"I ......" Mu Qingyang was about to say something, but unexpectedly, the old man had already put a hand on her ear.

"It hurts!" Mu Qingyang quickly pressed his hand on the old man's hand.

No one has treated her like this since she was a child, and this sudden surprise made her feel a little surprised!

"Let's go. His voice was faint, but the hand on her Mu Qingyang's ear did not have the slightest intention of relaxing.

"Go, go, but you let go first!" she grinned in a small struggle.

"Then don't hurry! I'm already hungry!" he said, pressing the hand on her ear lightly on his stomach.

"It's not a pill with a full stomach, what else to eat...... Mu Qingyang hurriedly rubbed his ears, and couldn't help muttering a few words in a low voice.

"What did you say?" The old man, who had already walked to the front, suddenly turned around, as if he was asking seriously.

"No, I didn't say anything!" Seeing this, Mu Qingyang hurriedly waved his hand again and again.

……

With the original ingredients in the kitchen, Mu Qingyang quickly prepared a simple meal of two dishes and one soup.

"It's still a hot meal!" the old man had almost covered all the dishes, and after he had eaten and drunk enough, he patted his stomach gently.

"It's done?" Mu Qingyang thought about the anesthetic in his heart, and hurriedly asked.

"What do you say?" the old man replied with disdain.

"Then you don't need to say, who are you! You must have done a good job!" Listening to his tone, Mu Qingyang suddenly felt a little sure in his heart, and he unconsciously slapped his ass as he spoke.

The old man listened, and the corners of his mouth slightly hooked up a beautiful arc, and what she said was quite good.

"It's just that after a few days, there must be a lot of wrinkles on my face, as well as these dark circles, and ......" he said while a hand was already on his face, and the expression actually showed a very "heartbroken" look.

"Okay!" She just couldn't stand his appearance, but knowing that what he cared about most was his own face, Mu Qingyang suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and quickly stopped his words.

"After a while, I'll make you a face, and then you go to get a good night's sleep, and get up early tomorrow morning, so that your face is radiant!"

"Make a face?!" the old man tilted his head, and some did not understand what she meant.

"It's a mask, it's a ...... You don't understand it, anyway, it's a thing that will be good for your skin and will make you look younger and more beautiful. At this time, she couldn't say clearly, so she could only explain it like this.

"Really?" Although he couldn't understand what Mu Qingyang said, the sentence "become young and beautiful......" made his eyes light up!

……

When a layer of sticky stuff was applied to his face, the old man couldn't help but raise the corners of his eyebrows.

He couldn't believe that she had just used some flour, eggs, honey or something to make a bowl of thick paste, which would have been applied to his face!

"Don't move!" Seeing him raise his eyebrows, Mu Qingyang hurriedly spoke.

"Girl...... You...... It won't be in ...... Fool...... I...... "......The old man thought, and as he spoke, there was a feeling of being frozen in his mouth.

"You'll find out in a moment. It's useless to say more, Mu Qingyang said with firm confidence, and for a while she just wanted to use facts to illustrate a thing.