Genius son best mother

Chapter 41 Get me a bowl too
Such a gentle and beautiful boy, if he was in Mu Ranran's era, he might also be one of the types of stars.

It's a pity that Mu Ranran, who is used to seeing countless beautiful men, has enough immunity to the adult version of handsome men, just like Nangong Chuli back then, who deliberately put on such a charming posture, Mu Ranran was never charmed up.

What's more, it's just a gentle young man smiling like this, so naturally it didn't cause any damage to Mu Ranran.

At this moment, I only heard Mu Ranran say something quite calmly.

"Alright then, since Mr. Mei has no objections, then I'll go prepare the ingredients."

After Mu Ranran finished speaking, she disappeared from Mei Ziqian's sight without even turning her head.

Seeing Mu Ranran's unmoved look, Mei Ziqian's smile disappeared without a trace.

With a bit of annoyance, he suddenly raised his hand and threw away the scroll in his hand.

This Mu Ranran has said in the past that she likes his smile the most.

Why is she not responding at all now?It's like a different person from her in the past.

Could it be that he found the wrong person?Isn't this Mu Ranran the Mu Ranran he was looking for?
It can be said that Mei Ziqian spent the whole day in entanglement. At one moment, he felt that this Mu Ranran was the one he knew, and at another moment, he overturned his previous thinking and felt that it was not.

In this way, entangled and entangled, it will soon be midnight.

At that time, Mu Jinyu and Nangong Chuli came back from practicing martial arts on the small hill, and both of them went to wash and clean up.

And Mu Ranran placed all the ingredients prepared earlier, and was thinking about making pumpkin yam beef porridge, but found the most critical problem, that is, no one lit the fire for her.

In her world, there is no need for anyone to help the fire, it is all done automatically by the machine, and even the level of heat can be adjusted, so she doesn't need to bother about it at all.

It's good now, without the help of Nannan and Chunmiao to light the fire, how can she cook while lighting the fire? This worries her to death.

"Mom, what's the matter? Seeing that you are in trouble, is there something wrong?"

At this time, after washing up, Mu Jinyu came to Mu Ranran in a simple and neat attire.

Mu Ranran, not afraid of her son's jokes, pointed to the stove.

"Son, mother doesn't know how to light a fire, what should I do?"

"Mother, it's not a big deal if you don't know how to make a fire. My son, I can make a fire. This little matter is on Jinyu's shoulders."

Mu Jinyu thought that his mother was worried about something, but after a long time, it turned out that it was just a fire problem, so he immediately patted his little chest, promising to burn it well.

"Really? That's great, son. I'll leave the fire to you."

Since Mu Ranran saw Mu Jinyu's performance during these days, she no longer treats him like a six-year-old child.

Now, when her son said he could start a fire, she didn't even have any doubts, and directly handed over this task to Mu Jinyu.

That Mu Jinyu had her mother's full trust, her phoenix eyes were shining brightly, and there was a vortex of laughter on the corners of her lips.

He quickly lit the dry grass with a flint, then set up firewood, and slowly started the fire, and it burned vigorously.

When Mu Ranran saw her son's skillful movements, she seemed to be doing it in one go, and it was more deft than her daughter to light a fire.

Immediately, he was so happy that he smiled and said, "My son is really the best, great!"

Mu Ranran gave Mu Jinyu a thumbs up, and then started her process.

I saw her put the rice that had been soaked in water for half an hour into the pot, and then add enough water to the pot.

After the fire was boiled, he asked his son to lower the fire, which took about half an hour, and it needed to be stirred constantly to prevent the pot from sticking and overflowing.

Then, she took the yam, peeled it, and cut it into small cubes. Similarly, she peeled the pumpkin and cut it into small cubes, shredded the ginger, and chopped the shallots into pieces.

After seeing the rice porridge in the pot until the rice grains bloomed, I added the pumpkin and diced yam and continued to cook for five to six minutes.

Finally, Mu Ranran added the minced beef marinated with shredded ginger, starch, cooking wine and a little oil into the pot, boiled again, then turned to low heat and continued to cook for 3-[-] minutes.

After that, you can add salt and chives and stir evenly, so that you can serve in a pot.

The pumpkin, yam, and beef porridge served in a bowl looks bright and golden in color, and smells so fragrant that it makes the foodie Nangong Chuli, who has been staring at it for a long time, salivate.

"Mrs. Mu, what kind of porridge is this? I don't think I've ever eaten it. Can you give me a bowl first?"

Nangong Chuli's peach blossom eyes stared fixedly at the pumpkin yam beef porridge in Mu Ranran's hand, wishing to snatch it away and quickly eat two bites.

It's a pity, as soon as he touched Mu Ranran's cold eyes, he immediately retracted his claws obediently, and said: "That sick man Mei Ziqian can't eat that much at all, I know, his appetite is very small Yes, such a big bowl of porridge, it would be great if he could drink a small portion of it."

