is really a duplicitous little girl, and she is still worried that she will not be able to eat, Mu Xingfeng looked at the second bowl of noodles, and suddenly became satisfied.

"Enron, you cook a lot at home?" Mu Xingfeng asked casually while eating, he really wanted to know about this girl, although the information Lin Junyang gave him was already very detailed, but some details of life were still missing.

"Well, when I was a child, I lived with my grandmother, and my grandmother was old, so when I was eight years old, I would cook some simple meals, and later after returning to the city, my mother would often go to play cards, and she would come back late, and I usually cooked the meals at home."

An Ran said while eating, completely ignoring that Mu Xingfeng had paused his chopsticks, and looked at her with a touch of distress in his eyes.

She started cooking at the age of eight, and her sister can't cook at the age of twenty-eight now, and the family is not very good to her, after all, she is an adopted child.

After eating, he safely cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and was about to enter the kitchen, but Mu Xingfeng took the dishes and chopsticks away.

"You can cook the rice in the future, and I'll brush the bowl." is a simple sentence, but the division of labor between the two is well arranged.

Looking at the empty bowl that had been snatched away, An Ran blinked, what does Instructor Mu mean, will he often come here to eat in the future? Alas, the mouth of the eater is short, and the hand of the taker is short, it seems that this resident is also ...... It's short.

An Ran stood at the kitchen door like this, looking at the man washing the dishes inside.

Today's Mu Xingfeng is wearing a military uniform, and he should have come here directly from the army.

To tell the truth, Mu Xingfeng is not only handsome, but also has a first-class figure, a height of more than one meter and eight meters, tall and slender, just those two long legs, and those Korean Obas are minutes and seconds.

That military uniform was worn on him, heroic and handsome, and yesterday's casual clothes made him look extravagant, and indeed some people were born with clothes racks, and they looked good in anything.

At this time, he was standing by the sink, with his sleeves pulled high, just washing the dishes, but it was indescribably charming.

Although Mu Xingfeng lowered his head, he could feel the burning gaze at the door, the corners of his lips hooked, and he suddenly looked up at the other party when he finished brushing the last bowl: "What?" Worried that I'm not brushing cleanly? ”

"No, no," An Ran's ears turned red, and he knew that beauty was wrong, and his nymphomaniac should really be changed.

An Ran returned to the living room in annoyance, sat on the sofa, grabbed his hair irritably, and picked up the remote control to watch TV.

Mu Xingfeng watched the little girl run away with a red face, the smile on the corner of his lips became even bigger, he quickly brushed the dishes and chopsticks, and saw the little girl watching TV when he went out.

What seems to be a reality show on TV is a variety show, and the little girl is grinning with crooked eyebrows.

Mu Xingfeng walked over with long legs, who knew that the little girl seemed to see her coming, and immediately restrained her smile and sat on the sofa.

Mu Xingfeng's eyes darkened, she was so afraid of herself?

Mu Xingfeng walked over with some anger and sat next to An Ran.

An Ran only felt that the sofa next to him sank, and then a wave of cold air hit, which was even cooler than blowing the air conditioner directly.

Look at Instructor Mu's face again, my mother, isn't it just a bowl? And she looked at the door, really not afraid that he would not paint cleanly, but she couldn't tell him, she was just obsessed with his beauty for a while.

An Ran felt that for the sake of his own little life, it was better to flash people first.