"Sir, how about I go find you something to eat first?" Mu Yun said after hearing the growling sound of his stomach.
"No, wait a minute." Jing Hao looked embarrassed. He wanted to make sure that the person's cooking was for Han Yue.
After waiting for three quarters of an hour, the sky gradually darkened, only half of the sunset remained, and the smoke from the kitchen chimney completely dissipated.
The young man came out of the kitchen, holding a tray with several exquisite dishes on it, and there seemed to be a faint fragrance wafting from it.
"Sir, I really didn't know that man was so good at cooking." Mu Yun said in surprise.
Seeing that the young man's skin was thin and smooth, and his skin was fairer than that of a woman, he thought that the man must be a young man who never touched Yang Chun Shui.
When Jing Hao heard this, he glared at Mu Yun.
Mu Yun shut up in confusion. How did he offend the young master?
The young man had already reached the corridor upstairs, and he kept walking towards the west.
No, no, Jing Hao stared at the boy's moving figure, no! You must not go to classmate Hanyue's room!
When the boy's figure crossed the second to last room, Jing Hao's prayer was completely broken. Finally, the door of the last room opened, the boy entered, and then the door closed.
"I'm so angry!" Jing Hao muttered angrily. That person really cooked for Han Yue, and he did it so well. Han Yue must like that person very much.
"Sir, what did you say?" Mu Yun was greatly confused when he saw his master glaring at the young man.
The young master just met the young man for the first time today, and he only said a few words at noon. Although the young man's tone was a little colder, it was the young master who always disturbed others to rest, and the young master is not usually a stingy person. What's going on now?
Uncharacteristically.
"Mu Yun, can you cook as well as that person just now?" Jing Hao put his only hope in Mu Yun.
"Probably, probably not. Although I have never tasted the food cooked by that young man, I just saw that his cooking method is very particular. Even the tofu is cut with great precision. I guess I will never be able to practice such knife skills in my life."
Mu Yun said with great shame.
Alas, Jing Hao immediately became depressed. He had never cooked before and it was impossible for him to develop good cooking skills immediately.
When Mu Yun saw that his young master was dejected, he immediately went to the kitchen to cook, determined to improve his cooking skills.
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The next day, the sky was crisp and clear, and this small courtyard was so remote that it was particularly peaceful.
After Wu Yue came out of the room, she was going to the kitchen to make breakfast. His cooking skills were not very good, but fortunately he had high requirements for food.
As long as he can eat and fill his stomach, he can tolerate it, because it is far from the restaurant, even if he is good at wind control.
In fact, the biggest problem is that he has no money. He always climbs over the fence, hunts small game in the mountains, and picks a few wild vegetables, which is a meal.
But at this moment, he was attracted by the exquisite plate of pastries in the kitchen, which was transparent grass green and exuded a faint scent of mint.
His eyes were shining. He had not seen such delicious food for a long time. He looked around the Western Zhou Dynasty and saw no one. He was very happy.
There were ten cakes in total, and he took away five of them, used the wind control technique to quickly go to the study, closed the door, and then made a pot of tea to enjoy this luxurious breakfast.
While enjoying breakfast, he is working. Today, he has to plan the expenses of the art department for this semester, which is to collect tuition fees.