Mysterious president owes a lot

The floor was hard, covered with only a thin mattress.

Even so, He Jiayin was unwilling to get up.She wrapped the quilt tightly, not wanting to run out with the heat from her body.

She was tossed about half the night last night, tired and hungry, that's why she dreamed of steamed stuffed buns.I grabbed the buns and took a bite. Before I could chew, the boss found out.

"Dare to steal?" He kicked her on the side of the waist.

She was in pain, but she was reluctant to let go of the bun: "I have money, and I will pay you."

"Get up!" The boss picked up the glass of water in his hand and splashed it on her face.

So cool!

He Jiayin shuddered, opened her eyes, and saw the culprit standing on top of her head.

Mu Zechuan put down his teacup, stepped over her, and even stepped on her hand.

Must be intentional.

"In 5 minutes, I want to eat fried eggs." Mu Zechuan gave the order, and then walked straight out of the bedroom.

He Jiayin was numb from sleeping on the cold floor. She waited for a few seconds before sitting up.

Before he had time to wipe off the cold water from his face, he quickly rolled up the bedding and stuffed it into the closet.

She has been sleeping on the floor like this for a year, because Mu Zechuan asked her to wait on him for tea in the middle of the night.

Only perverts drink tea in the middle of the night, He Jiayin thinks so.

When I was walking, I realized that the pain underneath was severe. I glanced at the big bed. What happened last night made He Jiayin's heart tremble, and she couldn't help cursing secretly, Mu Zechuan, a beast!

She tried her best to make her steps not look so awkward. If the servants at home saw her, she might gossip behind her back.

In fact, she was worried a little too much, and the servants didn't take her seriously.Her status as the young mistress of the Mu family is often inferior to that of the servants in this family.

Entering the kitchen, turning on the fire and pouring oil into the eggs, He Jiayin never imagined that a year ago, she, who didn't even know where the kitchen door opened, would be so skillful now.

Mu Zechuan has a perverted hobby, that is, he must eat a fried egg in the morning.Obviously there are cooks and servants at home, but he just let her do such a thing.

He sighed softly.

There is only one wall between the dining room and the kitchen, and voices can be heard faintly.

"Mr. Mu, today's stock market trend..." It was Mu Zechuan's assistant who reported to him, every day at this time.

He Jiayin tilted her ears to listen more carefully.Although Mu Zechuan agreed to help her with the loan, she was still afraid that he would backtrack, because such things had happened before, and she really couldn't understand Mu Zechuan's moody temper.

"Young Mistress, Master let me tell you, there is still half a minute." Butler Li went into the kitchen and said to He Jiayin.

"Oh, right away!" She hurriedly grabbed the pot, but didn't want to touch the edge of the pot, only heard a "squeak", which was the sound of the flesh being roasted.

He Jiayin couldn't help crying out, and almost knocked over the pot, but luckily the other hand grabbed the handle of the pot firmly.

Ignoring her burnt fingers, she quickly put the fried eggs on a plate and sprinkled the seasonings prepared in advance.

Fortunately, the egg was not knocked over, otherwise she would be out of luck.

The fried egg was finally placed in front of Mu Zechuan.

Mu Zechuan picked up the knife and fork, took a bite, and threw the egg back on the plate: "Yah." The mouthful also spit out: "How do you do it?"

"Fry in olive oil over low heat, cook at half-cooked, sprinkle with salt, black pepper, perilla powder..." From failure to success, He Jiayin has made hundreds of fried eggs like this, and of course he remembers the method firmly.

Apart from Mu Zechuan, there is probably no other person in this world who has so many things to do after eating an fried egg.