The servant standing aside quickly replied: "No, the young master came to explain in the afternoon that Miss Lan San will cook for him from now on, and he will not come to the main house to eat."
"What? Miss Lan San? She moved in with Xilang?" Chu Huirong was surprised.
The servant nodded truthfully: "Yes, we moved in today."
Chu Huirong looked complicated.
Lan Xixi is just an abandoned and neglected daughter of the Lan family. Not only does she have no ability, but she also has no shares. They do not want to accept such a daughter-in-law...
However, in a short period of time, Lan Xixi saved the old lady twice and was considered a useful person. It would definitely not be good to kick her out at this time.
Their original decision was to wait until the old lady's matter was over before talking about it.
Unexpectedly, it was really shameless to move in together so quickly.
She was not in the mood to eat.
After taking a few bites, I put down my chopsticks, got up and left.
Bo Zhanye's situation at his position wasn't much better.
Cooking for Bo Xilang? Is she planning to be a good wife and mother?
In the end, what means does Bo Xilang have to coax her into spinning around?
"Master Jiu, do you want me to pick up the young master?" Mo Nanxi stood aside and asked weakly.
He only learned about Xiao Mo's temper tantrum in the afternoon.
Bo Zhanye put down his chopsticks coldly and pursed his lips:
"No, I'll go there myself."
"yes."......
Beiyuan.
Under the bright and soft yellow light, exquisite and delicious dishes are placed on the rectangular log table.
From side dishes to stir-fry dishes to steamed and fresh soups, there are seven dishes available.
Bo Xilang was surprised.
I was surprised to see her cleaning the room in the afternoon, but now she can make such exquisite food?
If he wasn't at home and no outsiders or delivery people came, he would definitely suspect that someone else did it.
"What's wrong? Don't you look like you have any appetite?" Lan Xixi asked curiously when she saw that he was not moving.
Bo Xilang retracted his thoughts: "No, I just didn't expect you to cook so many dishes."
"It's very simple. I started cooking when I was 3 years old. From the age of 7 or 8, I have been responsible for the family's food. Then when I was 10 years old, I went to the village banquet to help make extra money.
I will also make the nine bowls for the banquet. If you are free one day and want to eat, I will make them for you to try."
The girl said it quite easily, naturally, even proudly and happily.
Bo Xilang's eyes darkened slightly.
Cooking at the age of 3? Cooking for the family at the age of 7 or 8?
Obviously, she should live like a canary like Lan Jiao, with no fingers touching the spring water, but... what kind of life did she live in the countryside?
Inexplicably, a feeling of sympathy arose in my heart: "You don't have to do so much in the future, just one dish and one soup. If you are tired, you can ask the secretary to do it."
"Don't worry, you're not tired. Come and try to see if it tastes good." Lan Xixi picked up the dish with chopsticks for him.
Considering that he thought it was dirty, she used public chopsticks.
Bo Xilang smiled lightly, picked up the chopsticks to taste, and then his eyes lit up:
“It’s delicious. I’ve never tasted such delicious food.”