"Yes, young master, what's wrong?" The servant nodded and asked Zhao Muze strangely.

The eldest young master's face seems to be a little ugly......

Listening to the maid's words, Zhao Muze's face turned pale, and his chest was also blocked.

"Ahem......" He couldn't help but cough lightly twice, and the expression on his mature face was a little embarrassed.

The arrogant sister who was loved by him since she was a child, now she cooks for the first time, but it is not for him.

It's for Ji Mushen......

This kind of taste made him a little unacceptable for a while.

"Young Master, are you alright?" Seeing him coughing, the servant on the side showed concern.

Zhao Muze waved his hand and didn't say anything more, but looked at the busy figure in the kitchen with a somewhat distressed expression.

My heart suddenly felt a little sour......

My sister, who has been hurting for so many years, suddenly has a man she hates in her eyes, and he, who is the eldest brother, suddenly has an extremely complicated mood.

……

In the kitchen, Zhao Wanyi was carefully washing the freshly cut chicken pieces, putting them into the pot of soup, and putting some blood-replenishing red dates and other foods, then poured water, covered the lid, and simmered.

After simmering for a while, a faint fragrance wafted through the kitchen.

Zhao Wanyi lowered her head and sniffed the smell, with a satisfied smile on her face.

In her previous life, her legs were paralyzed, and after she was disfigured, she never went out, and stayed in Ji Mushen's big house all day long, and then learned some cooking skills by herself, at that time Ji Mushen saw that she was interested in cooking, so she invited back the master to come back and teach her cooking, so her current cooking skills are actually quite good.

……

Second floor.

Ji Mushen slowly woke up in the quiet bedroom, it was dark outside, and the light rain was still falling.

In the room, only a small lamp with a warm color is lit.

The moment he woke up, the man frowned and subconsciously looked to his side.

The surroundings were empty, and the people around them were gone.

His heart tightened, and his cold face instantly became cold.

He pursed his thin lips, lifted the quilt suddenly, and was about to get out of bed when there was a sudden noise outside the door.

Then, the door was gently pushed open, and a beautiful little face entered.

"Are you awake?" She was startled when she saw that he had sat up, then pushed the door open and walked in with the tray of soup bowls.

Ji Mushen sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her with his eyes, and asked with concern.

"Where?" The grim face is full of danger, and ordinary people will feel a little afraid when they see it.

But at this time, Zhao Wanyi didn't care about the chill on the man's body at all, but showed him a warm smile, and then came to the bed with the bowl of soup.

"I woke up early and went to make a bowl of soup." She stopped beside him with the soup and said softly.

When her words fell, a look of surprise crossed Ji Mushen's face, and then he lowered his eyes and glanced at the bowl of soup on the tray that was still steaming.

Her little face was illuminated by the light of the lamp, and it was as warm as her smile at this time.

The man's gaze paused on her face, and after a moment, he moved his thin lips and asked her in a low voice.

"Did you boil?" There was a hint of inconspicuous joy in his low voice.

This girl didn't even want to make a cup of tea for him, but now she made soup for him with her own hands.