She is Si Ye's favorite

He opened his mouth and the pill fell into his mouth.

Her fingertips had a soft warmth.

Mu Yingxue didn't notice that much. Seeing that he had taken the medicine and fed the poured water, she moved a little more anxiously, and accidentally spilled a little water on his chest.

"oops……"

She looked for a tissue anxiously, and dried the watermark on his chest with a few strokes.

The little hands pressed on the man's skin indiscriminately, a bit like a kitten stepping on his heart lightly, not heavy, but clear to the touch, Si Xuanting grabbed her little hand subconsciously.

Mu Yingxue looked at him with wide eyes, his eyes were deep and dark, she was worried that he would get angry and hurriedly withdrew her hand to apologize:

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

A dark light flashed across Si Xuanting's eyes:

"Help me up first."

"Oh."

After feeding the water, Mu Yingxue found a trash can to pick up the broken glass pieces.

Under the light, the edges and corners of the shards of glass reflected a cold glow, Si Xuanting said:

"This kind of thing should be done by servants."

"It's so late, it's nothing to pick it up. If you have the time to call them, they can be dealt with."

While talking, Mu Yingxue carefully picked up the broken glass, and it was done in a short while.

Just standing up, I heard Si Xuanting say again:

"I'm hungry."

"Then I'll call Aunt Lian."

The man's eyes flickered:

"Didn't you say it's late, Aunt Lian is so old, you have the nerve to call her?"

"But aren't you hungry?" How big is it to pick up a shard of glass?He is so picky, he doesn't eat such exquisite food made by the chef, and now it's so late, I'm afraid only Aunt Lian's cooking can meet his taste.

"Aren't you good at cooking?" Si Xuanting reminded.

Mu Yingxue was a little puzzled: "Will you eat what I made?"

Knowing that she made the dumplings, Aunt Lian poured them down without even trying them. She thought that her cooking skills didn't appeal to him at all, let alone his taste.

Si Xuanting said coldly:

"You do it first."

People had to bow their heads under the eaves. Mu Yingxue knew that he was difficult to serve and had a strange temper, so she didn't dare to resist, so she could only agree:

"Then what do you want to eat?"

"casual."

Mu Yingxue opened her small mouth, the most difficult food in this world is to cook casually, especially if it is not ordinary people's casual, but his casual.

He doesn't even eat Western food carefully prepared by the chef of a five-star hotel, but he will taste what she cooks?I'm afraid it won't be directly treated as garbage.

"I only know Chinese food." Mu Yingxue had to affirm this first.

She thought he would refuse, so she just went to Aunt Lian to do it for him, but his answer was:

"Ah."

Mu Yingxue could only go downstairs to the kitchen to cook.

The ingredients in the refrigerator are all ready-made. Considering his habits and the state of stomach pain, Mu Yingxue decided not to make those troublesome dishes, and cooked a bowl of noodles as soon as possible. A few stalks of greens add color and it only takes a few minutes to cook.

Upstairs, the man sat on the sofa and looked at the laptop. The white light shone on his cool and handsome face, but he couldn't soften his resolute facial lines. His brows were sharp and sharp, and his obsidian-like eyes were even more deep. .

Leaving aside his weird temper, he is indeed a cold and dignified nobleman, but, would such a nobleman eat the clear soup noodles she cooked?

She put the noodles on the tea table and said:

"Noodles can't be stored for long, don't forget."

After she finished speaking, she planned to go back to the room, but was stopped by him:

"I hate dirty things in my room."

Mu Yingxue stood there and curled her fingers. Well, she knew that he didn't like the food she cooked, and he liked to tease her.

She turned around and wanted to take the noodles away, but the man raised his hand and held her wrist:

"what are you doing?"

"Don't you hate the dirty stuff I made? I took it and poured it out."

With a movement of the hand, he pulled it even tighter:

"I mean, you took the bowl away after I finished eating, and you didn't hate this bowl of noodles."

Mu Yingxue stared at him with wide eyes: "You...can you speak clearly?"

"I made it very clear that you are the one who likes to be self-righteous." Si Xuanting let go of her hand, put the notebook away, and picked up the chopsticks to pick up some noodles.

Mu Yingxue felt that she was not talking about one thing with him, but wanted to say something else, and suddenly saw him eating the noodles she made, and her eyes widened again.

He was actually eating what she made.

He can't even look down on the exquisite food made by the chef, but now he actually eats her clear soup noodles?

He must be starving.

Mu Yingxue thought about it, but she didn't dare to question whether he was hungry or not, so she stood aside and waited for him to finish eating and put away the bowl.

After Si Xuanting finished eating, he put down his chopsticks and said, "Not bad."

Mu Yingxue looked at him strangely, because considering that he had just taken stomach medicine, she didn't put much oil in this bowl of noodles, and even the seasoning was very little, and the taste was very light without thinking about it. Eating supper in the middle of the night is not easy to digest. She boiled the noodles until they were very soft and not chewy at all, but he actually said it was good for such a bowl of noodles, which was tasteless in her eyes. The hair that hooks the ears:

"Oh...well, if you're okay, I'm going out."

"Continue to eat this tomorrow morning."

The sudden words made Mu Yingxue almost beat the bowl in her hand:

"I know, I know."

He has a problem with his taste, the servants of Huo's family will find this kind of noodles disgusting, so he still wants to eat it?

Mu Yingxue left with complete confusion.

The next day, Mu Yingxue got up very early as usual, and went to the kitchen to make preparations. She took a pot of water and boiled it on the stove to cook noodles later. She took out the shallots from the refrigerator and began to clean them.

"Miss Mu, you are injured, let me help you." It was Ah Xiang who spoke.

Mu Yingxue hesitated for a while, but when she saw Ah Xiang approaching with a smile all over her face, Mu Yingxue flatly refused:

"Need not."

"How can I do that? Yesterday, Aunt Lian fired the chef. You must be too busy. With me helping you, you won't be so tired."

Ah Xiang wanted to take the shallot in front of Mu Yingxue, but Mu Yingxue held it down:

"Ah Xiang, just tell me what you want to do. You still have a job, so there's no need to find time to come and help me."

"Miss Mu, I really want to help you." Ah Xiang looked sincere, but Mu Yingxue remained unmoved:

"It's fine if you don't say it, I don't need your help here, please leave."

"Then I'll just say it directly, Ms. Mu, I'm actually here to apologize to you. I did too much before and spoke ill of Ms. Mu. I know I'm wrong. Can you please forgive me, Ms. Mu?"

Ah Xiang stretched out her hand to pull Mu Yingxue's arm, Mu Yingxue raised her hand and pulled it back, then turned around to deal with Xiao Cong:

"I forgive you, okay?"

"Since Ms. Mu has forgiven me, can you please help me intercede with Aunt Lian and transfer my work back to the villa. I have never done anything in the garden outside. I am afraid I can't do it well."

"You can talk to Aunt Lian directly about this."

"Miss Mu, you are so gentle and kind, please help me."

Mu Yingxue dealt with Xiao Cong, and refused indifferently:

"I can forgive you, but I can't promise you this matter."

"Why? You obviously forgave me."

"Forgiving you and helping you are two different things."

"In the final analysis, you are unwilling to help me because of the previous incident, aren't you?"