Rebirth of Sweet Love: Master Mu Chases His Wife to the Crematorium

Chapter 489 Master Mu's Cooking Skills

For Luo Wanning, Qinshan No. is still the same, but it has already changed.

But this "things are right and people are wrong" is not as sad as that.

A white mist billowed up from the kitchen, looking at the appearance of the man who had never eaten anything on earth, the softness in Luo Wanning's heart was poked again.

She casually picked up the apple on the bar and took a bite, said vaguely: "Mu Shihan, don't mention it, you really have the tone of a home-cooked man now!"

The man lowered his head and arranged the unattractively wrapped buns into the cage drawer, while smiling calmly.

"If you like this type, I can consider transformation!"

Now, he has nothing else to do now.

"Forget it, letting Mr. Mu cook is like killing a chicken with the Qinglong Yanyue knife. It's a sin!"

Mu Shihan's set of procedures for steaming steamed buns is already very proficient.

After he put the cage on the pot, he chatted with the girl across the bar without saying a word.

The kitchen is the place with the most fireworks in the world. Gossiping in such a place, the atmosphere between the two seems to be so relaxed for the first time.

After Muye's steamed buns came out, Luo Wanning was amazed again after tasting them.

"Not bad, it really tastes like Yongxingji. It would be even more perfect if you can add a bowl of small wontons!"

She just said it casually, but she didn't expect the other party to secretly write it down.

……

Luo Wanning lived in Qinshan No. for two days, so someone is considered a gentleman.

In the past two days, he went to work on time every morning and returned home on time in the evening, but for some reason, Luo Wanning could always smell a strange smell on him.

After dinner, she finally couldn't help asking: "Mu Shihan, has the company expanded into new business?"

The man who was clearing the table froze, "Why do you ask that?"

"You smell... like oily smoke."

Mu Shihan pulled up the collar of his shirt and smelled it, without changing his face, he said, "Smell of smoke, you don't like it, you won't smoke anymore."

"..."

That night, Luo Wanning, who was still lightly asleep, heard noises in the kitchen, so she tiptoed downstairs to check the situation.

What happened next made her jaw drop in shock.

The lights in the kitchen were not turned on, only the small chandelier on the bar gave off a gleam of light that was meant to create an atmosphere.

The man was sitting on a high chair at the bar, with a small pot of minced meat and a pile of wonton wrappers in front of him, clumsily wrapping small wontons under the spotlight above his head.

She wanted to turn around and leave, but she was really curious about the other party's behavior at this time.

All of a sudden, all the lights in the villa came on.

The man was visibly taken aback.

He got down from the high chair. He was still wearing a suit and shirt that looked uncomfortable. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up to the elbows, revealing half of his wheat-colored skin.

On the arm, two red burn marks were clearly visible.

"It's late, why haven't you slept yet?"

"Are you... making small wontons?"

Luo Wanning glanced at the bar in disbelief.

Since he was bumped into, Mu Shihan didn't deny it.

"You said you like Xiaolongbao with small wontons, I'm trying."

"No, you said that you are a big boss, you do these... you... why are you?"

"In the past, you always made it for me, but now we change, I will try my best to satisfy you!"

While talking, the man put the freshly wrapped wontons into the pot.

"I wanted to have breakfast for you tomorrow, but let's eat supper now!"

Luo Wanning: "..."

After a while, a bowl of wonton soup with seaweed floating in it was brought to him.

Luo Wanning swallowed her saliva, and muttered, "It's really interesting!"

I didn't feel anything at first, but now I'm really hungry when I see the food.

She picked up a spoon and tasted, and then another, and couldn't stop.

Not only does it look interesting, but the taste is exactly the same as that of Yongxing Kee.

On the opposite side, the man watched her dotingly as she finished a large bowl of small wontons.

At last it was not in vain. He had been an apprentice in Yongxingji for two days...

(End of this chapter)