Chapter 77 I Live Here Tonight
In the end, Su Xiangwan's fingers were still wrapped in bandages by Mu Beiting.
The bandages are not very thick, and the bandages are beautiful.
But Su Xiangwan still felt it was exaggerated no matter how he looked at it.
Within a few minutes, the pot in the kitchen suddenly made a rustling sound, and Su Xiangwan got up quickly: "The pot is still burning!"
"You recuperate, I'll cook."
After saying that, Mu Beiting turned and walked towards the kitchen.
The corners of Su Xiangwan's eyes twitched uncontrollably, healed up...
She lived for two lifetimes before she realized that the word "rehabilitation" could also be used for a cut in her finger. People who don't know may think that she has hemiplegia.
It seemed that he didn't quite believe that the pampered young master of the Mu family could cook, so Su Xiangwan followed after recovering.
Mu Beiting first brushed the dried pot and put it aside, then washed the unwashed vegetables, arranged them neatly by color, and finally cut the shredded cucumber skillfully.
Su Xiangwan opened his mouth slightly, a little in disbelief.
Looking at the neatly arranged cucumber shreds, almost every one of which was about the same thickness, she couldn't help but stepped forward to pick up one and put it in front of her eyes for a closer look.
Could it be said that a good-looking person will even look good if the yellow light is cut?
She sighed to herself here, and Mu Beiting glanced at her lightly: "Hungry?"
Su Xiangwan shook his head: "No, I'm just surprised that you, a big president who manages everything every day, can still shred it."
Mu Beiting smiled slightly, which made her lose her mind.
Su Xiangwan stood aside the whole time. After knowing that all the preparations were done, Mu Beiting turned around and said, "Go back to the bedroom, there is oily smoke."
"okay."
Su Xiangwan turned around and cleared the dining table before returning to the bedroom to continue studying the script.
About an hour later, Mu Beiting opened the door and came in: "Come over for dinner."
Su Xiangwan was a little curious, jumped off the sofa and ran to the living room, looked at the dishes on the table, was so surprised that his jaw almost dropped to the floor.
It's really... pretty.
After serving the meal for her, Mu Beiting sat opposite her and didn't make a sound.
Because they were all home-cooked dishes, Su Xiangwan first took a piece of chopsticks to slip the meat.
Mu Beiting's gaze fell on her face all the time, and his big hand holding the chopsticks clenched a little bit, a little nervous, as if he was afraid that she would not like it.
"Well...it's delicious."
With one bite, Su Xiangwan wanted to bite his tongue off.
The outside is burnt and the inside is tender, the meat is delicious, and the sweet and sour is moderate.
It's hard to imagine...a piece of meat can have such a taste...
Su Xiangwan nodded seriously: "Mu Beiting, your level is comparable to that of a Michelin star chef."
Hearing the sound, he looked back in satisfaction.
But it was obvious that he was inexplicably excited in his heart, but he still kept a straight face, pretending to be serious.
But Su Xiangwan is no ordinary soldier, just kidding, how can she not flatter her when the big devil cooks himself!
"Well...the fish with pickled cabbage is also delicious..."
"This crystal hoof is also delicious."
“Cold dishes are also good…”
More than half an hour passed, even though the index finger of his left hand was inconvenient, Su Xiangwan still couldn't hold on.
She really didn't eat less, and ate a lot of meat, which was a crime.
Mu Beiting's cooking skills are simply against the sky. Thinking about his previous life, Zhao Xinning had eaten it countless times, Su Xiangwan was so angry!
But she didn't know that in the previous life, the husband and wife had been in name only for ten years, but Mu Beiting had never cooked a meal for Zhao Xinning.
Just as she was thinking wildly, Mu Beiting said in a deep voice, without any fluctuations in his voice: "I'll live here tonight."