Chapter 1188
He Is Warmer Than Time
1188 Chapter 1228-restraint
Tang Ji âan sat on the sofa and lowered his head to read the case file. Iâm a little busy today. Why donât you cook me a meal? I havenât eaten yet, so Iâm a little hungry.
Mu Mian was at a loss,âah? Then, does Yingluo count as one time?â
He looked at the case file in his hand seriously. yes, just once. Thereâs food in the kitchen. You can cook whatever you know.
Mu Mian touched the back of her head. actually, ran ran, I donât really cook at home.
Although she wasnât from a rich family, her mother was a diligent and virtuous housewife. She basically couldnât get involved in the household affairs. No matter how poor the young girls in Haicheng were, they were all pampered and spoiled.
âWell, Iâm not picky. You can just make something.â
Second young master Tangâs nonchalance and others ânonchalance were two different concepts.
When mu Mian heard that he wasnât picky, she rolled up her sleeves and started working even though she was a little suspicious.
Tang Ji âan focused on his work and occasionally glanced at the kitchen. The kitchen seemed to be in a mess. He had specifically told aunt Lin not to come over today, but it seemed that mu Mian couldnât handle it.
Let her be.
The snow outside was getting heavier. Tang Ji âan thought that he should eat some hot food and drink some hot wine later. He had been under too much pressure at work recently and really needed to relax.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
An hour later, it was already past nine O âclock. A person with an empty stomach could not concentrate on work.
He got up and walked to the kitchen. Standing by the door, he asked, â âCan we start eating?â
âIâll be done in a moment,â mu Mian replied in a flurry.
Soon, she carried two plates to the dining room. The appearance of the dishes made Tang Ji âan frown unconsciously.
âThis is streaky pork braised with tofu, this is bamboo shoot steamed with salt, and this is corn soup steamed bun,â mu Mian introduced proudly.
Tang Ji âan sat to the side, picked up his Jade chopsticks, and picked up a piece of bamboo shoot. He took a bite, then spat it out.âItâs disgusting.â
âDidnât you say that youâre not picky?â mu Mian pouted.
Tang Ji âan narrowed his eyes and looked at her.
Mu Mian took a bite. In order to give herself a way out, she swallowed the disgusting bamboo shoot shirt. Then, she suppressed her discomfort and said, â âYingluo, I think itâs okay.â
Tang Ji âan glanced at her indifferently, as if he was disappointed in her.
Mu Mian was a little angry,âwhat? Iâm not your nanny, and I donât rely on cooking to make a living.â
Tang Ji âanâs expression was a little helpless. I only know how to cook noodles. Iâll have noodles tonight.
Mu Mian watched as the noble young master rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. With the sleeves half rolled up, she realized that there were lines on Tang Ji âanâs arms.
She had thought that all young masters like him were useless, but it seemed like she was too prejudiced.
Tang Ji âan ordered as he cooked the noodles, â scalding pot bar, osmanthus wine. The alcohol content isnât too high.
Green Ant newly brewed wine, red mud stove
The snowy night and the wine were a perfect match!
Tang Ji âanâs noodles were quickly served, one bowl for each of them. In the blue and white flowery bowls, there was an egg and a handful of green spinach.
From the looks of it, mu Mianâs dish lost.
She sat there guiltily. I didnât expect you to know how to cook noodles. Didnât you have people serving you since you were young? â
âI only know how to cook noodles.â
then, you have to find a virtuous wife, â mu Mian said. otherwise, the two of them will probably quarrel every day over who should cook.