Drifting Towards You

In the end, Su Xiangwan's fingers were still bandaged by Mu Beiting.

The bandage is not very thick, and the bandage is beautiful.

But Su Xiangwan still feels exaggerated.

Within a few minutes, the pan in the kitchen suddenly made a creaking sound, and Su Xiangwan quickly got up: "The pan is still burning!"

"Heal your wounds, I'll cook."

When the words were over, Mu Beiting turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Su Xiangwan's eyes twitched uncontrollably, healing...

She lived for two lifetimes, only to find out that she could use the term "healing wounds" if her fingers cut a slit. People who don't know might think she had hemiplegia.

It seemed that he didn't believe that he, a pampered Mu family, could cook, Su Xiangwan followed after he recovered.

Mu Beiting first brushed the boiled pot and put it aside, then washed the unwashed vegetables, arranged them according to the color neatly, and finally cut the cucumber shreds skillfully.

Su Xiangwan opened her mouth slightly, a little unbelievable.

Seeing the neatly arranged cucumber shreds, almost every one of the same thickness, she couldn't help but pick up one and put it in front of her to examine it carefully.

Could it be said that a long and good-looking person will turn into a good-looking person even if the yellow light is cut?

She sighed to herself here, and Mu Beiting glanced at her lightly, "Hungry?"

Su Xiangwan shook his head: "No, I'm just surprised that you, a big president who manages every day, can cut shreds."

Mu Beiting smiled slightly, shaking her a little lost.

Su Xiangwan has been standing by, knowing that all the preparations are done, Mu Beiting turned and said: "Go back to the bedroom, there is oily smoke."

"okay."

Su Xiangwan turned around and tidied the dining table before returning to the bedroom to continue studying the script.

About an hour later, Mu Beiting opened the door and came in: "Come and eat."

Su Xiangwan was a little curious, jumped off the sofa and ran to the living room, looked at the dishes on the table, and was really surprised that his jaw dropped to the ground.

It's really...good-looking.

After serving her meal, Mu Beiting sat opposite her without making a sound.

Because they are very home-cooked dishes, Su Xiangwan first took a chopsticks and a piece of meat.

Mu Beiting's gaze kept falling on her face, and the big hand holding the chopsticks tightened slightly, a little nervous, as if he was afraid that she would not like it.

"Um... it's delicious."

With a bite, Su Xiangwan couldn't wait to bite off his tongue.

The outside is charred and tender inside, the meat is delicious, and the sweetness is moderate.

It’s hard to imagine...a piece of meat with this kind of taste...

Su Xiangwan nodded earnestly: "Mu Beiting, your level is almost comparable to that of a Michelin chef."

Hearing the sound, he withdrew his gaze in satisfaction.

But Piansheng clearly jumped inexplicably in his heart, but he still had a straight face, pretending to be serious.

But Su Xiangwan is an ordinary warrior, kidding, how can the big devil cook her own flattering!

"Um... Pickled cabbage fish is also delicious..."

"This crystal hoof is also delicious."

"It's also good to mix cold dishes..."

After more than half an hour, even if the index finger of the left hand was not very convenient, Su Xiangwan still couldn't hold it.

She really didn't eat less, and she ate a lot of meat. It was a crime.

Mu Beiting's cooking skills are simply against the sky. Thinking about his previous life, Zhao Xinning didn't know how many times he had eaten. Su Xiangwan was so angry!

However, she didn't know that the husband and wife in the previous life had been named but not real for ten years, but Mu Beiting had never cooked Zhao Xinning for a meal.

Just as she was thinking about it, Mu Beiting said in a deep voice, without the slightest ups and downs in her voice: "I live here tonight."