"Well, Miss Xia, let me do the cooking and you can rest." Aunt Zhang said the same thing.
"It doesn't matter, that's it. I'll go out to buy ingredients first, and then I'll make lunch." A pure smile appeared on Ruoxue's face. She seemed to see Chen Mubai sitting at the dining table, eating the food he made by himself, and kept saying
He nodded, no longer angry.
Aunt Zhang didn't say anything more. She watched her walk out the door in a hurry and shook her head slightly.
Ruoxue learned to be much smarter this time. She got a pair of sunglasses, put on a long-brimmed hat, and wrapped herself tightly to make sure that others could no longer recognize her, and then drove out.
Went to the nearest supermarket.
Fortunately, she didn't encounter any trouble this time and returned home smoothly. She looked at her watch, took a deep breath, took out her cell phone and dialed Chen Mubai.
Chen Mubai was presiding over a meeting with company executives. The phone on the table suddenly rang, which made him very unhappy. He picked it up and saw that it was Ruoxue's number, which surprised him.
He thought Ruoxue had encountered some trouble, so he frowned and answered the call. Ruoxue's timid voice came from the phone: "Well, Mu Bai, can you come back for lunch?"
He was a little annoyed, and his impatient tone immediately came over him: "That's it, you call me? Do you know how important this meeting is now?"
Ruoxue almost threw away her phone after being yelled at by him. She was just stirring up a hornet's nest! She murmured: "I'm just asking you if you're coming back for dinner. If you come back, I'll cook for you. If you don't come back, I'll cook instant noodles by myself."
Already."
Her words made his heart skip a beat. What did she say? This little woman said she wanted to cook for herself? He suddenly felt a trace of regret for his tone just now and calmed down a lot: "I worked overtime at noon.
I’m going back, but I’ll go back at night, around six o’clock.”
"Okay, you must come back on time. If the ingredients are left in the refrigerator for too long, they will become stale." Ruoxue said quickly.
He hummed and hung up the phone, with ripples in his heart. He felt that Ruoxue was starting to come into his heart now. When he was free, he would think about what she was doing now? He gestured
After a moment, everyone closed the folders, and he stood up and returned to his office.
There was a portrait of his father hanging on the wall. His father was looking at him with a kind and kind smile. His hand holding the mobile phone could not help but become stronger.
Dad, I will never forget it! He said in his heart.
In the evening, Chen Mubai returned to the villa on time. As soon as he entered the door, he smelled the aroma of food.
He walked to the door of the kitchen and saw Ruoxue wearing an apron and sweating profusely. There were four dishes on the dining table and she was making a soup.
Hearing the sound at the door, Ruoxue turned around and saw him. She smiled quickly and said, "Hurry up and change your clothes. It's time to eat. Let's try my cooking skills."
He said nothing, turned and left. Ruoxue felt uneasy, and from the expression on his face just now, it was not clear whether he was happy or unhappy.
When the two of them sat in front of the dining table, Chen Mubai still sighed in his heart. He really couldn't tell that Ruoxue's cooking skills were top-notch. He picked up his chopsticks and tasted the cod fish pot she made.
Ruoxue stared at him, waiting for his opinion.
It should be said that the food she cooked was delicious and the taste was just right. The taste of the cod stew reminded him of the taste that his father had cooked for him back then. It was slightly spicy but still delicious.
Father!
His heart trembled, and he slowly put down his chopsticks and looked at Ruoxue.
"Who did you learn how to make this dish?" His tone was very low.
"Well, I knew this when I was very young. It was taught by my mother, but later, she passed away." Ruoxue said, her mood became depressed.
Chen Mubai looked at her coldly and finally said: "Eat, the food you cooked is very good."
This sentence was the best evaluation of her labor. Ruoxue felt a lot more at ease. Although his face was still a little gloomy, at least it was not as scary as yesterday. Maybe it would gradually get better in the future.
!
After dinner, he seemed to have a lot of things on his mind, and ignored Ruoxue, but went upstairs. Aunt Zhang was packing the dishes, and Ruoxue stood up and looked at his figure thoughtfully.
In the study room, while staring at the screen of his laptop, he spoke loudly into his mobile phone with a very mean tone: "I don't know how you can trust such a private placement. What we invest is money, banknotes, not banknotes."
Waste paper! Okay, keep an eye on me, no mistakes are allowed on the board!"
There was a gentle knock on the door. He hung up the phone and said, "Come in."
The door opened, and Ruoxue walked in carefully holding a cup filled with boiled milk.
"Mubai, don't stay up too late at night. It's not good for your health. Drinking a glass of milk will help you sleep well." She said softly, looking into his eyes.