Chapter 84 It’s the smell of Mu Huan

"Yes, but Miss Yin—"

As soon as the old housekeeper started talking, Feng Tingbei waved for him to go down, "Uncle Liu, remember, you are from the Feng family."

The old butler's body trembled. He understood that his behavior had angered the young man, so he could only nodded and said that he would not do it again.

Then he told him: "Young Master, Xiao Xia Bao left some chicken soup wontons for you as a midnight snack."

Chicken soup wontons are Mu Huan's favorite snack. Feng Tingbei was not used to eating them at first, but how could he not eat the fillings and wonton wrappers made by Mu Huan himself?

"I know." A rare smile appeared in Feng Tingbei's eyes.

The little cotton-padded jacket is so considerate. It would be great if Xia Bao was really his daughter. What a shame, she was actually born to Mu Qi, a woman who is flirtatious and scheming.

He came to the dining room and sat down, and the servant hurried to the kitchen to make wontons with chicken soup.

Feng Tingbei also watched the entire surveillance video of the conflict between Xiao Senbao and Yin Shumo. The situation was basically the same as what Yin Shumo said in the hospital.

Because Yin Shumo cleverly avoided the shooting angle, from the surveillance, there was no scene of her twisting Xiao Senbao's ears. Instead, she was pinched by Mu Huan and almost fell from the second floor, which was clearly captured on camera.

"presumptuous!"

Feng Tingbei scolded angrily.

Who gave Mu Qi the courage to beat or kill his nominal woman in his home?

Isn't this a slap in the face?

As a result, those servants didn't stop them and ran all the way away one by one?

He felt more and more that his decision to drive Mu Qi away was the right one. Ever since she arrived, Xiao Sen and Yin Shumo suddenly had a conflict, and it got worse.

Look at what that woman did to Yin Shumo, she was here to help Bo Yanxi deal with him and the Feng family!

"Big, big young man, here come the wontons, here they come."

When the servant saw him getting angry, his hands shook with fear, and the chicken soup spilled out of the bowl. According to the Feng family's serving requirements, this was considered a mistake and would be punished.

However, Feng Tingbei just waved to her and let her go because the smell of chicken soup was somewhat familiar.

Feng Tingbei stared at the clear and shiny chicken soup, as well as the small fresh meat wontons floating in the bowl that had absorbed the soup. They were exactly the same as what Mu Huan had made back then.

He hurriedly scooped up a wonton and put it into his mouth. It was so hot that he immediately formed bubbles, but he couldn't bear to spit the wonton out.

As soon as I took a bite, I saw familiar ingredients and a familiar taste. They were the small wontons made by Mu Huan.

He tasted it again in disbelief. It was fragrant and delicious. It was indeed the taste of that year.

How is this possible? In the five years since Mu Huan's death, he has tasted chicken soup wontons made by countless chefs, but none of them can taste the same as Mu Huan's.

It seemed that Mu Huan added some special Chinese herbal medicine when stewing the chicken soup and making the stuffing, which no one else could make.

He got up, rushed to the kitchen, and asked loudly, somewhat rudely: "Who made the chicken soup wontons?"

The chefs and waiters who stayed in the kitchen were dumbfounded. The young master had never set foot in this greasy place. What happened today?

"Let me ask you, who did it?" Feng Tingbei shouted uncontrollably again.

"It's Miss Mu Qi," the chef on duty was the first to react. "There are fillings and wonton wrappers that she hasn't finished wrapping in the refrigerator. She said she would make them for the young master next time he wants to eat them--"

Before the chef finished speaking, Feng Tingbei drove out of the villa.

He was going to ask Mu Qi why she made his wife’s original chicken soup wontons.

Could it be...?


Chapter completed!