"Okay."

Because of the series of surprises in front of him, Mu Yu was now in high spirits, so he ran down with a smile on his face, imagining what kind of surprise he would give himself as he ran.

But she didn't expect to come downstairs to the living room, only to find it empty, and she looked strangely towards the closed doorway.

"Ah Huan?"

"Here."

Qin Jinhuan's voice came from the restaurant, and she immediately followed the sound and walked over.

"Hungry, aren't you?" He greeted him with a smile.

"It smells so good!" She smelled the food greedily, but she still didn't forget to say, "What about your surprise?" ”

Although hungry, it was clearly more attractive to surprise.

"Whoa." He pointed to the steaming four dishes and one soup on the table.

Mu Yu couldn't believe it: "Don't tell me you did it!" ”

Although the appearance of the four dishes and one soup is not comparable to that of the hotel, it is okay just to look at the knife skills, although it is a little old, but it is quite careful in terms of color and dress, and it can also arouse people's appetite, especially to attract her who is hungry and panicked.

Even she, an ordinary girl, would not enter the kitchen, how could he, a rich man who does not touch the spring water with his fingers, make such a work? So she was skeptical.

"It's not that hard."

After she washed her hands, he sat her down at the table, like a manservant, laid out the dishes for her, and then respectfully handed her the chopsticks, "Wife, please enjoy." ”

She leaned forward slightly, sniffed the tempting fragrance deeply, and questioned again: "Did you really do it?!" ”

Although she found him wearing an apron, she still couldn't believe it.

"Yes, my wife. Please taste it. ”

His serious look made her realize that this should really be his "masterpiece", and she sneered and laughed: "What a tasting, it's obviously a taste." I bet it's dark cuisine. ”

If he hadn't said that he had done it, she would have used the chopsticks a long time ago, but when he said that he did it, she hesitated. Although she was very touched by the fact that he cooked for her, she really couldn't trust the president's cooking skills.

Her delay in moving the chopsticks hurt him a little, and reminded again: "Please give your wife a face." ”

She shook her head and asked, "Can you tell the difference between salt and chicken essence?" And soy sauce and vinegar? ”

Looking at the two of them in this villa, she felt that tasting a dish cooked by a chef who couldn't even distinguish between oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, no matter how beautiful the color of the dish was, the taste would definitely not be better than taking Chinese medicine.

"I'm no problem managing the huge Qingtian Group, but I can't control this little bit of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar?"

"Mr. Qin, your analogy is not appropriate. Managing a company is a profession you've always studied, and as for cooking, you're completely ...... Not! ”

"Don't throw up!" Qin Jinhuan pointed at her with chopsticks domineeringly.

Forced by his "obscenity", Mu Yu didn't dare to spit out the dishes he forced in, but he didn't dare to chew them, for fear that his mouth would be full of bitterness or sourness when he chewed - it wasn't that she didn't give face, she was afraid that her chewing would affect her appetite for a few days.

"Tuk."

He pretended to be unhappy, gently knocked on the door of her head with his index finger, and then moved the four dishes and one soup and the rice in front of her to the opposite side farther away, and then quickly sat down on the opposite side, filled a bowl of soup, and after a few sips elegantly, he picked up the rice and picked up the chopsticks to eat.

Seeing that he ate with relish, she dared to chew.

Hey? Looks like it tastes pretty good!

It's not the dark cuisine she imagined!

It doesn't look like he cooked it himself! This guy actually tricked her.

She immediately got up with chopsticks, walked around to him, moved a chair and sat down, and then took the soup in front of him, drank it carefully, felt that the soup was fresh and delicious, drank it all in one go, and then tasted a small bite of each dish, and after making sure that the taste was not bad, he snatched the rice bowl in his hand, and glanced at him while eating, and did not forget to say "big liar".

"Who lied to you?" He looked innocent.

"You, you actually lied to me that it was you who cooked the dish, so I didn't dare to speak." She replied vaguely as she ate.

She was really hungry, not to mention the good food.

"I burned it!"

