Zhao Lan went back to the room to change her clothes, and when she came out again, Qiao Yiyi had already changed into a black suit.

Her long hair is tied back at the back of her head, and she is very capable and fresh.

Zhao Lan knew that Qiao Yiyi could cook, but she hadn't eaten it, so she was quite looking forward to it and had been accompanying her in the kitchen.

Qiao Yiyi first looked at what ingredients were in the refrigerator, and then asked Zhao Lan what she wanted to eat, and then started to work.

When chopping the onion, Qiao Yiyi's eyes were washed with tears, and Zhao Lan said to her: "You can wear goggles, there should be one here, I'll help you find it." ”

Qiao Yiyi hurriedly stopped: "No need, grandma, it doesn't matter." ”

Zhao Lan: "Then don't stare at it, be careful to cut, it will be better to turn your head." ”

Joey responded, but still staring at the onion chopping, a song sounding in her head.

"I'm like an onion, always a supporting role. I hope to have an exclusive plot with you for a second. If you are willing to peel back my heart layer by layer, you will find that you are my most repressed and deepest secret. ”

It was a song she was familiar with, but never resonated with.

She was never a supporting character.

Even in Mu Han's world, she is the most unique and the closest to him.

But Wen Xia appeared, and when she was cutting onions, she felt empathy.

It's just that she has never hidden her love for Mu Han.

After making breakfast, Qiao Yiyi called to ask for leave, such a heavy rainstorm, it is too unsafe to drive on the road.

Zhao Lan breathed a sigh of relief, she was still worried that Qiao Yiyi would become a workaholic and ignore everything.

The breakfast made by Joyiyi is very exquisite, there are six kinds, and the portion of each one is not large, enough for two people.

Zhang's mother took care of Zhao Lan on the side, helped her serve porridge, and did not sit down.

Zhao Lan wanted Zhang's mother to sit down, but the amount of breakfast was insufficient, and Qiao Yiyi only took two pairs of dishes and chopsticks, so she couldn't say anything.

Fortunately, she has breakfast early every day, and the chef will come to cook after a while, and Zhang's mother will not be hungry.

Zhao Lan praised Qiao Yiyi's cooking skills, but Qiao Yiyi was not happy.

She went to learn to cook for Mu Han, although she learned less than twenty dishes, but they were all Mu Han's favorite food.

Who would have thought that Mu Han was especially good at cooking.

If she says that she ate the food cooked by Mu Han, I'm afraid everyone will say that she likes him to the point of dreaming.

The rain continued to fall until half-past six, when it became a little lighter.

Zhao Lan hadn't slept much all night, she was a little sleepy, but she was reluctant to leave Qiao Yiyi alone, so she asked her, "What are your plans for today?" ”

Qiao Yiyi wanted to have a plan, but the current time, place and mood were not suitable for any plans.

"Go to sleep, I didn't sleep well last night." She said.

So, the two went back to their rooms to catch up on sleep.

When Zhao Lan was helped to the bed by Zhang's mother, she took her hand: "I didn't call you to eat together, are you hungry?" ”

Zhang's mother smiled: "I'm not hungry, it's still early." ”

Zhao Lan: "I see that when Yiyi cooks, there are a lot of ingredients, but I didn't expect her to make so few portions." ”

Zhang's mother smiled and patted Zhao Lan's hand, silently comforting her and asking her to catch up on sleep quickly.

She really didn't care that Joey didn't count her.

has worked in the Mu family for more than 20 years, Zhao Lan is very good to her, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is like a sister, but she knows very well what she should and should not do.

Usually she eats breakfast with Zhao Lan, and the two of them have long been used to it, but sometimes she doesn't serve breakfast together as a family.

So, it really doesn't feel like anything.

I heard that Mrs. Ye is very strict in this regard, and it is impossible for the maids at home to eat at the same table with the master.

They are also kind and compassionate and friendly to their servants, but there is no such thing as equality.

It's just that she couldn't help but think about it, if it was Wen Xia, she should have made her breakfast together.