The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Yunci didn't speak, he didn't even glance at Mu Chenbi.

"Is it not to your appetite? Then what do you want to eat, tell me, I will let someone do it again." Mu Chenbi asked.

Yunci remained silent.

Mu Chenbi sat down next to him, breathing slightly, and said, "Didn't you promise me yesterday? As long as you see Dongtang Chiyou, you will eat, and you also ate last night, what happened today? ?"

Yunci turned his eyes slowly, glanced at Mu Chenbi, and said coldly: "You want me to eat, yes, you can make me a copy by yourself."

Hearing this, Mu Chenbi was stunned for a while, and then he laughed: "A Ci, you are embarrassing me too much. I have never cooked."

Yun Ci tilted his head and looked at him, and the corners of his lips curled up mockingly: "Isn’t that it’s good for me? I don’t want to do this little thing for me. If it’s Ayou, even if he doesn’t, he will definitely do it for me. I'm going to learn."

Hearing this, Mu Chenbi's smile on the corners of his lips sank, and he twisted his eyebrows. He seemed a little unhappy. He stared at Yunci for a long time. He said, "Well, as long as it makes you happy, these I can do everything."

After speaking, he stood up and walked to the door of the room. He happened to see the servant. He coldly ordered: "Come to the kitchen and teach me to cook."

Looking at Mu Chenbi's leaving back, Yun Ci sneered at the corners of his lips.

In the kitchen, there was a clanging sound, and the servant's exclamation.

"King, are you okay? Let me come."

Ye Jiao passed by the kitchen, and when she heard this, she walked into the kitchen.

When he walked to the door, he saw Mu Chenbi standing in the kitchen. He raised a hand. The servant was carefully bandaging his fingers. There were uncut ingredients on the chopping board and a kitchen knife with blood on the blade.

Ye Jiao walked over and asked, "What are you doing?"

Mu Chenbi raised his eyes and glanced at Ye Jiao. He didn't say anything. He bandaged the wound on his finger. He returned to the cutting board, picked up the kitchen knife, and chopped vegetables jerky and stiffly, almost cutting the wound several times.

Ye Jiao lowered her voice and asked the servant, "What's the matter?"

The servant looked back at Mu Chenbi, then leaned over to Ye Jiao's ear, and whispered: "The one upstairs said that he is going to eat the breakfast that the king made himself, so the king is learning to cook porridge."

Ye Jiao's eyes widened in astonishment, and she looked at Mu Chenbi's busy back in inconceivable way. She only felt absurd and ridiculous: "Are you crazy?!"

Mu Chenbi, who once held a gun and can knock others' heads off with a single shot, is now holding a kitchen knife and making breakfast for others? !

Crazy, crazy, really crazy.

Ye Jiao clenched her hands on her tight sides, a trace of anger appeared on her face.

Almost busy all morning, after experiencing failure and then failing again, and failing again, the hot porridge finally came out.

Mu Chenbi was accidentally scalded, and the servant hurriedly went to get the scald medicine. The fingers of one of Mu Chenbi's hands were almost covered with gauze.

Lian Mu Shenbi picked up the porridge with one hand, and the servant hurried to pick it up: "I'll come."

"No." Mu Chenbi walked out of the kitchen carrying the porridge.

When he was about to go upstairs, Ye Jiao's figure suddenly stopped in front of Mu Chenbi. Seeing his already scarred hand, Ye Jiao said angrily: "Are you doing this?"

Mu Chenbi said indifferently: "You don't need to care about this matter."

Ye Jiao roared: "Whatever she asks you to do, you will do what you want. Would you die if she asked you to die too?!"