"It doesn't matter, I need cash now." Jiao Yang said.
"Okay, but it will be Monday at the earliest. At this time, I can't give you cash."
"Okay, give me a call on Monday."
Jiao Yang hung up the phone and saw that Mo Bei had opened the door and walked in, holding a small glass of red wine in his hand.
"I knocked on the door, but you didn't hear it!" Mo Bei shook the cup in his hand towards him, "Do you mind?"
"It's up to you." Jiao Yang shrugged.
Mo Bei came over and took a look at the mobile phone in his hand, "If you are looking for money for Luo Xiaoqian, I suggest you not to do this."
"Why?"
"It's simple, she won't want it, right?"
"I know she won't want it, but she has a company she wants to sell. I can buy her company and use my friend's name so she won't know."
"My God, you are so great, you are like an angel!" Mo Bei took a sip of wine, "Now I am a little envious of Luo Xiaoqian. She has such a good husband, Leng Zimo, and there is someone like you next to her.
Guardian Angel.”
"You came in just to praise me?" Jiao Yang asked with a smile.
"Of course not." Mo Bei showed a childish smile, "Mr. Jiao, you have a lot of ingredients in your refrigerator. I guess you must know how to cook?!"
Jiao Yang frowned, "Don't tell me, you want me to cook for you?"
"You can work harder!" Mo Bei blinked his eyes with thick long eyelashes at him and smiled innocently, "Don't you want to pity me, a child who hasn't had a home-cooked meal in half a month?!
"
Jiao Yang stood up, "You like to pretend to be pitiful, don't you?"
"Of course not, I only pretend to be pitiful when it works!" Mo Bei said with a smile.
"You are very honest." There was helplessness in Jiao Yang's tone.
Mo Bei laughed out loud, "You are the first person to say that I am honest."
The two of them went downstairs together and walked into the kitchen. Jiao Yang opened the refrigerator and rummaged through the ingredients, "Two choices, pasta and tomato and egg noodles, which one do you want to eat?!"
"You can also cook Chinese food? That's great, you are an all-round angel." Mo Bei looked surprised, "My choice is tomato and egg noodles!"
Jiao Yang smiled faintly, then took the apron, washed vegetables, cut vegetables, and beat eggs...
Soon, two bowls of noodles were out of the pot and on the table.
Mo Bei sat at the dining table, took the chopsticks handed over by Jiao Yang, and smelled the noodles, "It smells so good!"
Jiao Yang smiled, "The taste may be very ordinary, you'd better try it before praising it!"
Mo Bei took a bite of the noodles and said, "It's really good. It tastes very much like the noodles made by my mother when I was a kid. Thank you. I haven't eaten noodles like this in more than ten years."
"Thank you for the compliment." Jiao Yang replied.
"You must have heard such compliments countless times, right?"
"That's not true." Jiao Yang shrugged, "You are my first diner!"
Five years ago, he had never been in the kitchen. He could boil eggs into fried eggs. He learned all these things in the past five years. Although he had time to cook for himself, he could not cook for others.
It's really the first time.
"Really?!" Mo Bei smiled in surprise, "Then I'm really honored."
The two of them chatted while eating. Although it was just a bowl of ordinary noodles, it was a very enjoyable late-night snack.
This always quiet villa was filled with happy laughter for the first time.
