Mu Jingtian also sat at the dining table, while Chen Bo stood aside respectfully, without the intention of serving the table.

"Lao Chen, don't wait for the food. Come up and eat. Mu Jingtian said with a smile.

Uncle Chen's expression was hesitant, he thought that there was never a reason for a servant and a master to sit and eat together. And yesterday Mu Ze had already pulled him and broke this precedent. Mu Ze was still a child in his eyes, so he didn't care about it yesterday.

Mu Ze saw that Uncle Chen was still hesitating, so he got up again and pulled Uncle Chen to the table. Mu Jingtian saw his son's surprising behavior, and he felt a little satisfied.

The three of them enjoyed a leisurely breakfast.

Immediately, Mu Ze wiped his mouth with a cloth and shouted, "*, is the rice cereal ready?"

"It's coming, it's coming. Yuan Zi's calm voice came.

After a while, Yuan Zidan walked to the table with a seemingly hot porcelain jar in his hand.

No wonder she stayed up for so long, it turned out to be rice cereal made in a porcelain jar. Mu Ze saw Yuan Zidan lift the top of the porcelain jar with one hand, and hot steam suddenly came out of the jar. There are also refreshing sweet molecules in the steam, and suddenly a fresh aroma pours into the nose.

And Mu Ze stretched his neck and looked at the rice cereal in the jar, and the color of the rice cereal inside was also indifferent but bright.

"Don't you have an electric cooker at home? Mu Ze said in a complaining tone.

Yuan Zidan fanned the steam coming out with his hand, and said with a smile on his face: "For rice cereal boiled in a porcelain jar, the skills mastered by the heat are very important. The rice cereal boiled in the porcelain pot will retain the aroma of the rice and the integrity of the lotus root. It is very different from the color, shape, texture and taste of electric cookers. ”

Yuan Zidan stopped what he was doing, and said again: "And ......"

"Okay, okay, I know you know. Hurry up and serve me a bowl. Kisawa interrupted impatiently.

Mu Jingtian wiped the corners of his mouth and said, "If you don't understand, you have to learn, what is there to say." ”

"Cut..."Kisawa turned his head to the side and muttered, "Learn how to be a chef?" Then you shouldn't have sent me to A University, you should have gone to the Old Western Chef Academy. ”

Yuan Zidan held a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other hand to hold a bowl of rice cereal. Then he put it in front of Mu Ze, and his tone was full of pride in his cooking skills: "Young Master Mu, try it." ”

Mu Ze took a spoon and tasted it, and with a "whew", rice cereal suddenly came out of his mouth.

Yuan Zidan still had a faint smile on his face, as if he was not afraid that Mu Ze would spit out the rice cereal because she did not do well. She still opened her mouth and asked, "Young Master Mu, is it that I don't make it delicious?"

Mu Ze picked up the tablecloth and wiped his mouth, before he blew in his mouth and said, "Hot." ”

Mu Ze noticed the smile on Yuan Zidan's face, and always felt that she did it on purpose.

"Oh. Yuan Zidan put away the smile on his face, and hypocritically cared: "Then please ask Young Master Mu to wait for it to cool down a little before eating, otherwise I can help you blow it cold." ”

"No need. Looking at the hypocritical expression on her face, Kisawa almost suspected that she would spit in the bowl while blowing rice cereal.

"Give me a bowl too. "Mu Jingtian Dao.

Yuan Zidan put away the expression on his face and carefully took out a bowl. Respectfully sent it to Mu Jingtian and said, "Mr. Mu, be careful of scalding." ”

Mu Ze looked at her sideways, thinking to himself, why is this treatment and gap so big?

Mu Jingtian took a sip and praised: "Hmm." The cooking is really good. ”

Kisawa blew the heat in the bowl and couldn't wait to eat. Although Yuan Zidan's cooking is very delicious, it just doesn't taste like Yuen Long Long.

Mu Ze said vaguely, "Well, this is the second best rice cereal I've ever tasted." ”

Yuan Zidan heard Mu Ze say that this was the second best rice cereal he had ever eaten, and she was very curious about who made the first best rice cereal he had ever eaten. And she is confident in her cooking skills, thinking that that person is not necessarily as good as she does, it may be that Mu Ze has special feelings for that person. And Mu Jingtian was also present, so he couldn't make him feel that his cooking skills were poor. Then he opened his mouth and said, "I don't know who made the first delicious rice cereal that Young Master Mu has ever eaten?

Mu Ze remembered Yuen Long Lang, shook his head, and said lightly: "I'm afraid I don't have this opportunity." ”

Yuan Zidan showed a confused look, pretending to be sorry and asked, "Is that person gone?"

"Of course not. Mu Ze responded decisively. "It's that you're going to be fired. ”

Hearing Mu Ze's words, Yuan Zidan felt very incredible. Could it be that his cooking skills really can't get into his eyes?

"I'm going to be fired?"

Mu Ze looked innocent, and said lightly: "Yes, didn't you say what I want to eat, what you make is better than what I have eaten before? ”

"I ......" Yuan Zidan became speechless.

"Alright, Ozawa don't mess around. Mu Jingtian said.

Mu Ze showed a smug smile and stared at Yuan Zidan as he put a spoonful of rice cereal into his mouth. Mu Ze looked smug as if he was saying that you just burned me.

Yuan Zidan realized that Mu Ze was teasing himself, but because he was an employer, he didn't dare to say anything.

After breakfast, the house was visited by an uninvited guest. The doorbell rang at the door of the villa, and Uncle Chen went to the surveillance at the door to see that there were not many people.

Mu Jingtian frowned, and a displeased voice sounded: "Old Chen, who is it? Didn't I say that I didn't see any guests today?"

Chen Bo responded: "It's Wang Jinglin's family." ”

Mu Jingtian closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

Chen Bo understood it and went to open the door, and with a sound of footsteps and the sound of the door opening in the house, Wang Jinglin and his party walked in.

As soon as Wang Jinglin entered the door, he said with a smile: "Big brother, happy New Year." ”

Mu Jingtian responded lightly: "Isn't it the New Year?"

"Haha, yes. Wang Jinglin walked into the house, followed by Wang Xijing and Wang Xiyu, and a young woman, Mu Ze, who had not seen it.

Uncle Chen said on the side: "Mr. Wang, you sit." ”

Wang Jinglin sat on the sofa casually, and Mu Jingtian also walked over and sat opposite Wang Jinglin. Everyone else stood next to Wang Jinglin.

Wang Jinglin flattered: "Big brother, today I looked at the Spring Festival couplets that Xi Yu brought back, and let me find that you are really not old." ”

But Mu Jingtian's tone was very displeased: "Do you think I'm old?"