Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 596
The enthusiastic mother-in-law simply asked the maid to clean up a guest bedroom on the second floor for her to live in.

Menglan used to chat with her very well, and they almost became mother and daughter. Mother Feng likes to cook and bake, and Menglan also sticks to her to ask for advice. Mother Feng also accepted her as an apprentice, and occasionally shared with her Feng Mu's favorite food and taste.

In my impression, Mother Feng is such a gentle and temperamental woman, I have never seen her lose her temper and punish a servant.

Only after Feng's father passed away, the whole person became irritable, especially repelling her approaching, he threw her arm away viciously, and cursed angrily, "Go away, you are a disaster, you Liu family! Everyone deserves to die!"

"The thing I regret most in my life is treating you as the daughter-in-law of the Feng family!"

Thinking of the past, Meng Lan's eyes showed a hint of grief, those hysterical and harsh words were like thunder, and she would never forget them for a long time.

It was after losing Feng Mu's trust that she felt deeply guilty and willing to obey Feng Mu's orders.

"Miss, the pot is open."

Menglan was relieved by the maid's reminder, and she quickly turned down the heat of the pot, "Thank you, you go out, I'll make it here."

"Ah? This is not very good, Mr. has a unique taste, I can help..."

Meng Lan still had a gentle smile on her face, "No need." She walked to the pot and threw the chopped vegetables into it one by one, as if feeling emotional, with a slightly difficult tone, "No Someone knows his preferences better than me."

From childhood to adulthood, since she can remember, it has been more than twenty years.

She was almost speculating on Feng Mu's preferences, which was much more serious than reading.

The memory will fade away, but half of the habits engraved in the bones are still left.

Menglan was chopping onions, her eyes were moist because of the heat or emotion, she raised her head to suppress the tears, and focused on cooking the ingredients on hand.

night.

Feng Mu worked overtime.

Menglan was also very sensible and didn't call Feng Mu, urging him to come back, and obediently sat at the dining table and waited for him. After the food and soup were cold, she continued to get the microwave to heat it up, back and forth, without knowing how many times.

She was so tired that she rested on the table.

After an unknown amount of time, the door was pushed open, and Uncle Zhao stepped forward respectfully, and greeted the man wearing a dusty cloak and a handsome face, "Master, you are back."

"Yes." Feng Mu agreed lightly, took off his coat and handed it to Uncle Zhao.

He had just raised his foot and stepped into the living room when suddenly a familiar scent came from the kitchen.

Feng Mu also has friends who are very interested in eating, drinking and having fun, but he rarely attends parties. His interest in food is extremely weak, as long as he is not hungry enough.

But now, this smell can easily arouse the glutton in his body.

"Sir, it's Missy..."

Without waiting for Uncle Zhao to explain, Feng Mu waved his palm and walked into the kitchen on his own.

The woman is wearing a simple white shirt with jeans, her hair is tied into a high ponytail, and a floral apron is tied around her waist. This home style is very different from her usual style. She is slender and twisted, and she is judged If there are two people.

I don't know why, with her appearance, the villa is no longer so cold, but there is a trace of 'home'?

Are these dishes made by herself?

The warm yellow light shone on Feng Mu's gentle and handsome face, and there was a touch of softness in his expression, his footsteps froze for a while, then he regained his composure and walked over.

The unique sound of leather shoes stepping on the marble floor also woke up the sleeping woman.

She turned her head to look at Feng Mu, and immediately got up, with a gentle smile on her lips, "You're back, I made you some soup, come and have a taste?"

While speaking, her white fingers lifted the lids of the pots one by one.

Feng Mu's face was calm, without any disturbance or surprise, and he glanced lightly, "Who gave you the right to touch the things of the Feng family, huh? You are getting bolder now."

Meng Lan's arm holding the soup with a spoon trembled slightly, splashing on the back of her hand, it was scalding hot and frighteningly hot, but in response to it, her heart was bitingly cold.

It took her one night to make these foods.

What he got in exchange was Feng Mu's ridicule.

She really wanted to throw the plate and turn around and leave, but she forced herself in her heart: Menglan, don't pay too much attention to his opinion, you are doing this with a purpose, if you want to finish it, how can you not pay some price?
"Okay, I won't do it next time." Menglan put the soup in a bowl, and in a blink of an eye, there was a touch of coquettishness in her eyes, and her smile was still so charming, "I'm just worried about your body, so hard, President Feng, please take good care of your body."

"Come and taste the soup, I remember, you used to like drinking it the most."

Feng Mu was really tired, he opened the dining chair and sat down, unbuttoned a few collar buttons with his fingers, stared at the coriander floating on the soup bowl with his dark eyes, and frowned.

Meng Lan immediately understood, and quickly picked out the coriander with a spoon, "I'm sorry, I know you don't like Shisanxiang, so I put some coriander for seasoning." After picking out, she pushed it to Feng Mu again. In front of him, "Eat, it's better this time."

She probed carefully, thinking that Feng Mu would get impatient and stop drinking, but unexpectedly, he took the spoon and drank the soup in the bowl slowly.

One bowl was not enough, so another bowl came.

Feng Mu drank the soup very fast, and would have been devouring it for others, but his gestures were full of nobleness and elegance.

Meng Lan sat quietly by the side and watched him drink the soup, her fingers tightly clutching the corner of her clothes, she was thinking about how to say the conditions with her head down, but Feng Mu had already lightly put down the bowl, turned around and walked towards the study.

He ignored Menglan completely and didn't say anything.

He didn't even bother to ask the driver to take her back to the hospital.

This selfish man!
"Hello..." Meng Lan hesitated to speak, she wanted to speak, but she was afraid that it would provoke him to be irritable.

The maid immediately rushed over to clean up the dishes on the dining table, Meng Lan bit her pale lips tightly, feeling flustered, she couldn't just give up like this, for the sake of her younger brother, no matter what method she used, she had to complete the task!
I personally went to make a pot of tea and brought it to the study.

Standing at the door, she took a deep breath, stayed for a while, and then mustered up the courage to knock on the door of the study.

(End of this chapter)