In the restaurant, Xia Yimo sat at the table alone and waited, eating snacks boredly.

In the kitchen, Mu Jingchen kicked out all the cooks and wanted to cook alone?!

"The eldest young master and cooking, these two words are linked, it's like a fake proposition!" She has studied for so long that she can only cook a porridge, Mu Jingchen's face doesn't look like she can cook!

Xia Yimo complained, but his hands were loose, loosened, and he couldn't calm down, "What should I do, I'm looking forward to it." "I couldn't help but look at the kitchen, but I couldn't see anything.

Uncle Wu passed by and smiled secretly, and said, "Miss, Young Master Qi and Miss Qi are here!" ”

"Really?" Great, someone to play with her! Xia Yimo got up and walked out to greet the two of them.

In the kitchen, Mu Jingchen fumbled for a while before finding the ingredients. But when he was looking for rice, the whole person was stunned. When did the Mu family not even afford to eat white rice? There are only a few bowls of rice in the rice bag, which is enough for one meal?

His eyes quickly swept to the sink, and when he saw the remaining rice grains, he had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Xia Yimo, this is the time to wash the rice, and the rice has been washed away, right?!" Smiled helplessly.

Glancing at the trash can at random, I saw that half of the bucket was full, and the boy's body was shocked. Carrots cut in two, potatoes the size of apple cores, and uncooked white porridge......

Mu Jingchen's expression was very subtle all of a sudden, and he quickly moved the knife with a "da-da-da".

In the restaurant, three people drank tea and ate dessert and chatted.

"Momo, you're blessed, Brother Chen's cooking skills are simply superb!" Qi Ziyan's eyes were full of peach hearts, and she was chattering about the news.

Xia Yimo snickered in her heart, but still said calmly: "Yes, I thought he was a kitchen killer like me!" "Put your hand under the table without a trace, for fear of being seen by the Qi brothers and sisters.

"When Chen used to cook, we were all judges, so we could eat it." Qi Ziran added. It means that Mu Jingchen doesn't often, especially, don't cook for others casually?

The heart is sweeter, and the corners of Xia Yimo's mouth are crooked.

Qi Ziyan was taken by Qi Ziran, and she also remembered something, and echoed, "Yes, yes, Brother Chen is the cooking skill he practiced at that time!" ”

Then? Judges? What the heck? Xia Yimo frowned, she didn't know this.

Seeing that she was puzzled, Qi Ziran said gently: "These things, if you have a chance in the future, wait for Chen to tell you in person." "He wasn't in a position to tell her first.

In fact, cooking is one of the assessments of the heirs of the Mu family, and there is one assessment every year, and cooking accounts for a very important proportion. As for why there is this, only Dad Mu, who is assessed, knows.

Xia Yimo nodded, sneakily peeked at the kitchen, and whispered, "I'll go take a peek." She got up, and the two siblings noticed her injured hand, and worry crossed their eyes.

Pushing the door in, Mu Jingchen happened to be holding a spoon and testing the taste of the soup.

White thread shirt, aqua green trousers, tall and handsome, quiet side face with a spoon in his left hand, inexplicably warm.

His heartbeat was a little fast, Xia Yimo cleared his voice and asked him curiously, "Is it delicious?" ”

"I'm going to ...... too. Not. The spoon suddenly touched her mouth, and the pork rib soup was poured into her mouth, and she couldn't help but sweep her lips with the tip of her tongue.

"Mu Jingchen, your craftsmanship is really not covered! This soup is so delicious! ”

The boy looked at her with a wicked smile, and his eyes became inexplicably deep, "How many streets did you dump your porridge?" ”