The boy's thin lips pursed into a straight line, frowned, and turned around, "I know Uncle Wu, you can also go and get busy with yours." "Really, in order to stop him, the busiest housekeeper of the entire Mu family was arranged here!

Uncle Wu smiled: "Yes, young master." ”

This is more than 20 minutes. As soon as the door rang, Mu Jingchen picked up the tablet casually and looked at it seriously.

It was the housekeeper who came in, Mu Jingchen's face darkened, and then his eyes turned to the milk in Uncle Wu's hand.

Don't tell him it's for him! Do you still think he's a child?!

Sure enough, I saw Uncle Wu open his mouth and smiled: "Young master, Miss said that milk is more nutritious than plain water, let you drink a little to warm your stomach." ”

Mu Jingchen: "......" is really!

Uncle Wu respectfully put the cup on the cabinet and asked with a smile, "Young Master, you won't be waiting for Miss all the time, will you?" ”

"No, I'm looking at the financial statements!" Shaking the tablet in his hand, Mu Jingchen said.

Uncle Wu snickered: "Ahem, young master, your tablet has been taken down." ”

"Uncle Wu, you tell her that if she doesn't come up again, I'll go down!" Mu Jingchen's face darkened, and he immediately turned the tablet one hundred and eighty degrees, and with a swipe of his fingers, he opened a financial report and looked.

After the butler left, he turned his head to look at the milk in his hand, frowned and gritted his teeth, and reached out to take it.

After a while, Xia Yimo pushed the door into the bedroom with something. The boy raised his head, raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up.

"Xia Yimo, you've been tossing for so long, just going to cook something?" Wicked smile teased.

The little girl's eyebrows were crooked, "Yes, I cooked the porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat, how about you taste it?" Glancing at the empty cup on the bedside table, he asked, "How's the milk I boiled?" I've added a lot of ingredients for you! ”

"In general, I don't like to drink milk." Mu Jingchen looked back at her.

Xia Yimo pursed her lips, she didn't like to drink it all, she was masochistic!!

"Then I hope you like to drink this porridge, my mother will make this, and I will learn this one, young master, please use it slowly!" put the tray on the cabinet, Xia Yimo threw it away, looking like "please take it if you like it".

Mu Jingchen raised his eyebrows, reached out to pick up the bowl and spoon, and tasted it, his face expressionless.

"How? Is it hard to drink? Xia Yimo asked him anxiously, "If you think it's unpleasant, forget it, anyway, I have my mind, let the kitchen ...... in a while."

"It's okay, it's your style." The boy replied. The taste was light, just right, and a bit unexpected to him.

Xia Yimo fried his hair, "What is my style?" ”

Mu Jingchen smiled evilly, with a look of "you know", drank the porridge elegantly, and soon saw the bottom of the bowl. Suddenly, there was a jerk in his body.

He looked incredulous, his eyes were complicated, he put the bowl away, and said, "Xia Yimo, stretch out your hand and let me take a look!" ”

"Why?" She shook her head desperately, her eyes flashing, "By the way, I forgot to bring the fruit, I'll ......"

Mu Jingchen stepped forward to grab her, grabbed her hand and took a look, and sure enough, there were a few red spots on the back of her white hand. At first glance, it is a new burn.

No wonder he had to serve his own porridge just now!

"I've been drugged." pursed his lips, his cheeks bulged, and Xia Yimo recruited himself.

"You!" Raising his hand and knocking on the door of her head, Mu Jingchen dragged her downstairs, "Let's go, go to the kitchen, or Young Master Ben will let you take a look, what is called cooking, not just porridge!" ”