The figure in the kitchen...is it Mo Nanjue?!

She was probably dizzy...what was he doing in the kitchen?

Is it necessary to cook?!

"Miss Tong, please wait..." Butler Zhou said as he wanted to walk into the kitchen, but paused in embarrassment at the door. Finally, he turned back.

"Butler Zhou, this..." Tong Ran looked up at the back of the man in the kitchen, lowered his head, as if he was focusing on cutting vegetables.

"The young master told me today that everyone is not allowed to enter the kitchen at will," explained Zhou Butler Zhou: "Because all the chefs in Dihao Longyuan are Western styles, and the young master usually only eats Western food, so if you want to make Chinese food today, the young master will do it yourself."

"Make Chinese food?" Tong Ran frowned. Why did he suddenly want to make Chinese food?

...

"I have to change my medicine every day. Don't touch water these days. Be careful to have a lighter diet."

...

Chen An's words rang in his ears.

Since she came to Dihao Longyuan, she has not been able to eat a little bit every day because the dishes on the table are all Western food, and occasionally some Japanese or French food are mixed, but most of them are Western food.

He is going to make Chinese food today...a lighter one?

Tong Ran felt inexplicably warm.

A strange feeling passed through her heart, and she stood up on the sofa, "Butler Zhou, please help me, I want to go to the kitchen to help."

When he walked into the kitchen, the man was beating eggs, holding chopsticks with his slender fingers, and making a striking sound when the bowls and chopsticks touched each other, and his movements were turning skillfully.

"What are you doing in?" The man was pouring the egg into the pot. When he saw her limping and approaching, he couldn't help but frown, "Get out and sit honestly!"

“…”

Can't this man speak nicely?

The little bit of her affection for him just now was instantly wiped out by him.

have to.

Tong Ran curled his lips and treated him kindly as a donkey's liver and lungs.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the man just turned to get the plate. Tong Ran took the opportunity to jump to the edge of the pot and secretly unbuttoned the lid.

Huh, a scent of scent that hits my face.

A pot of fragrant minced meat eggplant is blooming in the pot with a delicate and charming look.

Tong Ran licked her lips, and her belly, which had not eaten for a long time, sent a signal of hunger. She secretly pulled out a pair of chopsticks, reached out secretly, and picked up a piece of eggplant from the pot, blew it secretly, and put it into her mouth.

"Tong Ran, what are you doing?!"

The man turned around and saw that she couldn't wait to put it into her mouth. He reached out and patted the chopsticks in her hand, grabbed her hand and pulled her over.

"What are you doing?!" His wrist hurt so much that it hurt. Tong Ran looked at the eggplant that had fallen to pieces on the ground with heartache, and curled his lips, "I'm just helping you taste it. Do you need to be so fierce?"

fierce?

How dare this woman say he is fierce?

He turned off the Italian meeting and rushed back to find her, and turned off the itinerary of today's day to cook a meal. She even said he was fierce?!

Moreover, don’t this stupid woman know that eggplant cannot be eaten raw?

Looking at Mo Nanjue's increasingly gloomy face, Tong Ran bit his lip. It would be better not to anger him at this time...

Otherwise, if the dishes he cooked were unpalatable and torture her and forced her to finish them all, she would really have to be hospitalized.

Thinking of it, she softened her expression and said carefully: "I didn't mean it..."
Chapter completed!