The door is open.

Mu Yinan walked through the gate into the corridor and admired this building like a work of art.

"You have been different from other children since childhood. You can think of things that no one can imagine..." He sighed, "This is probably the potential of being a genius architect, right?"

Mu Zhonglun seemed to have not heard of his praise and said impatiently: "What do you want to say to me? Say something quickly!"

"Do you know what grandpa is going to give me?"

Mu Zhonglun had a stern face, his voice was cold and hard, and he asked in a bad tone: "What is the old man going to give you, how do I know?"

"I don't know why the door was opened?" Mu Yinan's voice was very gentle, without any aggression. "You don't want grandpa to give me that thing, so he opened the door? Didn't you?"

His face was soft and delicate, as delicate as jade skin, with clear eyebrows and eyes, dark eyebrows and peach lips, even without any expression, he still seemed to be smiling gently.

Glasses increase their intelligence, gentleness and elegance, making people subconsciously want to get close to him...

In the profession of doctors, they will more or less encounter unreasonable patients, but Mu Yinan has never.

When those patients who were making big fuss when they saw him, they were like deflated balls, all quieted down.

"Director Mu." Everyone calls him that.

Chief physician is the highest level of doctor titles, most of whom are around fifty years old. Like Mu Yinan, who is a director-level doctor at the age of 33, is rare in China.

Although he has always been low-key and does not accept interviews, he has been rated as one of the best neurosurgeons today many times and is definitely a big shot in the medical field.

On the first day of internship, facing the head-joined twins, countless experienced surgeons did not dare to perform the surgery. Mu Yinan volunteered to perform the head-off operation.

This is such a person who saves life and helps the wounded...

But he has the coldest heart.

Mu Zhonglun suppressed his emotions, "If you have nothing else to say, please leave now!"

"Are you cooking dinner?" Mu Yinan did not leave, but walked into the kitchen. "Didn't you give up on your cooking skills? You said you would never cook yourself?"

"You have to care!"

Mu Zhonglun turned his face away.

Just as he was thinking about how to drive Mu Yinan away, the handsome and gentle man in the kitchen began to clean up the ingredients that had been messed up by him before.

"Hey, what are you doing? Why are you moving other people's homes?"

"You want to make sweet and sour meat, right? I'll help you!"

Mu Zhonglun snatched the glass bowl that Mu Yinan had just held in his hand, scolded and mocked, "I don't need someone like you who pretends to behave like to pretend to help me!"

The man who was scolded by him seemed not angry at all, and still smiled gently and said, "Is it really not necessary? You are so anxious to cook, you should be in a hurry, right?"

He continued to guess, "Will someone important come later?"

For some reason, when facing Mu Yinan, Mu Zhonglun always feels powerless as he hits his fist on the cotton.

This has been like this since childhood...

Among the six children, he has the worst temper. He looks particularly fierce when he has no expression, and no one wants to play with him.

All the classmates in the school excluded and bullied him.

Only Mu Yinan is by his side every day. No matter how angry he is, how he vents or makes trouble, Mu Yinan always talks to him with a gentle smile on his face.

How much he cared about him liked him, how much he hated him now.

This guy with a fake smile on his face!

Mu Zhonglun stared at his eyes in anger, and had the idea of ​​swaying his fist and beating Mu Yinan hard.

But when Mu Yinan's slender fingers picked up the kitchen knife, cut the meat into strips of meat of the same length and thickness, and then cut the ginger slices and onions neatly, Mu Zhonglun was silent.

No one broke the tranquility of this moment.

The raw meat passed through Mu Yinan's hand and finally turned into sweet and sour meat with a sweet and sour meat that was sour, crisp and tender, and rosy...

"Little Zongzi!"

A childish and cute voice sounded from the door, "Little Zongzi, are you making supper?"

Mu Zhonglun was shocked and turned around in shock, "Ke, Kexi? Why are you... you come in?"

The little girl tilted her head in wonder, "Did you forget Xiao Zongzi? You told Kexi the password of the gate!"

"Yes...yes, why did I forget?" He was too focused on Mu Yinan cooking before, and he didn't hear anyone opening the door at all.

I noticed that Xiao Zongzi's expression was a little wrong, but then Xi looked to him and found that there was a person standing beside Xiao Zongzi, as if... Is it a little pumpkin?

"Are you a little pumpkin?"

Mu Yinan heard the conversation between big and small before, and was wondering who this child was. Unexpectedly, she looked at her and called herself "Little Pumpkin".

"Little Pumpkin" is a nickname that only grandpa would call...

While he was confused, accompanied by the sound of brisk footsteps, a sentence came from far to near, "Kexi, why are you running so fast?"

Mujaga picked up Kesi with a complaining expression like a child who wanted candy, "I just parked the car and you ran in alone, don't wait for me."

"Little pigeon, look, it's a little pumpkin!"

"What pumpkin? Did Mu Zhonglun make pumpkin pie today? Or pumpkin porridge? I prefer fried pumpkin pills..."

Before the "Zizi" was said, Mujago glanced at the kitchen casually. The moment he saw Mu Yinan, he opened his mouth wide in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Mu Yinan's calm eyes finally had emotional ups and downs, "This seems to be the question I should ask you."

Mujahngo and Mu Zhonglun are eight years apart in age, and they have never had much intersection.

After his father Mu Kamwu passed away seven years ago, several brothers almost cut off contact...

Mu Yinan never expected that Mu Jamgo would appear in this villa, and his relationship with Mu Zhonglun seemed to be pretty good.

The atmosphere became a little awkward.

When the three adults stared at each other, the only little girl seemed to have noticed something. Her shiny big eyes flashed with excitement, "Wow! It's sour and sweet meat! Kexi wants to eat it!"

She shook Mujahgo's right arm with one hand and pointed at the dishes placed on the liu platform with the other hand, "Eat meat..."

"It seems that Kexi is hungry."

Mu Zhonglun decided to put the grudges between himself and Mu Yinan aside for the time being.

He coaxed the little girl, "Kexi sat in front of the dining table first, and wait until we have all the dishes ready, then take them out one by one for Kexi to eat. OK?"

The vibrant little girl nodded happily, "Okay!"

Looking at Kexi's well-behaved and sensible cute appearance, Mu Zhonglun was in a very good mood. His eyebrows and eyes were bent, and he couldn't help but pinch her fleshy little face and praised: "Kexi is so good!"

Seeing Mu Zhonglun coaxing the little girl, Mu Jamgo took the child to the restaurant, Mu Yinan was stunned, "You guys are..."

He thought he had some hallucination, "What were you doing just now? Alan, are you coaxing the child?"

"I'll explain these things later. I'll wash the dishes immediately. You can make them all!"

"What?"

Mu Zhonglun said anxiously: "Don't you see Kexi hungry? In short, just make all the dishes for Kexi as quickly as possible."
Chapter completed!