Chapter 1092 Pleasant Cooking

The girl is as quiet and beautiful as a peach.

At this moment, he took this peach back home with him in his pocket.

"What do you... drink? Juice or water?"

When he spoke, his voice was hoarse, and Mu Yanze stepped forward to open the refrigerator.

As the air-conditioning hit, Mu Yanze let out a low breath, and his sanity returned instantly.

The young man in beige home clothes, without the sense of distance in front of the camera, and without the coldness when meeting each other in the company, seems to have let go of all defenses as soon as he returns home, showing an indescribable ease Leisurely.

Jiang Ke'er said softly, "It's all fine."

Mu Yanze hooked his lips, took out a carton of milk and poured it into the cup.

Heated it in the microwave for two minutes, took it over and stuffed it in her hand, "It will be warm in a while."

No one lived in the house for a long time, and it was a bit cold.

Even with the heater turned on, it still takes a while to warm up.

The milk held in the palm was a little hotter than lukewarm, but it didn't feel hot to the touch. Jiang Ke'er's eyes lit up little by little as he drank it into his belly one mouthful at a time.

Looking up again, Mu Yanze had already taken out the vegetables from the refrigerator and started washing them.

Jiang Keer was startled.

I no longer know whether to be surprised that "he can cook", or "he said that he invited her to dinner, but he actually invited her to eat the meal he cooked himself", Jiang Ke'er stared blankly.

After a long time, he stepped forward a little bit awkwardly, "Yes, do you want me to help?"

She was already mentally prepared for him to say "you don't need to sit down", and hearing Mu Yanze say yes, Jiang Ke'er was stunned again.

Seeing the girl's blank look, Mu Yanze smiled flickeringly on his lips.

Yellow potatoes.

Red carrots.

Green celery.

There was a pile of vegetables in the sink, and at a glance, Jiang Ke'er didn't know what to do.

Mu Yanze leaned over and took out a head of garlic from the cabinet, and handed it to her together with an empty bowl, "Peel the garlic, I'll make braised pork ribs for you."

After finishing speaking, Mu Yanze paused, "Do you like braised pork ribs?"

"like.

"

I like anything as long as it's made by you.

Jiang Ke'er nodded repeatedly, took the garlic and the bowl, and sat in front of the central processing desk.

Mu Yanze fastened his apron.

Gently raised his hands, pulled up the sleeves on both sides, and processed the dishes in the sink in an orderly manner.

Peel potatoes and carrots.

Wash the celery and cut into sections.

Dice the tomatoes.

For the first time, Jiang Keer knew that cooking turned out to be such a pleasing thing.

Seeing that he was about to turn around, Jiang Ke'er suddenly looked away.

When Mu Yanze turned his head, he saw the girl blushing. She was clearly doing kitchen chores like peeling garlic, but at first glance, it seemed that she was doing manual work.

The picture is quiet and beautiful.

When the range hood was turned on, Mu Yanze waved at Jiang Ke'er, "Go to the living room and play with your phone, it will be fine in a while."

The little person in my heart pouted and said: No, I just want to watch you here.

Jiang Keer nodded to Mu Yanze, "Okay."

Jumped off the stool, turned and went to the living room.

The night outside the window darkened little by little, and Jiang Keer's mood was unprecedentedly joyful and excited.

Mu Yanze invited her to dinner!

wrong.

Mu Yanze cooked for her!

He even brought her to his house! ! !

Looking back, in the slight wind, the tall and long-legged Mu Yanze was stirring the vegetables in the pot.

The rice cooker light is blinking.

The dishes in the pot are fragrant.

On the other side of the cutting board, there are chopped tomatoes waiting to be fried, and chopsticks scattered on the bowl.

Jiang Ke'er picked up the phone, turned off the mute first, then turned on the camera, and took a picture of the scene in front of her.

When she put away her phone, she saw Mu Yanze turn around, and Jiang Keer's heart stopped suddenly.

