Chapter 1111

Instant noodles, a kind of convenient food, is the most important thing at home when Muxi didn't invite a nanny.

But with Aunt Liu, a skilled nanny, who would like to eat such junk food as instant noodles?

Muxi's face is hard, "instant noodles? I'm sorry, I don't have one at home. "

I wanted to remind him that it was better to order takeout than to eat instant noodles, but her eyes turned to his tired face, and her words changed.

"But there are still some braised spareribs and rice left in the fridge. You can make do with it if you don't mind."

Yang Sheng's face was pleasantly surprised, and his tired face was completely covered up by his brilliant smile.

"Of course not! I can't wait for it. "

Muxi was a little annoyed and regretted, but he saw that he was obviously angry. He could not help but move aside and let Yang Sheng into the room.

Yang Sheng sat down on the sofa, took the tea from Muxi, said thank you, looked around, and asked, "where's bud bud, sleeping?"

Muxi pointed to the direction of the bedroom, "Aunt Liu took her to take a bath, you sit for a while, I use the microwave oven to help you heat the meal."

Yang Sheng said thank you again and watched Mu Xi enter the kitchen.

Chu ran was an orphan, stubborn, competitive and proud.

She has been outstanding in all aspects except her cooking skills.

Yang Sheng remembers that the only time she went into the kitchen was to cook a bowl of birthday noodles for him.

Then, she almost blew up the kitchen and brought out a bowl of noodles.

"Mr. Yang, the meal is hot. Can you see if the quantity is enough? If it's not enough, there are some frozen dumplings. I'll cook some for you. "

Muxi comes out with a hot meal and interrupts Yang Sheng's meditation.

Yang Sheng was busy with his business on the plane. He didn't even eat lunch. After he got off the plane, he rushed home. He had a short meeting with several high-level videos. After arranging the content of working overtime tonight, he opened the refrigerator to find something to eat. However, there was nothing in the refrigerator except a box of leftover rice with green fur.

"Enough. Don't bother you any more."

Muxi and Yang Sheng had two meals and knew that he ate a lot.

The rice in the plate was specially reserved by Aunt Liu for fried rice, which was only half of Yang Sheng's amount.

There was not much left of braised spareribs, so even if Yang Sheng said so, Muxi turned around and cooked most of the frozen dumplings.

Yang Sheng is a fast eater. By the time she comes out with dumplings, he has eaten everything clean.

Lift an eye to see Mu Xi to carry dish to take hot steam dumpling to come out again, in the eye flash a silk surprised, busy stand up to take dumpling in the past.

"I'm really troubling you..."

Muxi said with a smile, "you don't have to be so polite with me. Eat the dumplings and go back to work and go to bed early."

She pulled away her chair and sat down on the other side of the table, opposite Yang Sheng.

She can't leave the guests alone in the dining room.

"Well, when you and Yaya have a holiday, I'll treat you to a big meal."

Yang Sheng dipped some vinegar into the dumplings and took one at a time. He raised his face to look at her. "How do you know I'm still working?"

Muxi is also a person with rich experience in business travel. Usually, the first thing to do at home is to take a beautiful bath, eat something good, and then have a good sleep.

But Yang Sheng was obviously wearing the same clothes when he came back. Although he took off his suit coat, his shirt was obviously the gray one he was wearing when he came back. Although his tie was torn off and two collar buttons were loosened.

Mu Xi carelessly swept his collar exposed clavicle, suddenly feel a little dry mouth.

She raised her hand to touch the tip of her nose. "Intuition, blind guess."

Yang Sheng nodded with a smile, "well, I think so."

Mu Xi embarrassed but politely back to him with a smile, on his gaze over the eyes, the tip of the heart, as if by what gently poked.

MD, grand man, how can eyelashes be so long and curly?

Mu Xi suddenly feel very boring, is not the neighbor to rub a meal, oneself in this hair what flower crazy?

"By the way, Aunt Liu boiled some tangerine peel and mung bean paste and put it on the ice in the refrigerator. She said it was to clear away heat, regulate qi and remove phlegm. I'll give you a bowl?"

Muxi has a strong sense of self-help. He is eager to find something else to retreat, so that he can stay alone with Yang Sheng. He doesn't know that he will spread his mind and think about something.

Yang Sheng was about to be moved and cried, half true and half false.

"Miss mu, if you treat me so warmly, don't you be afraid that I have the cheek to eat every day?"

Muxi has already got up, "that day in the resort is called hospitality, today this dish of cold leftovers, you don't want to abandon it."

Muxi had been there for a long time. After a long day of starvation, Yang Sheng solved all the rice and dumplings, and then she walked slowly into the dining room with mung bean paste.

"I'm sorry, the kitchen is a little dirty. I came here after a little tidying up."

Muxi is thin skinned after all. He is afraid that Yang Sheng thinks she is neglecting him if he delays a little time.

But her explanation, in Yang Sheng's view, is that there is no silver here.

"Is there any heavy work or something broken? I'll do it later? "

Yang Sheng doesn't poke her, but gives himself a reasonable excuse.

Muxi quickly waved his hand, "no, the equipment in the kitchen is new. There is no heavy work. It's all washing and scrubbing."

But in fact, Mu Xi is in the kitchen brush for a long time mobile phone, think time is almost out.

Yang Sheng impolitely holds up a bowl and Gulu Gulu drinks two mouthfuls of mung bean paste. The cold and sweet taste makes his eyes comfortable, and his mood seems to be moistened by the ice sweet liquid.

"I'm so sorry. I've come here for nothing."

He said he was sorry, but he picked up the bowl and drank a few mouthfuls of sugar water.

Muche was a little lost.

A man like Yang Sheng has always been polite and cultivated.

But now Yang Sheng, like Zhao Yikun in front of Muxi, is very casual, completely free from the shackles of social etiquette, and completely at home.

I don't know whether he is too casual or whether the magic of this delicious food is so great that it can remove the hard mask that a person wears when fighting outside.

Yang Sheng was disappointed in Muxi and soon drank up a bowl of mung bean paste.

Muxi came back to see him put the empty bowl on the table.

Muxi asked, "do you want more? There's a big pot in the fridge. I'll fill it for you

Aunt Liu cooked a big pot, originally Muxi specially ordered, ready to go to work tomorrow, a cup of fashion to Zhao Yikun.

As a result, she has left Zhao Yikun behind.

Yang Sheng really likes the mung bean soup, but he has eaten a lot of it at one go. He can't eat another bowl.

He shook his head regretfully. "No, I'm full."

[to be continued]