Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 784
Meng Lan lowered her eyes, staring at Feng Mu's handsome facial features, there was a hint of amazement in her eyes.

The yellowish light shone on Feng Mu's side face, giving his originally hard face a layer of soft light, which turned out to be indescribably handsome.

This made Menglan feel a little lost.

She suddenly remembered the scene of falling in love with Feng Muhui at first sight.

It was the freshman season, and Feng Mu, as an outstanding senior of the previous class, was in charge of giving a speech to them. He was standing under the sun, holding a speech script in his hand.

Meng Lan still remembered the scene at that time, Feng Mu lowered his head, speaking to the new students in both Chinese and English.

At that time, all the freshmen at the scene were dumbfounded, and most of the girls showed admiration in their eyes, and they all sighed, "Handsome, so handsome!"

And among this group of girls, Menglan is also one of them.

It was also from that day that she officially fell in love with Feng Mu at first sight. In fact, thinking about it now, it is not surprising that everyone in this world will not resist the sun?

At that time, Fengmu, to most people, was like sunshine.

Even though the sun is beautiful, when you stretch out your hand, you can only feel the temperature it irradiates, but it is difficult to grasp it.

"Okay." Feng Mu reminded her in a low voice.

After hearing his voice, Meng Lan's delicate body trembled slightly before she woke up from her fantasy.

"Thank you."

She responded incoherently, and then slowly withdrew her hand.

"Why are you being polite." Feng Mu's handsome face revealed a touch of tenderness, and he reached out to stroke her head, "Yesterday you helped me apply the medicine, and today I will help you, we don't take advantage of anyone else. "

Having said that, Meng Lan is not stupid, yesterday she just applied medicine to Feng Mu, and did nothing at all.

But today Feng Mu helped her fight and drive away those hooligans. To put it bluntly, if something goes wrong, he might even risk his life.

Therefore, Menglan can clearly distinguish which is more important.

Thinking of this, a sense of guilt welled up in her heart, and she subconsciously asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah." Feng Mu nodded honestly, "That said, I'm really hungry."

Meng Lan waited for his words, with a faint smile on her face, she quickly reminded, "Then I'll cook for you, what do you want?"

"No, your hands are not good." Feng Mu's gaze was fixed on her wrist that had just finished applying the medicine.

"That's true." Meng Lan frowned, feeling a little unhappy in her heart.

It's not that she wants to cook for Feng Mu so much, it's just that in her bones, she doesn't like to owe favors to others.

But she has nothing to repay Feng Mu. Yesterday, I saw that Feng Mu liked the dishes she cooked very much, and I thought about making them again to repay him.

Feng Mu saw Meng Lan's heart, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he just wanted to remind her, "There is no need to thank him."

But suddenly it occurred to her that maybe she could use the name of cooking to stay with Menglan for a while longer.

So, his eyes sank slightly, and he reminded Menglan, "In that case, let me cook."

"You do it?" Meng Lan showed surprise, "But you can't do it?"

"You teach me." Feng Mu explained confidently, "I can do it, you just stand aside and guide me. Anyway, cooking is not too difficult, and I have never learned it."

After listening to what he said, Meng Lan felt that it made sense, so she nodded in agreement.

It's true, Feng Mu talked about a project worth tens of millions, and he was able to sign it without the slightest difficulty, not to mention the trivial matter of cooking, it certainly wouldn't bother him.

There should be no problem?

But the fact gave her a slap in the face, she really overestimated Feng Mu.

As soon as he walked into the kitchen, he saw Feng Mu took out a handful of celery from the refrigerator, washed it with his hands casually, and threw it directly on the cutting board.

He picked up the kitchen knife and was about to cut it.

And it just so happened that Meng Lan had just walked to the door. Seeing this scene, she hurriedly rushed forward to stop her, "Wait a minute, haven't you eaten celery? How can you just eat it without picking off the leaves!"

After listening to her words, Feng Mu replied with a ignorant "Oh", grabbed a handful of celery in his hand, and then cut it off directly at his waist.

Hearing the crisp sound of "click", Meng Lan stretched out her hand to caress her forehead, with helplessness in her eyes.

day.

Why is she regretting... the idea of ​​letting Feng Mu into the kitchen.

"Did I do something wrong?" But she was so angry here, but Feng Mu had an innocent face, and even asked her aggrievedly.

Even if Meng Lan wanted to get angry, when she saw Feng Mu's clear eyes, it was as if she had punched the cotton with a fist, and she couldn't get it out.

"Yes, you should only pick off the leaves, I'll teach you." Meng Lan reminded helplessly.

Immediately afterwards, she stepped forward and taught Feng Mu how to remove the leaves.

As soon as she picked off a leaf, Feng Mu didn't let her do it anymore, but he learned quickly, and almost picked off all the leaves of celery at the fastest speed.

After Menglan watched all of them, her eyes were full of satisfaction.

But she also judged from this that Feng Mu is really a kitchen idiot, the kind that is almost hopeless.

After the celery is processed, it is ready to be cut. Once any vegetables and meat pass through Feng Mu's hands, they will become different sizes.

Although the appearance is a bit ugly, it is not a big deal, and it will not be able to poison people to death.

Until all the celery and meat are in the pot, that's when the disaster begins.

"Pour soy sauce first!"

"Take a shovel and stir fry a few times. Otherwise, what is the shovel in your hand used for? Does it look good?"

"My God, that's sugar, not salt!"

After Meng Lan's rescue, Feng Mu finally brought a plate of fried meat with celery to the table. Although it was cooked, it was... too thoroughly cooked.

Meng Lan looked at the dark dishes on the plate, with panic in her eyes, she swallowed subconsciously.

This dish... are you sure you can eat it?

Feng Mu came over with two bowls of rice, saw Menglan staring at the dish in a daze, and hurriedly urged her, "Why don't you eat it?"

"Uh, I'm not hungry yet." Meng Lan smiled awkwardly, pulling out an excuse at random.

The most important thing is... to eat?

Is this sure that people can still live after eating it?
And Feng Mu also realized how unpalatable what he made, covered his mouth, coughed in embarrassment, and reminded lightly, "If you don't like to eat, we can order takeaway."

Order takeout?
Will it hurt Feng Mu's self-esteem too much? After all, he has worked so hard for so long.

(End of this chapter)