I Love My Sweet Neighbor

Mu Qingtian woke up with a start.

He was panting and sweating on his forehead.

"Where is that? How am I so familiar with that? Where is that, my home? Why is it my home?"

The lights were off in the room. It wasn't very dark outside either.

It was still night, and the streetlights were shining through the windows. He looked at all this and his mind was in a mess.

What happened to that dream just now? Why would he have such a dream? Who can tell me?

Thinking of this, Mu Qingtian's head ached again. He grabbed his hair, almost unbearable.

"What's going on? What the hell is going on with me?"

Mu Qingtian asked himself, but he couldn't get an answer.

After a while, his head finally stopped hurting.

He recalled the scene in his dream. To his great surprise, he could remember every detail of his dream.

It's a small neighborhood. You can take a bus there. The building was old and there was no elevator. My building is in the northeast corner of the neighborhood. It's four doors. I live on the first floor, yes, the first floor..."

Mu Qingtian muttered, feeling his head hurt more and more. However, the pain this time was different from before. After the pain, his memory became clearer.

"I really remember that place. Is that place really my home?"

Mu Qingtian frowned.

He had also thought that he could not be so old and still live in the old house, there must be a place to live outside. Besides, if he and Yun Zhuran were married, there must be a world of two. Even if his parents made Yun Zhuran sound so bad. But there must have been a sweet time between them.

No one would be disgusted to see each other, just knowing that a woman in a fight has been with her for so long.

My head is actually getting better and better.

Mu Qingtian put his hands behind his head, looked up at the ceiling, and just stared at him. The whole night passed.

It was finally dawn.

Mu Qingtian Early got up and went downstairs.

"Brother, you're awake." Someone was talking on the side.

Mu Qingtian turned around and saw Mu Qiaoyang standing next to him. Mu Qiaoyang was wearing an apron and cooking.

Mu Qingtian smiled.

"Qiao Yang, why are you still cooking?"

"Brother, you forgot. When I was abroad, I used to open a restaurant. My cooking skills were better than that of a chef. Especially sichuan cuisine. This breakfast is not difficult for me. Just wait, I'll be right back."

Instead of sitting down, Mu Qingtian walked over and entered the kitchen. He rolled up his sleeves too.

"I'll come too. Let me see. I'll fry the eggs and bacon."

As he spoke, he began to work on it.

The two men were busy in the kitchen, and outside, Long Yue and Yan Waner came down. Beside them, Mu Mu also walked in from outside.

She looked into the kitchen and then at the two women in front of her.

He sighed and shook his head.

"Young people nowadays, that's true. The man went down to the kitchen, while the woman waited outside for dinner. We weren't like this back then."

With that said, Long Yue blushed and immediately stood up and walked into the kitchen. Yan Waner did not move. She put her face closer and said softly, "Auntie, now, gender is no longer a problem. Men do the same thing as women do."

Mu Mu glared, "Really? Does that man have a child?"

"This... Except this."

Yan Waner almost wanted to say to Mu Mu that you were making a big deal out of it.

Father of Mu also came in, and now his life was leisurely and carefree.

He saw that Mu Mu was looking for trouble again, so he came over and said, "Okay, Meiqin, when we were young, I did a lot of cooking for you. What's the big deal? You should be happy. Look, our two sons do more housework."

Mu Mu was not happy.

"Our children aren't eleven or twelve years old. I'm not happy that they can do housework."

Father of Mu hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, you're right."

In the kitchen, Long Yue walked in and frowned when he saw the two brothers busy.

At the same time, he was confused, "What happened to you two today? Why are you still in the mood to come here?"

Mu Qiaoyang and Mu Qingtian looked at each other and smiled at each other.

Mu Qingtian said, "I don't know why I want to go into the kitchen. When I saw Qiao Yang here, I became interested."

When he said that, Long Yue immediately looked at Mu Qiaoyang.

Mu Qiaoyang shrugged and said with a relaxed face, "I've been in the office for too long, and I'm a little bored. I still think the kitchen is my vast world. There's a lot to be done."

"All right, stop being so mean." Long Yue pointed at Mu Qingtian's apron. "Take it off, I'll do it."

In the end, Mu Qingtian didn't do what she wanted. Instead, he pushed her out.

"Let's go with the two of us. You're still ready to eat. It's rare for us men to have a kitchen next time, so just look forward to it."

Long Yue smiled.

"What are you looking forward to? Don't I know your cooking yet?"

Mu Qingtian said, "That was before. I think my skills have improved a lot now, especially with Dyeing. I often..."

At this point, Mu Qingtian suddenly stopped talking.

"Dyeing, who's Dyeing?" Mu Qingtian asked long yue. He just said these words by accident.

Long Yue was also shocked, and a look of panic appeared on his face. However, she soon calmed down.

"Dyeing is Yun Zhuran, your ex-wife."

"It's her. It looks like we had a sweet time together."

Long Yue followed his instructions and said, "Yes, otherwise, how could you marry her? Okay, let's not talk about this. Let me go to the kitchen. Both of you come out."

Mu Qingtian smiled.

"That won't do. Breakfast is almost ready. Don't take away my credit at this time."

With that, Mu Qingtian gave Long Yue another push, this time completely pushing her out.

There was no way. Since they want to cook, they can only let them.

Soon, a delicious breakfast appeared in front of the family.

Mu Mu looked at his two sons, happy and upset.

His son made breakfast, so he should be happy. But these two prospective daughters-in-law were sitting here.

In Mu Mu's opinion, even if the Mu family is a big business, women can not go to the kitchen, it can not be for men to go. Besides, these two men, one is the current president of the Blue sky group, the other is the former president, let them cook, really overqualified.

Father of Mu tasted the rice porridge and side dishes, and immediately raised his big finger, tsk tsk praise: "Not bad, really not bad. I can't believe my son can do that."

Mu Mu also tasted fried eggs. The eggs were medium hard and soft. She also said yes. She was so picky that she had nothing to say.

Mu Qingtian smiled as well. He lowered his head and looked at his hand.

"I probably used to cook in the kitchen."

The voice was so low that no one heard it.