Mu Xingfeng took the file bag and stood up to go upstairs.

"Captain, haven't you eaten yet?" Liu Hu couldn't help but remind.

In the past few days, Mu Xingfeng has been like he doesn't know how to be hungry, and he won't think of eating until the servant calls in person or he reminds him by his side.

The servants are not here today, and he has just returned, so he must not have eaten without asking.

If it goes on like this, the iron body can't stand it.

"I'll go to the kitchen and see what's there," Liu Hu sighed.

Although he is not very good at cooking, it is better to have food than nothing.

"No need, I'll do it myself," Mu Xingfeng said and had already turned around, put the document bag in his hand on the table on the side, and entered the kitchen.

Liu Hu looked at the man's back and frowned.

Does his captain also cook? He's been around him for so long, never knowing he'll cook.

But that's fine, cooking should be a relaxation, it's better than always having that tendon in his head, he is really afraid that one day that tendon will break.

At this time, Mu Xingfeng stood in front of the stove, looking at the neatly arranged tableware and stoves, and a slender figure appeared in front of him.

He knew that he couldn't go down, that his little one was missing, maybe still suffering in some corner, waiting for him to find her.

Mu Xingfeng connected the boiling pot to the water, turned on the gas stove, and the only thing he made could eat was noodles.

The beef noodles are too complicated, he doesn't plan to make them, and a simple boiled egg noodles is still fine.

"Liu Hu, have you eaten it?"

The deep voice of the man in the kitchen, Liu Hu, who was pondering in the living room, was startled, and when he understood what the captain said to him, his heart jumped again.

When did the arrogant captain of his family become so down-to-earth? I even asked him if he had eaten it, and if he still had his share?

"Not yet," no matter what happened, Liu Hu still replied honestly.

"Hmm," another nasal voice came from the kitchen, followed by the sound of a knife cutting through a cutting board.

Liu Hu was really curious, and walked to the kitchen door with cat steps.

I saw Mu Xingfeng holding his sleeves high, cutting a tomato, and the pot on the stove was steaming, it should be boiling water.

Then, he saw a scene that he would never forget.

Mu Xingfeng put the tomatoes into the pot, took the noodles and threw them into the pot, frowned and thought about it for a while, as if he was assessing whether it was enough, and then threw the whole bag of noodles into the pot.

I brought a few more eggs, and Yiyi beat them in, and the whole process was done in one go, and even the noodles in the pot didn't move.

Liu Hu couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, no matter how much he cooked, he also knew that the eggs had to be beaten first, and the noodles had to be picked when they were put in, and if they were cooked like Mu Xingfeng, they might not necessarily be noodles, but they were likely to become porridge.

Mu Xingfeng didn't seem to be aware of it, until there was a gurgling sound in the pot.

Mu Xingfeng twisted his eyebrows and looked at the slimy half pot in the pot, poked it with chopsticks, and finally turned off the fire.

"Take the bowl and go." As he spoke, he walked out of the kitchen with the cooking pot first.

When passing by the door, Liu Hu glanced at the pot, and suddenly regretted what he had just said, not knowing that it was too late to say that he had eaten now.

Forget it, for the sake of the captain's own cooking, let's accompany his captain to eat a little, he didn't eat anything when he was a soldier in the field, and no matter how bad it is, it's also egg noodles, isn't it?

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