"Impossible! Are you so easy to deceive me? You are a person who never goes into the kitchen, and you are a young master who even serves food by others, how can you cook such delicious dishes? ”

"Who says I never go into the kitchen? I've been in it N times, okay? ”

"I don't believe it! I've lived in your house for a few months, and I've never seen you step into the kitchen! ”

"I haven't been in the kitchen at home, I've been in this kitchen." He gestured behind her.

Afraid of choking on herself, she waited until she swallowed the food in her mouth before she dared to laugh.

"You come into this kitchen? It's not usually occupied, so what are you doing in this kitchen? Don't tell me you're here to cook for yourself! ”

"I came here to cook on purpose, no, I came here to learn to cook, not to cook for myself, but to learn to cook for you."

"Learn to cook it for me?!" The Muslim language was shaken.

"How else would it be a surprise for you?" He raised an eyebrow and looked bright, "How's it going?" Isn't it a special surprise? Particularly unexpected? ”

"This, this is really what you did?!"

He shrugged helplessly: "Wife, the food is almost cold, why don't we wait until we finish eating to discuss this issue?" ”

She couldn't wait, and asked quickly, "Someone taught you how to cook?" ”

"The head chef of the Calais Hotel," he said as he filled her with another bowl of soup, "but it was too complicated for me to learn, so let him teach him a few easy-to-use home-cooked side dishes." What do you think? ”

She didn't take the soup bowl, but just looked at him fixedly: "How long have you been studying?" ”

"It's been almost half a month, but I don't come every day, I come when I have time. Eat it, when it's cold, you're going to treat it as a dark dish. He smiled and served her food.

She still didn't move, she just looked at him fixedly: "You worked so hard to learn to cook, just to make it for me?" ”

"Or else?"

"Why?"

"Because you said you wanted your husband to cook."

"Huh? When have I ever said such a thing? ”

"What you wrote in your notebook."

Mu Yu thought about it carefully and understood what was going on.

It turned out that she once played word games with Jiang Wenwen, and was asked about her requirements for her future husband, and at that time she thought that Xin Yihan's cooking was great, so she wrote a way to cook dishes. Jiang Wenwen said that there are almost no men who are very good but can cook, think that her requirements are too high, and persuade her to change. At that time, there was no Yin Xiaotian between her and Xin Yihan, so she had a lot of illusions about Xin Yihan, she put away the note with the words "My future husband must be able to cook", and planned to wait for herself and Xin Yihan to be together before letting her best friend come to see her "husband who can cook". Later, Xin Yihan and Yin Xiaotian got married, which completely broke her thoughts, she was very sad, but she was reluctant to throw away this note and kept it in the notepad she carried with her.

Thinking of this, she suddenly remembered a question: "When did you go through my bag?" ”

"Just last time. Come, drink the soup, stewed for a long time, very fresh. ”

"When was the last time? Why are you rummaging through my bag? She remembered that he even knew that she had an aunt's towel in her bag—it was in the innermost layer of the bag, and it seemed that he had rummaged through the bag very carefully!

Seeing that his eyes flashed slightly, but he didn't explain, she pretended to have a heavy face and reprimanded, "Say it quickly!" Why are you rummaging through my bag? Looking for what? Or do you want to do something bad? ”

"How could I possibly be bad at you?" He smiled unnaturally, "Can't you just be curious about my woman's bag?" ”

She stared at him for a few seconds, frowned and thought for a few seconds, and then suddenly had an answer: "You rummaged through my bag to replace my self-defense knife, right?" Where did you put my silver scalpel? ”

Last time she asked him, but he said that he threw it away, because there was a conflict with him at the time, so she didn't ask so much, just returned the gold scalpel he gave him.

"Don't you have a self-defense knife in your bag?" He avoids the important and takes it lightly.

"Yes, but you can't throw my original ......"

"Didn't throw it."

"Where?"

"I'll put it away for you." He sighed suddenly, "The dishes are cold, I'll go and heat them up." ”

"Ah Huan ......"

"I cooked so hard to cook, but no one likes to eat it. Alas. ”

Sensing that his confidence was a little frustrated, she realized that her topic had deviated from the focus, and hurriedly responded: "I love to eat!" I just ......"

"It turns out that the man who can cook is not likable." As he spoke, he had already entered the kitchen with the food.

