Chapter 42: Forty-two: Pork belly on the fingertips

"Miss Qiu, what are you?" Huang Gao was dumbfounded, and there was a big question mark in his mind.

"Just call me Qiu Ni, I don't think it's too early, it just so happens that in addition to helping patients with surgery, my biggest strength is cooking, and I will go to Tianlai Mansion in a while, and I plan to cook a meal to thank you and Mr. Mo."

So that's what happened.

Huang Gao felt that the girl was quite sensible, but at the same time, he also began to worry: "This is a good thing, but ...... There is no kitchen in Raifu. ”

"Who says no?"

Mo Jian didn't know when to get out of the car, only to see his lazy appearance, after saying this, he took a few photos of the surroundings with his mobile phone.

Huang Gao suddenly opened his mouth.

First of all, isn't the little uncle demolishing his table, and secondly, is there a kitchen in Tianlai Mansion, obviously there is none, although he knows that Tianlai Mansion has many mysterious designs, but the kitchen, a place where fireworks are hidden in the world, does not exist.

And it's really unrealistic to associate people like Mo Jian Ye with the kitchen.

Huang Gao secretly thought in his heart, although the little uncle has great ability, he must not blow the cow this for the sake of picking up girls, otherwise it will affect the image of his fourth master.

Along the way, I didn't hear Mo Jianye tell me to turn around or anything like that, but went straight back to Tianlai Mansion.

A mysterious, unattainable castle in the eyes of ordinary people.

It's hard to describe the feeling of seeing it up close when you see it standing on a hill from afar, with a European-style checkered exterior and understated luxury everywhere inside.

It can be seen that Mo Jian Ye doesn't like gorgeous colors very much, but those top nostalgic maple colors seem to be more comparable to his temperament.

Everything in front of her was undoubtedly like walking into a huge and gorgeous palace for Qiu Ni.

Poor her, with a pile of pork belly hooked in her fingers, stood on the marble floor, properly cut and reflected the cold light, stunned.

Are you in the wrong place?

What she thought was not that this castle did not belong to Mo Jianye, but that it was only at this time that she seemed to really understand what Lu Ming said, she and Mo Jianye were completely people from two worlds.

She grew up in an orphanage, and he, even a guest room, had a bathroom bigger than the house she used to live in.

This kind of difference that cannot be compared at all suddenly made her feel a lot of pressure and a feeling of wanting to escape.

Hold on a little longer, and when this matter is over and she can save her life, she will leave immediately.

Suddenly his hands were empty.

The pork belly was picked up by Mo Jianye, who was not stained with dust, and handed it to Huang Gao, who was standing on the side, who was already having a large bag, and then said to Qiu Ni: "Follow me." ”

Qiu Ni nodded and silently followed behind him.

Huang Gao also followed with those ingredients, and he had a hard time lifting them, but where is the legendary kitchen?

Passing through the large living room, I walked through a walkway lined with arched glass windows between them, and between these windows there were huge murals erected, all of which were high-level imitation of pier huang pictures.

The whole walkway looks both light and luxurious.

Then I walked into the dining room, where the long dining table could seat about 20 people, with a wine cabinet on one side and maple wall panels on the other.

After Mo Jian Ye pressed a remote control, two maple planks about one meter wide automatically overlapped to the side, and gradually, it was revealed that there was a fully equipped kitchen inside.