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Chapter 97 Nangong Chen Cooks

Sitting on the sofa boredly looking at Nangong Chen's back, he suddenly felt that living a simple life like this is pretty good and comfortable.

Just when Mu Zixi was feeling a little happy, the butler, Uncle Chen, ran past her in a hurry, followed by a roar.

Nangong Chen's face was dark, and the blue veins on the hand holding the spoon bulged, "Who designed the spoon so short? Do you want to burn my young master to death? If you design it longer, you will die? Don't you know that the oil will splash on people? ? The spoon must be designed to be at least one meter long to be safe!"

As he spoke, the spoon in his hand was deformed by his pinching.

Mu Zixi's mouth puffed up in surprise, and just as she was about to say something, she heard his roar again.

"What's the matter with this duck? There's no smell at all?! It's not cooked inside, and the skin is burnt black. Uncle Chen, go get some red wine."

"Yes, young master." Uncle Chen swallowed, took out a bottle of red wine from the refrigerator, and handed it to Nangong Chen with some reluctance.

You must know that the red wine is a fine product imported from Germany, and a bottle costs hundreds of thousands.

Nangong Chen opened the red wine with a corkscrew, and was about to pour it on the duck. Uncle Chen was so frightened that he quickly stopped him, "Master, the duck for red wine needs to be cut into pieces, and you threw it into the pot without cutting into pieces. Even red wine is useless!"

"Whatever, just a bottle of red wine, it's nothing." Frowning tightly, he poured all the brains in his hand into the pot, picked up the lid and slammed the duck to cover it, "You won't be cooked this time!"

Mu Zixi watched his series of violent actions, the corners of her lips twitched. When Nangong Chen turned around, she froze in place!

Nangong Chen's face was gloomy, the stink couldn't be worse, there were still many oil stains on the casual clothes, and there were some red marks on his generous hands.

Mu Zixi got up quickly, stepped forward and frowned and looked at his slightly embarrassed look, "Why are you going to the kitchen when you have nothing to do?"

She couldn't help laughing when she thought of his sentence "a spoon must be designed at least one meter to be safe".

"I'll make you dinner." He answered her muffledly. At this moment, he realized that cooking looks easy, but it's actually very difficult. If you don't pay attention, the oil will splash on your skin, and you will be in danger at any time.

Mu Zixi pulled him to look him up and down, her voice was soft and crisp, "The kitchen is a woman's territory, you big men don't go in, really...you cook like..."

Halfway through, the surrounding air suddenly became a little colder.

"Just what?...Huh?" Nangong Chen slightly narrowed his deep and charming eyes, and there was a dangerous signal in his eyes.

"Uh..." Mu Zixi was a little scared at once, deeply afraid that he would slap her to death, deformed like that spoon, "It's so... so handsome, a housewife..."

"I'll take you to the hotel for dinner. Get ready and I'll take a shower." Looking at his oily clothes with disgust, the wrinkles between his brows deepened.

With long legs striding towards the stairs, she disappeared from Mu Zixi's sight.

Mu Zixi stuck out her tongue helplessly, shifted her gaze to the "battlefield" where Nangong Chen had just been, and couldn't help shaking her head.

He said to Uncle Chen, "Throw away the duck! Hurry up and prepare a good duck to put in."

"Yes, miss." Uncle Chen scooped out the still-cooking duck with a deformed spoon in pain, put it in a plastic bag, and took out a new duck from the refrigerator.

In order to prevent Nangong Chen from discovering that the duck had been mixed, he did not cut the duck into pieces, but cut a few deep cuts at the bottom, poured the remaining red wine on the duck, and covered the pot.

(End of this chapter)