Flash Marriage Game: The First Lady of the Wealthy

What he said was very natural, as if cooking for him was supposed to be done by her.

Tong Caiwei is very keen on food, but. .It's just a passion.

She can taste delicious food, but her cooking skills are really not good enough.

Before Tong's bankruptcy, she lived a pampered life since she was a child, and she never cooked. Although she also learned how to cook later, the food she made was said to be dark cooking. Once she ate it, she never wanted to eat it in her life. Eat it a second time.

Mu Tianling didn't give her a chance to speak at all, and interrupted coldly, "It's nothing serious, don't tell me, you can't even cook..."

"I will, just..."

"That's all right, let's cook now, I'm hungry."

Tong Caiwei stood there for a few seconds, her lips moved under the cold, emotionless gaze of the other party, but finally said nothing, nodded silently, turned and opened the door.

"By the way, I haven't finished yet."

Behind him, the man's deep, lazy and sexy voice came lightly, "At eight o'clock in the morning, I want to see the prepared breakfast. At twelve o'clock in the noon, lunch must be ready on time. It can't be too greasy or too light. At six o'clock in the evening Prepare dinner, dinner can be lighter, and the dishes don’t need too much, as for supper, if I need anything, I’ll let you know then.”

"Except for meal time, at other times, if I have nothing to do with you, you can find something to do by yourself. Of course, you can go to any place in this house, except my room."

The more she listened, the more she felt that it was outrageous, and her eyes widened.

Am I mistaken, what does he mean by that?Let her be his maid?

She has no such obligation.

Turning around, Tong Caiwei frowned, endured the unhappiness in her heart, and tried to calm her tone, "Master Mu, did you make a mistake?"

Mu Tianling curled his lips slightly and said, "Huh?"

This "hmm" actually brought out a bit of ecstasy from him.

Especially when you are faced with such a handsome face, it is inevitable that your heart will not beat violently.

Tong Caiwei took a deep breath, looked away, so as not to be fascinated by the beauty, and coughed twice, "I am not your maid, Master Mu, about cooking... "

"You don't want to leave here?"

She was interrupted for the third time.

Tong Caiwei's face changed, and after a while, she nodded and said, "Think."

Even if this is heaven, no one wants to be trapped in one place for a long time.

How is that different from a bird in a golden cage?

"Then do as I ask."

Tong Caiwei bit her lip, turned around with a very reluctant expression on her face, and walked out of the room silently.

What does it mean to drive ducks to the shelves? Tong Caiwei feels that her situation just proves this sentence.

The kitchen is open, big, clean and beautiful.

The refrigerator is full of vegetables, meat, and seafood, which are well prepared.

Tong Caiwei's best dish is pasta.

This is almost a non-technical dish.

She angrily took out the cooking ingredients from the refrigerator. In the huge villa, there were only her and Mu Tianling, and the sound of the knife falling on the cutting board was very loud and clear.

"Ugh."

It was her fifth sigh in an hour..