Pampering cool and thin beloved wife

Chapter 45
The smile in Jian Yunshang's eyes gradually deepened, but it gave people the feeling that there was no warmth at all, and even a little creepy.

After narrowing her eyes and staring at him for a second, she said clearly, "I want to eat Kyoto cold beef noodles, this must not be a problem for Young Master Jiang."

Jiang Muchen nodded hastily.

Seeing his pride, Jian Yunshang couldn't help adding slowly: "Two taels of freshly rolled noodles, each of which should not exceed 2 cm in size. One tael of top-quality beef tenderloin should be stewed until it is crispy but not rotten. The bean paste from Fengxiangpu, the chives from Guangdong, cut into half a centimeter long and fried until fragrant, and poured with sesame oil."

"It's over?" Jiang Muchen swallowed uncomfortably.Just listening to her count so many requests is already killing me. I'm really afraid that she will ask how much heat and water temperature.

Jian Yunshang tilted her head, thinking seriously.His mouth was slightly open, as if he still had something to say.

Seeing this, Jiang Muchen got up in a hurry, and hurriedly said: "Go wash your face and change into clean clothes, and you'll be fine after a while."

After finishing speaking, people have rushed outside the door.

The twilight merged, and the neon lights lit up one after another, gradually dyeing the crow-blue sky red.

Jiang Muchen went to the kitchen quickly, took the chef to look around with him, and found that among the ingredients Jian Yunshang mentioned, there was only one thing at home—flour.

Clenching his fists, releasing them, and clenching them again, it took him a long time to force himself to calm down, took a deep breath, dismissed the chef, and called Zhuo Hui in a deep voice.

"Boss, have you turned off your phone?" Zhuo Hui thought it was because of going back to Jiang's house, so he asked inexplicably from a long distance: "Madam said she couldn't reach you."

Jiang Muchen was so preoccupied with how to turn the flour into noodles that he didn't pay attention to what Zhuo Hui said.When someone came close, he repeated what Jian Yunshang said, and angrily urged him to do it quickly.

The sun came out from the west. Jiang Muchen, who rarely even enters the kitchen, actually asked him to buy seasonings... Zhuo Hui looked up at the sky silently, and he almost shouted to come quickly and Dao Lei struck him to death.

He purchased all the ingredients as quickly as possible, and he didn't dare to delay for a moment, so he rushed back.

When he entered the kitchen, he saw that the cook had been blasted somewhere to cool off, and Jiang Muchen looked at the bowl of noodle soup in disgrace, helpless.Zhuo Hui carefully put the bag of seasonings on the dressing table, and asked nonchalantly, "Boss, do you want noodles?"

Jiang Muchen glanced at him fiercely.

Zhuo Hui wisely kept his mouth shut, whether to leave or not.After dawdling for a while, he walked back with his hands behind his back and his head poking around: "That... I will meet."

Jiang Muchen's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he looked at him without anger, as if to say, "Hey, how can I deal with you!"

Zhuo Hui's back felt cold, and he couldn't help but regret that he was talking too much...

From the ratio of flour to water, the explanation to the process of kneading and rolling noodles, Zhuo Hui finished in one breath, and then asked him to follow the steps.

Jiang Muchen looked at him without saying a word for a few seconds, then poured out the noodle soup he made earlier, reinstalled the flour eyelets, and added warm water and noodles according to the proportion.

Zhuo Hui babbled, sometimes saying that there was too much water, and sometimes that there was not enough noodles.Jiang Muchen stopped his movements, narrowed his eyes dangerously, and silently warned him to shut up.

After two hours of arduous struggle, a bowl of cold noodles with a worrying appearance was finally released.Jiang Muchen picked up two sticks with chopsticks, closed his eyes and chewed them in his mouth.

Compared with the ginger tea made in the afternoon, the taste of this noodle is slightly better.

Regardless of cleaning up the flour on his body, he picked up the bowl and walked out of the kitchen excitedly.Trotted all the way into the east courtyard, knocked nervously on the door of the guest bedroom: "Yunshang, your face is ready."

Jian Yunshang had just eaten the beef porridge sent by Shabuweizhai. Hearing the movement, she casually took out a piece of paper and wiped her mouth: "Come in."

The door squeaked open, she raised her head slowly, and was stunned on the spot.

Most of Jiang Muchen's face was covered with flour, his black eyes full of anticipation looked over, his appearance was funny and ridiculous.

Looking down, the floral apron around the waist was hanging loosely, and the front of the black suit on his body was covered with flour, and the original color could hardly be seen clearly.

This idiot, maybe he really went to make noodles by himself.

Thinking about it, Jian Yunshang looked straight at the porcelain bowl in his hand, and coughed uncomfortably: "You did it?"

Jiang Muchen didn't notice the empty plate on the side, raised his sword eyebrows, and walked over triumphantly with an expression of "that's what you need to say", "My craftsmanship is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

What a proud and conceited man!Jian Yunshang frowned.

In fact, she never expected that the aloof president of the Mutian Group, the only grandson of the Jiang family, would condescend to be subordinate to her.

The atmosphere of silence spread silently.Jian Yunshang's initial disdain receded, and her heart moved.

In this era, not to mention men, even she herself rarely cooks.And she made it clear that she was trying to make things difficult, she never thought that he took every word and every word seriously.

Jiang Muchen was originally full of confidence, but after waiting for a long time without seeing her, he didn't speak, and didn't look at himself, his self-esteem was severely hit.

Thinking of him being the majestic eldest son of the Jiang family, cooking his first show in person, no credit but also hard work, this little woman is actually not in my eyes!Putting the noodles on the coffee table without losing momentum, he saw that there was still a small half bowl of beef porridge left in the bowl.

Standing silently for a second, his beautiful black eyes dimmed instantly, and he turned around with his face raised in depression.

Jian Yunshang also saw the half bowl of porridge, and instantly looked like a child who had been caught doing something bad, and lowered her head at a loss.

The man's steady and powerful footsteps gradually drifted away, she pursed her lower lip uncomfortably, and said in time before the sound disappeared: "Wait..."

"It's batter." Jiang Muchen stopped walking with a twitching corner of his mouth, without turning his head.

With her tall body facing away from her, the surrounding atmosphere also became desolate and inexplicable.

In this way, Jian Yunshang felt even more like a heinous villain.

After hesitating for a moment, she opened her mouth and suddenly realized that she was good at lying: "Jiang Muchen, I was not full just now."

"I'll ask the servant to come over and warm up the porridge for you." Jiang Muchen heard the hint of persuasion hidden in her words, and took another step out viciously: "Wait a moment."

"I want to eat noodles!" Jian Yunshang was in a hurry. She had always been calm and reserved, and it was the first time she lost her sense in front of this man: "Come back."

Jiang Muchen curled his lips proudly where she couldn't see, and when he turned around, his handsome face was covered with a teased look: "I didn't even eat dinner to make noodles for you."

When Jian Yunshang heard it, she blamed herself even more, took it with guilt and anxiety, and sent it to her mouth in small mouthfuls.

The noodles are overcooked, the soup is not salty enough, and the sesame oil is poured too much... But every bite, I feel that the taste is so good.

(End of this chapter)