his most shrewd and capable subordinates raided all night and found that only the tip of the iceberg was dug out.

This so-called Ao Xiang Group is like a monster hidden in the dark, quiet, but it makes people feel that it is not good.

Everything has to be investigated......

Leng Muhan thought as he walked, opened the door with an electronic lock, and he suddenly felt that there was something different at home.

There was a burning smell in the air, a stench of pork...... There are also seven, seven, eight, eight......

He swept his eyes and saw that the kitchen was still lit. He immediately strode over.

Aunt Zhang must have forgotten to turn off the gas stove...... Leng Muhan's footsteps suddenly stopped at the kitchen door.

He saw a fluffy rabbit head lying on its stomach on the small dining table in the kitchen.

Under the hood of the stuffed rabbit is a messy pile of black hair. It's summer.

Leng Muhan pushed her and frowned: "Get up." What are you doing here?"

The rabbit's head shook, and an unexplained sound of "woo-woo-woo" came from inside.

Leng Muhan lifted Xia Nijin's hood, revealing Xia Nijin's face that was flushed with sleep.

"Uncle...... You're back?"

Xia Rujin rubbed his eyes and asked.

She was so tired and waited for a long time. Thinking about it, she subconsciously looked at the clock on the wall.

One o'clock in the morning!

Xia Rujin remembered something, and turned his head to look at Leng Muhan: "Uncle, are you working overtime?"

Leng Muhan pulled out a chair and sat down, pulled his collar and nodded. He did work overtime today, and he became more and more upset.

Tiredness appeared on his face, and he looked at Xia Rujin: "Why are you doing in the kitchen if you don't have a good rest?"

This sentence reminded Xia Rujin.

Xia Rujin jumped up suddenly: "Uncle, you do a good job, I made you a love supper." ”

Her sleepiness was swept away, and she hurried to the gas stove to serve the "love pig's trotter soup" she had made all night.

Leng Muhan looked at her with a slight frown, not understanding what she was doing.

When a bowl of black love supper was placed in front of him, Leng Muhan understood why Xia Yijin was in the kitchen.

Dare to love this little girl who swore to be a salted fish and wanted to make supper for him.

Xia Rujin looked eagerly at Leng Muhan's indifferent and handsome face that had not changed for thousands of years, trying to see any surprise expression.

But she was doomed.

Leng Muhan's face had no expression.