Seeing that he was unhappy, Mu Yu hurriedly followed up with the kitchen to explain: "Don't talk nonsense, who said it was unpleasant?" I love it. ”

He ignored her, just wrapped the plate with plastic wrap and put it in the microwave, pressed it on the microwave a few times, and the action was very skillful, obviously not the first time to use it.

"Eh," Mu Yu asked with a flattering look as he pulled his sleeve next to him, "Do you still use a microwave?" You're amazing. ”

He ignored her, standing alone in front of the microwave, staring at the microwave oven that was running.

"I've heard that the microwave oven has a lot of radiation, so you can stand over here."

As soon as she finished speaking, he shoved her out.

"Eh! What are you doing? ”

"The radiation is big, you go outside."

"No!" Realizing this, she forcibly paused, and at the same time hugged him with her backhand, "I want to enjoy the radiation of the microwave oven with you." ”

"Enjoy? Do you know how to use words? How do you learn Chinese? He simply picked her up and walked to the restaurant.

She put her face into his arms and smiled: "I can't speak well, you teach me." ”

"Don't teach."

"Don't."

He sat her down: "Sit down, I'll go and heat the dishes." ”

After saying that, he brought the rest of the dishes into the kitchen, and soon brought the two dishes that had been heated first, put them in front of her, and then went into the kitchen.

She tore off the plastic wrap, put another bowl of hot rice, and picked up chopsticks to eat.

She knew that the best way to get him off the hook now was to try to eat the dishes he had worked so hard to cook for her.

For a man who is willing to spend a lot of effort to surprise himself and make himself happy in his busy schedule, a man who works hard to learn to cook just because of his unintentional words, and does everything possible to take care of himself and be afraid of men, she has no reason not to cherish it, and there is no reason to be angry with him for some trivial things.

As she ate, she felt her eyes glaze.

Snorting, she continued to eat hard.

When he came out again, when he saw that half of the two dishes on the table had been eaten, a smile really spread on his face, but when he saw her reddish eyes, he was very nervous.

"Xiaoyu, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, people are just happy, the food you cook for others is so delicious." She blinked vigorously a few times, trying to get the moisture out of her eyes, as she got up to prepare for his meal.

He was relieved, and then pressed her: "Then you eat more, I'll serve it myself." ”

She bit her chopsticks and tilted her head to look at him: "Next time we'll learn together." ”

"You don't need to learn."

She pouted: "Do you think I'm stupid and can't learn?" ”

"The smell of cooking oil smoke is not good." As he spoke, he held his right hand in front of her, "I've washed it with hand sanitizer three or four times, but it still hasn't washed off the smell of oil smoke." ”

She immediately grabbed his hand and sniffed it, and in addition to the scent of hand sanitizer, it was indeed stained with the unique smell of kitchen fumes.

"Doesn't it smell?"

"No, this is the breath of life, how can it smell bad?" She kissed his hand lightly and spoke very seriously, "Especially the breath of life that is stained for me, I like it more." ”

"How does the food I cook taste?"

"Superb at the top! It's true! In order to prove her words, she let go of his hand and continued to eat, and also served him vegetables, "Eat together." ”

"If you like it, I'll cook sweet and sour pork ribs for you next time."

"Huh? You will also have this dish?! It's one of her favorite dishes.

He smiled a little unnaturally: "I have studied many times, but I still can't grasp the ratio of sugar and vinegar, but the master said that I have made great progress, and I want to learn a few more times and I will definitely be able to serve on the table." ”

"Ah Huan......" Her heart warmed, and her eyes flashed with light again.

"Haven't you learned it yet? Don't be moved now, you ......" His words were interrupted by the ringing of his mobile phone, he glanced at the mobile phone resting on the dining table, smiled slightly, and hung up casually.

At this moment, Mu Yu had already seen the words "Yin Anran" written on the screen of his mobile phone, and when he thought of the situation where he wanted to kick himself, he immediately pouted in his heart.

"Xiaoyu, we ......" Qin Jinhuan spoke up, the mobile phone rang again, and when he saw that it was Yin Anran who was calling, his face sank.

"Take it, people must have something important to find your eldest brother-in-law." Mu Yu said lukewarmly, and continued to eat with his head down.

Qin Jinhuan hesitated for a moment, but still connected.