Ninety school bully's little sweet wife

"Can I learn from you how to make meals that Professor Wei likes?" Misseri was ready to let go of his pride when he was able to stand in front of Lin Zhiyun, and bowed his head to Lin Zhiyun.

If she has been unable to adapt Wei Mian to the food she cooks, Ge Lao will not let her stay with Wei Mian.

Only the best life assistants can stay with the defending champion, so if Misseri leaves the defending champion, her career will be hit hard.

"Okay." Lin Zhiyun took the exam for a long time, and she agreed.

If she wants to be with defending crown, she is destined not to be only defending crown's life assistant like she did in her previous life.

Since she couldn't be by his side all the time to take care of his basic necessities, she had to train him a life assistant to take care of him.

She also wants to try, if there are other people who can take care of defending like her, defending will also like them...

Lin Zhiyun has been teaching Misseri how to cook in the kitchen for the past few days.

Misseri has taken dozens of pages of notes according to Lin Zhiyun's request in the past two days.

"Today's dinner, you prepare it." Lin Zhiyun has already taught Misseri six dishes, and she also explained the details clearly.

Miseri's original cooking skills are extremely high. Cooking is easy for her, but it is not easy to make meals that the defending champion likes.

"I've already had enough food prepared. You can try it in the afternoon. Come to me when it's ready. I'll try it for you." Lin Zhiyun urged.

Miseri was a little moved, and nodded heavily.

Lin Zhiyun left the kitchen and walked with her mother in the garden behind the villa.

Jiang Jian came to the kitchen and saw Misseri carefully handling the dishes while looking at the notes.

"Do you think she is teaching you seriously?" Jiang Jian asked, leaning against the kitchen door.

"After I make it tonight, you will know the result." Misseri was not sure if Lin Zhiyun taught her seriously, but she had no choice. She would learn whatever Lin Zhiyun taught her, and she would not let go of any hope.

"Did you pay attention when she was cooking?" Jiang Jian asked.

"Have."

"Do you think she is compatible with Professor Wei?" Jiang Jian said with a faint smile, pursing his lips.

"Not worthy." Misseri felt that at least for now, Lin Zhiyun and Professor Wei were not compatible.

"But he just fell in love with Lin Zhijun, because he likes to eat when Lin Zhijun cooks, and because of this, Ge Lao temporarily allowed Lin Zhijun to stay by Wei Mian's side." Jiang Jian rang in Miseri's ear with a bewitching voice. .

"So, you have to be more aggressive." Jiang Jian smiled meaningfully.

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Although Miseri looks outstanding and beautiful, she looks older than her actual age because of her old-fashioned clothes and old-fashioned attire.

"Lin Zhiyun's cooking skills can make defending champion fall in love with her, and you can also rely on cooking skills to become the next her." Jiang Jian said.

"I don't have any thoughts about Professor Wei." Even if there was, it was promptly suppressed.

"Why? He's not handsome enough? Not charming enough? You don't like him?" Jiang Jian said in surprise.

"I don't think this has anything to do with Deputy Jiang." Miseri pushed back neither soft nor hard.

Jiang Jian smiled indifferently, turned around and left, and returned to his room.

When Miseri first came to Huaguo, she was thinking about defending the title, but now this kind of thinking seems to be gone?

The secretion of hormones is cyclical. Could it be that when Misseri saw the defending title, her hormones were at their peak?

So now Miseri is not interested in defending the title, is it because the hormones have passed their peak?
But the effective response period of the hormone dopamine is three months, and this effective time should not have passed.

Jiang Jian couldn't figure out, if women are so fickle, would Lin Zhiyun suddenly give up defending the title?
At that time, defending the crown will go back to focus on the experiment after being disheartened?
Thinking of this, Jiang Jian frowned.

Lin Zhiyun didn't know what Jiang Jian was thinking. She was teaching Misseri how to make meals suitable for defending the title. Misseri cooked the dishes three times in one afternoon, and finally there were some similarities.

During dinner, the meals made by Misseri were placed on the table.

When defending the title, everyone's eyes were on the past.

Wei Mian suddenly received attention and was stunned, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, you can eat." Lin Zhiyun looked at him and said.

"Oh." Wei Mian noticed something from their micro expressions, glanced at the food held by the chopsticks, and put it into his mouth.

"Is it delicious?" Lin Zhiyun asked, feeling a little embarrassed.

"It's a bit like what you did." The defending champion tasted the taste and said.

"Well, it's Misseri that I taught. If I don't have time to cook for you in the future, with her here, you won't be hungry." Lin Zhiyun brought him some food, which she cooked herself.

Wei Mian ate the old taste, his eyes lit up, and he ate a lot.

"It takes a long time to cook, and the taste will become more and more similar." Seeing this, Lin Zhiyun felt a little embarrassed, and encouraged Miseri specially.

Originally, she planned to let Misseri cook dinner, so that the defending champion could get used to Misseri's cooking skills.

But she felt a little uncomfortable, so she couldn't help but made a plate of vegetarian meatballs.

"Yeah." Misseri stared at defending champion, and saw that he ate several other dishes on his own initiative. Although she didn't eat as much as Lin Zhiyun's cooking, she was already very satisfied.

Misseri glanced at Lin Zhiyun gratefully, as long as Lin Zhiyun was really teaching her, she would repay her.

Jiang Jian was a little surprised. Didn't Lin Zhiyun know that a large part of the reason Wei Mian valued her was her cooking skills?
She really wants to teach Misery?
Even Duan Yuehua, she was also worried in her heart, the two of them were not in the same household, if her daughter's advantage of being able to cook defending's favorite food was gone, would defending still value her daughter in the future?
Every time Wei Mian ate a few more mouthfuls of Miseri's dishes, Jiang Jian and Duan Yuehua took a look at Lin Zhiyun. One thought that Lin Zhiyun would regret it, and the other worried that Lin Zhiyun would be sad.

Lin Zhiyun's expression was as usual, and she picked up some food for her mother, persuading her to eat more.

Before Lin Zhiyun left, she taught Misseri the tricks of making porridge. Wei Mian likes to eat thicker white rice porridge, two thirds of rice and one third of glutinous rice. Stew it in a casserole over low heat. half an hour.

"Although he doesn't eat scallion and ginger, the main reason is that he doesn't like these messy things. If he soaks these things in water and cooks with the squeezed scallion and ginger water, he can accept it..." Lin Zhiyun said said, watching Misery take notes.

When Lin Zhiyun left, she called Wei Mian to send her there.

This was the first time that Lin Zhiyun took the initiative to ask Wei Mian to send her off. Wei Mian was a little surprised, and felt a little joy in his heart.

Lin Zhiyun and Wei Mian sat in the back of the car.

"I've been recording programs on the TV station for the past few days, and my mother will leave it to you to take care of me." Lin Zhiyun said.

"I may not be able to take care of you well, but with Misseri here, she will definitely take good care of your mother." Defending the title reassured her that as a professional life assistant, Misseri would definitely have no problem taking care of others.

The driver couldn't help but glanced at the back from the rearview mirror. Even he, a big bastard, knew that now he should say something to reassure the girl and promise to take good care of her mother...

The smile on Lin Zhiyun's face deepened, she stretched out her hand and took the initiative to hold his hand, his hand was warm, she searched for his phalanges, inserted her own fingers into them, interlocking them.