As soon as Tang Jian entered the residence, he took off his coat and put down his briefcase.

Mu Mian whispered: "there are so important documents in it. You'd better put them in your study."

Tang Ji'an said in a deep voice: "you should be measured. Don't touch it randomly. Otherwise, three-year imprisonment will start."

Mu Mian quickly withdrew his hand: "I don't touch it. I'm sure I won't touch it."

"Well."

Mu Mian's action was somewhat restrained: "then Let's start... "

"Well? What? "

Mu Mian: let's start talking. Today is the third time. Where to start

Tang Jian sat on the sofa and began to look down at the file: "I'm busy today. Otherwise, you can help me cook a meal. I haven't eaten yet, and I'm a little hungry."

Mu Mian was at a loss: "ah? So Is that one time? "

He looked at the file in his hand seriously: "well, once, there are dishes in the kitchen, you can do whatever you can."

Mu Mian touched the back of his head: "in fact I don't cook much at home

Although she is not a wealthy family, her mother is a housewife. She is industrious and virtuous. Basically, she can't get involved in housework. The little girl in Haicheng, no matter how poor, is used to growing up.

"Well, I don't choose. You can do whatever you like."

In fact, there are two concepts of "don't pick" and "don't pick" from others.

As soon as Mu Mian heard that he didn't choose, he still rolled up his sleeves and began to work.

Tang Ji'an concentrates on his office, and occasionally glances at the kitchen. It seems that there is some chaos in the kitchen. He specially told aunt Lin not to come here today. It seems that Mu Mian is a little uncertain.

Let her go.

It's snowing more and more outside. Tang Ji'an thinks that he can eat some hot food and drink some wine later. Recently, the work pressure is so heavy that he really needs to relax.

An hour later, it's more than nine o'clock, and people with empty stomachs can't concentrate on their work.

He got up, went to the kitchen, stood by the door and asked, "are you ready for dinner?"

Mu Mian is in a hurry: "it will be ready soon."

When she was young, she went to the dining room with two dishes in her hand. Tang Jian frowned involuntarily at the sale of dishes.

Mu Mian said with some pride: "this is pork with tofu sticks, this is steamed salted bamboo shoots, and there is a corn soup with sticks and bones..."

Tang Ji'an sits aside, picks up the jade chopsticks, picks up a bamboo shoot garment, takes a bite, and He just vomited it out: "it's bad."

Mu Mian quipped his lips: "didn't you say you didn't choose?"

Tang Jian squinted at her: "try it yourself."

Mu Mian takes a bite. In order to make himself step down, Mu Mian swallows the dead bamboo shoot garment, and then says: "I I think it's OK. "

Tang Ji'an glanced at her faintly, and he had a look of hating iron but not steel.

Mu Mian was a little angry: "why? I'm not your babysitter, and I don't feed myself by cooking. "

Tang Jian's expression is somewhat helpless: "I can only cook noodles, eat noodles tonight."

Mu Mian looks at the young master on the cloud top rolling up his white shirt sleeve, which is half rolled. She finds that Tang Jian's arm is actually lined.

She thought that this kind of young master is all killed for nothing, it seems that she is too prejudiced.

Tang Jian while cooking noodles, while ordering: "hot pot bar, osmanthus wine, degree is not deep."

Green ant new fermented grains wine, red mud stove

Snow night and wine, perfect match!