He Is Warmer Than Time

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

Mu Mian whispered: "There are such important documents in it. You should put them in your study."

Tang Ji'an said solemnly: "You should be measured, don't touch it randomly, otherwise, the three-year prison sentence will start."

Mu Mian hurriedly shrank his hands: "I won't touch it, I will definitely not touch it."

"Ok."

Mu Mian was somewhat cautious in his actions: "Then... let's start..."

"Huh? What?"

Mu Mian: "Let’s start speaking. Today is the third time, right? Where do you start?"

Sitting on the sofa, Tang Ji'an began to look down at the file again: "I'm a little busy today, or else, you can help me cook a meal, I haven't eaten so far, and I'm a little hungry."

Mu Mian was a little at a loss: "Ah? Then...Is that one time?"

He looked at the file in his hand seriously: "Well, count it once, there are vegetables in the kitchen, you can do whatever you want."

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

Although she is not a wealthy family, her mother is a housewife, hardworking and virtuous, basically she can't get involved in housework. The little girl in Haicheng, no matter how poor, are all spoiled and used to growing up.

"Well, I'm not picking, you can just do something casually."

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

As soon as Mu Mian heard that he was not picking, even though he was a little confused, he rolled up his sleeves and started to work.

Tang Ji'an concentrated on office work and occasionally glanced at the kitchen. There seemed to be some turmoil in the kitchen. He specifically asked Aunt Lin not to come over today. It seemed that Mu Mian was a little unsure.

Let her go.

The snow outside is getting heavier, Tang Ji'an thought, eat some hot rice and vegetables later, and then boil a little wine and drink. Recently, the work pressure is too much, and I really need to relax.

After an hour, it was more than nine o'clock, and people with empty stomachs really couldn't concentrate on office work.

He got up, walked to the kitchen, stood by the door, and asked, "Are you ready for dinner?"

Mu Mian hurriedly said: "It will be done soon."

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

Mu Mian proudly introduced: "This is pork belly braised tofu sticks, this is steamed and salted with bamboo shoots, and a cob bone corn soup..."

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

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

Tang Ji'an squinted at her: "Try it yourself."

Mu Mian took a bite. In order to let himself go down the stairs, he swallowed that piece of bamboo shoots clothes abruptly, and then forced his discomfort and said: "I...I think it's okay."

Tang Ji'an glanced at her indifferently, a look of hatred for iron and steel.

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

Tang Ji'an looked a little helpless: "I can only cook noodles. Let's eat noodles tonight."

Mu Mian watched the young master above the clouds roll up the sleeves of her white shirt. The sleeves were half-rolled. She discovered that Tang Ji'an had lines on his arms.

She thought that such young masters were all for nothing, but it seemed that she was too prejudiced.

Tang Ji'an was cooking the noodles while instructing: "The hot pot bar, the sweet-scented osmanthus wine, the degree is not too deep."

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Snowy night and wine, a perfect match!