Mu Yueli searched almost the entire Mu Mansion, but she didn't find the shadow of Mama Zhang, and what was even more bizarre was that Jiang Moliu, who had been honestly staying at the door of Mu Yan's house, also didn't know where to go.

The huge mansion was empty and pitch black, only Mu Yan's room was lit, where had everyone else gone?

Helpless, Mu Yueli had to roll up his sleeves and handle it himself.

Soon there was a loud noise of pots and pans hitting violently in the kitchen, followed by the crisp sound of ceramic bowls and crystal cups falling on the ground, one after another, and soon, the sound of the oil pot covering everything, and Mu Yueli's screams rang out from time to time.

The people who were held hostage by Jiang Moliu to the basement huddled together, listening to the loud sound of fighting on the battlefield outside, and their hearts couldn't help but tighten. Zhang's mother was clutching the clothes on her chest, her expression was extremely painful, and with the sound of change outside, her mouth kept muttering: "I dropped another crystal cup, which I only bought back last month...... This is the sound of the plate breaking, ouch, the patterns on the plate purchased this time are all drawn by hand...... Mom, it's not like the dishes from the kiln have been dropped again this time......"

Zhang's mother wanted to get up and rush out several times, but Jiang Moliu forcibly dragged her back.

"If you fall like this, the kitchen will be gone!" Zhang's mother cried.

"You're going out, your job is gone!" Jiang Moliu threatened.

Zhang's mother had to cry and mourn, muttering in a low voice, "Evil", and reluctantly sat down next to a maid.

"Secretary Jiang, when can we go out?" A maid huddled in the basement asked.

At this time, Jiang Moliu was clinging to the wall, carefully capturing the movement outside, and in response to the maid's question, he replied casually: "When the dust settles." ”

When Mu Yueli walked into Mu Cheng's room again with the boiled porridge, Mu Cheng had already changed into home clothes, sat on the bed on the mattress, and had a stack of English documents on his lap, reviewing them one by one.

"If you're sick, don't work." Mu Yueli snatched the documents in his hand without saying a word, and threw them all on the desk.

"Let's eat!" Mu Yueli handed the porridge to Mu Yan, but her eyes didn't look at him.

Mu Yan took the bowl of unknown objects and was instantly stunned. It was miserable, complex, and lacked purple bubbles like poison brewed by a vicious queen.

Mu Yan looked at Mu Yueli with an indistinguishable expression, "This is ...... Gruel? ”

Mu Yueli pretended to look at the ceiling and said "um" in an extremely low voice.

"You haven't grown in your cooking skills after all these years." Mu Yan said with difficulty stirring the porridge in the bowl.

Mu Yueli was a little angry, and wanted to step forward and snatch the bowl from Mu Yan's hand, "If you dislike it, don't eat it!" ”

Mu Cheng raised his hand to block her outstretched arm, scooped a spoonful of unknown liquid in one hand and put it in his mouth, chewed it carefully, swallowed it, and at the end, he raised his eyes to look at Mu Yueli, and the corners of his lips hooked a trace of imperceptible arc.

"It tastes good."

Mu Yueli watched in a daze as Mu Yan ate the bowl of sticky and turbid "porridge" cleanly. It is said that when people have a fever, their sense of taste and smell will fail, and sure enough, otherwise, how could a normal person swallow this bowl of disgusting things?

After Mu Yan finished eating, he stretched out a hand to Mu Yueli and spread out his palm.

Mu Yueli looked at him puzzled, blinking his eyes ignorantly.

"Where's my medicine? Now, I can take my medicine, right? Mu Yan asked.