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At night.

Outside the kitchen of the Zhao family, several servants were surrounding the door, looking at the person who was in the kitchen with a knife in surprise and worry.

The servant reminded worriedly.

"Miss, you'd better rest, let's do it......"

As soon as the servant's words were finished, Zhao Wanyi raised the knife in her hand!

……

- Bump! Touch!

……

The chicken on the cutting board was cut into several pieces, Zhao Wanyi looked at it, and was still a little dissatisfied, so she raised the knife again.

The servants outside the kitchen were shocked by this scene, and their eyes widened.

"What's going on?" At this moment, a calm voice suddenly came.

Zhao Muze came to the door of the kitchen and looked at the group of servants standing at the door with a puzzled expression.

"Young Master, Miss, she ......" The maid showed a look of embarrassment.

Hearing this, Zhao Muze was puzzled, so he followed to the door of the kitchen.

At this time, there were several more noises in the kitchen.

Zhao Muze turned his head to look and saw that his sister, who was delicate and couldn't even lift a little heavy object on weekdays, and had no power to restrain the chicken, was chopping chickens in the kitchen.

That gentle and well-behaved face was full of concentration at this time.

"......" Zhao Muze's mature face was full of shock, and he couldn't believe his sister in the kitchen.

On weekdays, my sister is delicate, her shoulders can't resist and she can't lift her hands, let alone heavy work, and she has never poured a cup of tea by herself, let alone entered the kitchen.

But at this time, her figure of Mali, who was busy in the kitchen, was completely different from her usual delicate appearance.

Zhao Muze turned his head and asked the maid with a surprised expression.

"What's going on?"

"Miss, she just went downstairs, and she asked us for a chicken, saying that she wanted to boil chicken soup, and she didn't let us interfere, saying that our cooking skills were not good." The servant said with some grievances.

As soon as he heard that his sister, who couldn't cook, wanted to boil chicken soup, Zhao Muze's face showed puzzlement again.

"Chicken soup?"

But in a blink of an eye, looking at his sister's busy figure, Zhao Muze's face was a little more relieved and joyful.

"Wanyi has finally grown up."

He subconsciously thought that the reason why his sister was boiling soup was because he didn't think about his sister's affairs these days, so his sister cooked for him.

Thinking of this, the joy on Zhao Muze's face was indescribable for a while.

My sister, who has been hurting for so many years, finally knows that I feel sorry for him as a big brother.

He was impressed.

Just when Zhao Muze was immersed in his sister's love for him, the maid's voice rang out again.

"Yes, Miss said Mr. Ji...... No, it's my uncle, my uncle was injured and bled a lot, so I have to make up for it. I really couldn't see it before, but the young lady turned out to be a good wife. ”

They all thought that after the young lady married Ji Mushen, she must be unable to be at peace.

But I didn't expect that this was just getting married, and the young lady who used to be dead and alive all day suddenly became gentle, and she smiled gently and gently, not to mention that she knew how to feel sorry for her newlywed husband.

It seems that their young lady has finally figured it out, Aunt Ji is outstanding everywhere, except for her bad temper, she has nothing to say about Miss.

The servant's voice fell, and Zhao Muze, who was still smiling with relief, suddenly stopped with a smile on his face......

He turned his head and asked with a surprised look on his face, looking at the servant with a stunned expression.

"This soup...... Is it for Ji Mushen? ”