Chapter 77

In the end, Su Xiangwan's fingers were wrapped in bandages by Mu Beiting.

The bandage is not very thick and the bandage is beautiful.

But Su Xiangwan still felt exaggerated.

A few minutes later, the pot in the kitchen suddenly gave out a whistling sound, Su Xiangwan quickly got up: "the pot is still burning!"

"You heal, I'll cook."

Words fall, Mu Beiting turned to the kitchen.

Su Xiangwan's canthus were uncontrollably drawn and healed

She lived two lives before she knew that the word "healing" could also be used to cut her finger. People who don't know think she has hemiplegia.

It seems that some people don't believe that he is a respectable and respectable family member who can cook. After su Xiangwan regains consciousness, he also follows him.

Mu Beiting first brushes the dried pot aside, then washes the vegetables that have not been washed, and puts them according to the classification of colors. Finally, he skillfully cuts the cucumber shreds.

Su Xiangwan's mouth opened slightly, which was unbelievable.

Looking at the neat arrangement, almost every one of them is generally thick and thin. She couldn't help but pick up one and put it in front of her eyes to examine it carefully.

Is it said that the good-looking people even cut the yellow light will become good-looking?

She sighed in this side, Mu Beiting glanced at her faintly: "hungry?"

Su shook his head in the evening: "no, it's surprised that you, a big president of all kinds of machines, can't cut silk."

Mu Beiting smiles and shakes her a little.

Su Xiangwan has been standing on one side, knowing that all the preparatory work has been done, Mu Beiting turned around and said, "go back to the bedroom, there is lampblack."

"Oh Good. "

Su turned to clear the dining table and went back to her bedroom to study the script.

About an hour later, Mu Beiting pushed the door and came in: "come and have a meal."

Su Xiangwan was a little curious. She jumped off the sofa and ran to the living room. She looked at the dishes on the table. She was so surprised that her chin would fall to the ground.

It's really good-looking.

Mu Beiting sat opposite her after dinner without making a sound.

Because they were all home cooked dishes, Su Xiangwan first took a pair of chopsticks and sliced meat.

Mu Beiting's sight has been falling on her face. Her big hand holding chopsticks is slightly clenched, a little nervous, as if afraid that she will not like it.

"Well Eat well. "

With one bite, Su Xiangwan wanted to bite off her tongue.

The meat is delicious with moderate acidity and sweetness.

It's hard to imagine A piece of sliced meat has this taste

Su Xiangwan nodded his head seriously: "Mu Beiting, your standard is comparable to that of Michelin chef."

Hearing the sound, he was satisfied to take back his eyes.

However, he was obviously excited in his heart, but he still kept a straight face and pretended to be serious.

But Su Xiangwan where is the general soldier, joking, the big devil cooks by himself, how can she not flatter well!

"Well Sauerkraut fish is also delicious... "

"This crystal hoof is also delicious."

"It's good to mix cold dishes..."

More than half an hour later, even if the index finger of his left hand was not convenient, Su Xiangwan still could not hold on.

She really did not eat less, but also ate a lot of meat, it is a crime.

Mu Beiting's cooking is just against the weather. Thinking about his previous life, Zhao Xinning didn't know how many times he had eaten it. Su Xiangwan was so angry in his heart!

However, she didn't know that Mu Beiting had never cooked a meal for Zhao Xinning for ten years.

Just as she was thinking, Mu Beiting began to speak in a deep voice, and his voice did not fluctuate at all: "I live here tonight."