He said it very naturally, as if it was her responsibility to cook for him.
Tong Caiwei is very passionate about food, but... she is just passionate.
She can taste delicious food, but her cooking skills are really unimpressive.
Before Tong went bankrupt, she had lived a pampered life since she was a child. She had never cooked. Although she learned to cook later, the food she cooked was said to be dark cuisine. After eating it once, she would never want to eat it again.
Eat it a second time.
Mu Tianling didn't give her a chance to speak at all, and interrupted coldly, "It's nothing, don't tell me, you can't even cook..."
"I will, just..."
"That's enough. Let's go cook now. I'm hungry."
Tong Caiwei stood there for a few seconds. Under the cold, emotionless gaze of the other party, her lips moved. In the end, she said nothing. She nodded silently and turned around to open the door.
"By the way, I'm not finished yet."
Behind him, the man's low, lazy and sexy voice came faintly, "At eight o'clock in the morning, I want to see breakfast prepared. At twelve o'clock at noon, lunch must be prepared on time. It cannot be too greasy or too light. At six o'clock in the evening
Prepare dinner, it can be lighter, the dishes don't need to be too many, as for midnight snacks, if I need anything, I will let you know then."
"Except for meal time, at other times, if I have nothing to do with you, you can find something to do by yourself. Of course, you can go anywhere in this house, except my room."
The more she listened, the more outrageous it became, and her eyes widened.
Is there any mistake? What does he mean by this? Does he want her to be his maid?
She has no such obligation.
Turning around, Tong Caiwei frowned, holding back her discomfort and trying to keep her tone calm, "Master Mu, have you made a mistake?"
Mu Tianling slightly raised his lips and said, "Huh?"
This "hmm" actually brought out a bit of seduction in him.
Especially when you are faced with such a handsome face, it is inevitable that your heart will beat fast.
Tong Caiwei took a deep breath and looked away to prevent herself from being fascinated by the beauty. She coughed twice and said, "I am not your maid, Master Mu. Regarding cooking...
"
"You don't want to leave here?"
For the third time, someone interrupted her.
Tong Caiwei's face changed. After a long while, she nodded and said, "I think so."
Even if this is paradise, no one wants to be trapped in one place for a long time.
How is that different from a bird in a golden cage?
"Then do as I ask."
Tong Caiwei bit her lip, turned around with a very reluctant expression, and silently walked out of the room.
What does it mean to rush a duck to the shelves? Tong Caiwei feels that her situation just proves this sentence.
The kitchen is open, large, clean and beautiful.
The refrigerator is full of vegetables, meat, and seafood, and the preparations are very complete.
Tong Caiwei's favorite dish is pasta.
This is almost a dish with no technical content.
She angrily took out the cooking ingredients from the refrigerator. She and Mu Tianling were the only two people in the huge villa, and the sound of the knife falling on the cutting board was very loud and clear.