"Nangong Chuli, what do you mean by that?"

Mu Ranran looked at the big sea bowl in her hand, and said with a smile.

"What I mean is obvious. Anyway, Mei Ziqian can't finish it. In order not to waste it, Mrs. Mu, I suggest you give him a small bowl."

"The rest, I'll give my apprentice to mend. Look, your son, my apprentice, this body is too thin, and you have been practicing kung fu hard recently, so you have to work hard to mend this body. So , Let’s leave a portion of this supper for my apprentice.”

Nangong Chuli was attracted by the aroma wafting from Mu Ranran's bowl, and swallowed her saliva, she really wanted to eat it, what should I do?
And at this time, Mei Ziqian had already stood at the door of the kitchen at some point, he had come here at random to see how Mu Ranran was cooking.

Unexpectedly, he didn't see Mu Ranran cooking, but he saw Nangong Chuli pestering Mu Ranran to insist on his bowl of medicinal food.

At that moment, he rolled his eyes and coughed lightly.

In this way, Nangong Chuli, who was standing in front of him, turned around in shock, and even started to stammer.

"Mei, Mei Ziqian, you, what are you, when did you stand here?"

Young master, did he see the embarrassing look he put on just now?

Definitely not, no, definitely not being seen by a sick person like Mei Ziqian.

Nangong Chuli comforted herself like this, but she didn't want Mei Ziqian to just ignore him.

Looking past him, he went directly to the pumpkin yam beef porridge in Mu Ranran's hand.

"It seems that my medicated diet is ready, right?"

"That's right, Mr. Mei, I've already made the pumpkin, yam, and beef porridge you want to eat. I just wanted to serve it to you. I don't want you to walk over by yourself. It's easy. You can just sit at the dining table in the outer hall." It's ready to eat."

With Mu Ranran's suggestion like this, Mei Ziqian was easy to talk to, listened to it with a slight smile, and nodded slightly.

"it is good."

In this way, Mu Ranran naturally brought the bowl of pumpkin yam beef porridge to Mei Ziqian on the dining table in the outer hall.

And Mei Ziqian took a small spoon, just took a small bite, and began to eat gracefully.

The foodie Nangong Chuli saw that Mei Ziqian had no intention of stopping at all, she ate one bite after another, eating with relish, and commenting from time to time.

"The taste is really good, the taste is particularly smooth, refreshing and not too sweet, it really whets the appetite, whets the appetite."

In this way, the foodie Nangong Chuli felt resentful, and he began to act like a spoiled child shamelessly towards Mu Ranran.

"Mrs. Mu, Mrs. Mu, otherwise, how about you work harder and make another one?"

"Why do you want to do it for you? Mr. Mei paid money, but you Nangong Chuli—"

"I also pay money. I have plenty of money, which is much more generous than Mei Ziqian, a stingy miser. He only pays 30 taels of silver a month, and I give 1000 taels of silver a month. How about it?"

As soon as money was mentioned, Nangong Chuli immediately gained confidence.

After hearing this, Mu Ranran smiled and shook her head.

"After all, you are my son's master. I would be embarrassed to accept your money."

"What's the matter, I'm willing to give silver, here, here is a 1000 tael silver note, here it is!"

Nangong Chuli is a foodie, this prodigal son, no wonder that when she didn't know the value of ancient silver, he would nod if she just opened her mouth. How dare this person spend a lot of money for a delicious meal Distressed.

Mu Ranran looked at Nangong Chuli helplessly, shook her head, but after all, she still didn't accept the money in his hand.

"Why? Why didn't you accept my money? Could it be that Mei Ziqian's stingy money smells good, but my master's money stinks?" Nangong Chuli was not happy.

As for Mu Ranran, she explained with a smile: "That's not the reason, money has no smell, it's just that what I urgently need now is not money."

Now she is no longer the time when she first came here and needed money to live. She bought so many things that day, but she didn’t spend 1000 taels of silver, and there are still [-] taels of silver bills at home, so, Now she is not short of money at all, what she lacks is the nursing home and bodyguards.

And this foodie Nangong Chuli, under the hint of Mu Ranran, didn't remember what he promised that day, and he kept yelling.

"Then why don't you accept my money? Don't you just like to make a medicinal diet for a sick man like Mei Ziqian, and you don't want to make a medicinal diet for me, Nangong Chuli?"

"That's not the reason."

Mu Ranran gave Nangong Chuli a white look.

This person, if you don't tell him directly, will he never remember what happened?
Mu Ranran glared at him angrily and said, "Nangong Chuli, let me tell you the truth, the reason why I didn't accept your money is because you haven't seen anything about the nursing home that you promised me earlier. , Tell me, if you promise to forget it in a blink of an eye, how can I cook delicious food for you?"

(End of this chapter)