As soon as Tang Ji'an entered the mansion, he took off his coat and put down the briefcase in his hand.

Mu Mian whispered: "There are such important documents in it, you better put them in your study." ”

Tang Ji'an said in a deep voice: "You should be measured, don't touch it, otherwise, you will start with a three-year prison sentence." ”

Mu Mian hurriedly withdrew his hand: "I won't touch it, I definitely won't touch it." ”

"Hmm. ”

Mu Mian was a little restrained in his actions: "Then ...... Let's get started......"

"Huh, what?"

Mu Mian: "Let's start talking, today is the third time, where to start?"

Tang Ji'an sat on the sofa and began to look down at the case file again: "I'm a little busy today, otherwise, you can help me cook a meal, I haven't eaten until now, and I'm a little hungry." ”

Mu Mian was a little at a loss: "Ah......? Does that count once?"

He looked at the case file in his hand seriously: "Well, count once, if there is a dish in the kitchen, you will do whatever you want." ”

Mu Mian touched the back of his head: "Actually...... I'm at home and don't cook much. ”

Although she is not a rich and noble family, her mother is a housewife, hardworking and virtuous, basically she can't interfere in housework, Haicheng little girl, no matter how poor the family, she is used to growing up.

"Well, I don't pick, you can just do a little bit of it. ”

Second Young Master Tang's not picking, and others not picking, are actually two concepts.

As soon as Mu Mian heard that he didn't pick, although he had a little doubt in his heart, he still rolled up his sleeves and started to dry.

Tang Ji'an concentrated on his office, occasionally glancing at the kitchen, there seemed to be some chaos in the kitchen, he specially asked Aunt Lin not to come over today, it seemed that Mu Mian was a little confused.

Let her go.

The snow outside is getting heavier and heavier, Tang Ji'an thought, eat some hot meals and hot dishes for a while, and then drink a little more wine, the pressure of work has been too great recently, and I really need to put it down.

An hour later, it was already past nine o'clock, and people with empty stomachs really couldn't concentrate on their work.

He got up, walked to the kitchen, stood by the door, and asked, "Is it okay to eat?"

Mu Mian was in a hurry: "It'll be right away." ”

When she was young, she walked to the dining room with two plates, and the appearance of the dishes made Tang Ji'an frown unconsciously.

Mu Mian introduced with some pride: "This is a pork belly roasted tofu stick, this is a steamed and salty bamboo shoot, and there is a cob bone corn soup ......"

Tang Ji'an sat aside, picked up the jade chopsticks, took a piece of bamboo shoots, took a bite, and then ...... Spit it out directly: "It's unpalatable." ”

Mu Mian pouted: "Didn't you say you didn't pick it?"

Tang Ji'an squinted at her: "You can taste it yourself." ”

Mu Mian took a bite, and in order to let himself have a step down, he swallowed the dead man's bamboo shoots, and then forcibly swallowed the discomfort and said, "I...... I think it's okay. ”

Tang Ji'an glanced at her lightly, and he looked like he hated iron but not steel.

Mu Mian was a little angry: "Why are you doing? I'm not your nanny, and I don't rely on cooking skills to support myself." ”

Tang Ji'an's expression was a little helpless: "I can only cook noodles, so let's eat noodles tonight." ”

Mu Mian looked at the noble young master above the clouds and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, the sleeves were half rolled, and she found that there were lines on Tang Ji'an's arms.

She thought that this kind of young master was all for nothing, but it seemed that she was too prejudiced.

While cooking noodles, Tang Ji'an instructed: "Hot pot bar, osmanthus wine, the degree is not deep." ”

Green ant new brew wine, red clay small stove......

Snowy night and wine, perfect match!