Jian Yu touched her shriveled abdomen and sighed softly. Although Meng Zhilei's homecoming banquet was comparable to the Manchu and Han banquets, she had no appetite at all, and she only ate a few bites after eating a meal, and she had already digested it.

Hey, there you have it!

Jian stood up and ran into the kitchen like a gust of wind.

The cook is standing in front of the oven, taking out a drawer of golden pineapple buns. The closer it is, the sweet and rich fragrance is even heavier, and the hook is very moving.

She smiled and said, "Are you preparing a supper for Mr. Meng?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Sister Qin, the cook, replied respectfully.

"Won't it be too greasy to eat pineapple buns at night, or I'll make a few light and refreshing soups to match. Jian Yu rolled his eyes and said tentatively.

Since her mother fell ill, she was depressed and had no appetite, so Jian Yu changed her way of cooking every day, and she actually practiced a good cooking skill, although she was not as good as a chef, but she was also praised by many relatives and friends.

It is said that if you want to tie a man's heart, you must first keep his stomach.

"Cooking soup, I'm afraid it will take a long time?" Sister Qin looked at the hands of the clock on the wall, and it was already pointing to nine o'clock.

"No, 30 minutes is definitely good. Jian Yu said confidently.

"But the gentleman is used to drinking coffee. ”

"Coffee? that's not good, it affects sleep. Jian Yu rolled his eyes, "Otherwise, you prepare one according to his previous taste, and I prepare one according to my method." So, nothing!"

The cook just wanted to say something bad, but suddenly remembered that the housekeeper said that she could not disobey her wife, so she smiled and said, "Mrs. is really thoughtful, so let's do what Mrs. says." ”

"Let's get started!"

Jian Yu remembered that Meng Jingchen hadn't eaten a few bites at the homecoming banquet, and he must have been hungry.

But it's already nine o'clock, and eating too greasy will be difficult to digest, which will affect sleep and health. If you want to eat well and be healthy, it is best to have a light and refreshing Chinese dish. Although Chinese dishes with pineapple buns are a bit nondescript, it is better than coffee.

After making up her mind, Jian Yu took out a two-finger-wide piece of lean meat from the refrigerator, minced ginger, corn starch, egg whites and a small amount of light soy sauce to chop it into pearl-sized balls, and added green cabbage leaves to water to make a soup.

After a while, a bowl of fragrant and tender green vegetable ball soup was ready. While there was still time, Jian Yu made two side dishes according to the existing ingredients in the refrigerator, a plate of carrot slices and lilies fried cashew nuts, and a plate of cold black fungus.

"Mrs. is really ingenious, it's just ......" Seeing this, Sister Qin praised it, but hesitated a little.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, as long as it is made by his wife, Mr. Meng will definitely like it. Sister Qin said complimentally.

Anyone who is in the face of good food will give up resistance. Jian Yu smiled proudly: "That's nature, I'll call him." ”

"Sir, I am accustomed to having supper in the small hall outside the study, so I'll serve it for you." ”

"No, I'll do it myself. ”

How can you let others do it for you with such a thing of asking for merit and rewards? A sly glint flashed in Jian Yu's eyes, and he picked up the carefully arranged food and walked to the second floor.

In the study, Meng Jingchen was concentrating on the documents in front of him. When he heard a knock at the door, he said, "Come in." ”

When I heard someone coming in, I still didn't raise my head, and I used to say, "Put it down." ”

Jian Yu put the dinner plate on the small table in the outer room, glanced at the inner room, and couldn't see Meng Jingchen's figure through a row of bookcases to the top, and was hesitating how to speak, when he heard a light and cool voice from inside, saying, "Mrs. ......."

"I'm here!" Jian Yu thought he was calling out to himself, and hurriedly responded.

Meng Jingchen's hand holding the pen paused slightly, and he just wanted to say if his wife had eaten it, when he saw Jian Yu turn out from behind the bookcase with a smile.

"What do you command me when you call me?"

That flattering smile is really spicy.

Meng Jingchen frowned slightly, "Why are you here?"

"The cook helped you prepare a supper, and I didn't have anything to do anyway, so I helped her bring it up. ”

Meng Jingchen glanced at her, got up and walked to the outer room, his eyes falling on the small table with food.

Golden pineapple buns, red and white fried cashew nuts, verdant meatball soup, and black and shiny cold fungus, the color of this table is indeed brilliant.

Perceiving Meng Jingchen's gaze, Jian Yu hurriedly said like a treasure: "Your supper." Sister Qin originally prepared coffee and pineapple buns for you, I don't think it's good to eat at night, so I prepared a few home-cooked stir-fries for you, of course, if you don't like it, just put it away. ”

Jian Yu noticed that an unclear look flashed on Meng Jingchen's calm face, and his heart beat a drum.

I guess the sycophant slapped the horse's leg again.

"Oh?" Meng Jingchen walked to the table, and there was no joy or sorrow in his voice.

"Meatball soup, cold black fungus, fried cashew nuts, I don't know what you like to eat, so I made some casually. ”

"You did it?"

Meng Jingchen was not disgusted, and seemed to be quite interested. This made Jian Yu very encouraged, pointed to the dishes on the table, and said: Take the lean meat, minced ginger, and small balls made of eggs, and then mix them with green vegetables to make soup, which is light and refreshing and easy to digest, and it is the best for supper. Chilled black fungus, nourishing blood, stomach, clearing lungs and moisturizing dryness, anti-cancer, delaying aging, improving immunity; carrot fried cashew nuts, supplementing a variety of trace elements, replenishing qi and nourishing, and growing strong ......"

The clear, pleasant, implied triumphant voice abruptly stopped.

Give some color and open a dye shop, and if you can't speak, you will hold back, and you will almost get into trouble!

Meng Jingchen's eyes flickered slightly, falling on Jian Yu's face, and asked in a low tone, "What is strong?"

Jian Yu wanted to bite her tongue and kill herself, embarrassed with a smiling face, "It's all nutritious and refreshing dishes, and it strengthens the body." ”

Meng Jingchen took a step closer, although his expression was faint, the invisible coercion made her breathless.

Jian Yu felt that the smile on his face was a little stiff, but when he thought of tomorrow's interview, he could only meet his gaze.

"Really?" his voice suddenly took on a hint of playfulness.

Jian Yu's scalp tightened, and the alarm bell sounded in her heart.

If you can't speak, you will hold back, and if you don't speak, you won't die, just invite someone to eat, and sell some nutrition. It's just looking for death!

Meng Jingchen took another step closer, and the two were originally not far away, and one step closer, the distance between the two was only half a meter.

The room was so quiet, I could hear each other's breathing. No, it was the sound of her breathing. Because of nervousness, Jian Yu involuntarily became short of breath.

The light of her eyes, as deep as an ancient well, locked her gaze, as if it had an invisible magnetic field that could swallow everything in her eyes. Jian Yu was embarrassed and wanted to escape, but her body seemed to have become an old rusty machine, and she didn't obey the call and stayed in place.

Oh my God, what kind of person is this, a look that makes him stiff like a ghost pressing the bed.

No, this man is more terrible than a ghost press. The ghost press bed is at least in a dream, this person is alive, and people feel oppressed all the time.

"Sit down!" the cold voice sounded again.