Then, he jumped wildly.

Braised ribs.

Tomato scrambled eggs.

Celery.

Winter melon ball soup.

Almost as soon as the range hood stopped, Jiang Ke'er put down her phone and walked over.

Looking at the dishes and soup on the dining table, and looking at Mu Yanze who was serving the meal, Jiang Keer exclaimed with surprise, "Mu Yanze, you are really amazing!"

After giving the hand holding the spoon a pause, Mu Yanze raised his eyes, and saw the girl's eyes were bright, as if he had done such a great thing.

"What... what's wrong?"

Seeing him not moving, Jiang Ke'er was puzzled.

Mu Yanze stuffed the bowl into her hand, "Are you always boasting like this?"

no, isn't it?

Jiang Ke'er was a little confused, "No..."

There was a flash of undercurrent in the lowered eyes, Mu Yanze let out a low breath, nodded and said: "To praise someone, you must praise specific qualities."

? ? ?

Is it not a specific trait to praise him for being great?

Jiang Ke'er blinked, and sat in front of the dining table with a face of confusion.

I don't know if Mu Yanze has the habit of keeping his mouth shut, Jiang Ke'er only knows that in Jiang's restaurant, there are always talking and laughing.

Looking at Mu Yanze who was eating quietly, and then looking at the bowl full of rice, Jiang Keer hesitated for a moment.

Let's eat, I can finish it, but besides sister Wan, there is no girl around her who can eat such a big bowl of rice, okay?

Does he think she is very edible?

But don't eat it, it will be left in the bowl for a while, isn't it a waste?

Sister Wan absolutely does not allow wasting food.

And this code of conduct has long been deeply engraved in her mind.

"not hungry?"

Seeing that Jiang Ke'er was still holding the chopsticks for a long time, Mu Yanze raised his eyes and looked over.

"I, I...maybe, can't finish it."

As soon as Jiang Ke'er opened his mouth, Mu Yanze understood.

Picking up Jiang Keer's bowl and picking half of it, Mu Yanze showed the bowl to Jiang Keer, "Can you finish these?"

"Can."

Jiang Ke'er nodded, and Mu Yanze handed over the bowl.

After receiving the bowl, Jiang Ke'er's heart jumped again.

The ribs are fragrant.

Tomatoes are sweet.

Celery is crisp.

Winter melon is waxy.

Another half bowl of light and delicious soup, Jiang Ke'er went to Mu Yanze frequently, "Mu Yanze, your cooking skills are really good! You can't tell at all!"

“Tired of takeaway!”

Mu Yanze said softly: "I don't like having outsiders at home, so I'm used to doing it myself."

As he said that, Mu Yanze looked up at Jiang Keer, "I invite you to eat this, isn't it a bit too crude?"

"No no."

Jiang Ke'er shook her head again and again, "I like it very much, your cooking is really delicious! It's only better than my mother's..."

Wanting to specifically praise Mu Yanze's cooking skills, Jiang Ke'er felt that if he could taste the same as his mother's, that would be a very high praise.

But as soon as the words came out, Jiang Ke'er felt something was wrong.

To say that Mu Yanze is better than his mother is obviously too unreliable.

But it's not like a compliment to say that he didn't have a mother in what he did.

It can be said that it has already been said.

Facing Mu Yanze's gaze, Jiang Ke'er bit her lip, "It's only a little worse than my mother's..."

I could see that he was a little surprised, and then, there was an obvious smile in his eyes.

I don't think I've said anything wrong, but somehow I feel that there is a problem.

Jiang Ke'er's face turned red.

"I...I didn't lie to you..."

The girl lowered her head and said in a low voice, "It's really delicious!"

"Okay! Thank you Miss Jiang for your compliment!"

There was a smile in Mu Yanze's voice, "Then, I've invited you to dinner. How can you thank me?"

"But I can't cook!"

Jiang Ke'er blurted out, and met Mu Yanze's smiling eyes.