Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

Mu Ying looked up at the clock on the wall, it was twelve o'clock, and the young master was still hungry?

No matter what, she still agreed: "The young master wait a moment, I will do it now."

Mu Yingqiang cheered up and walked into the kitchen.

The head is awake, but the body is not very controlled.

She tried her best not to look like a drunk, but her hands could hold anything accurately, it was just cooking a bowl of noodles, which made the pots and pans jingle, which scared her to fear.

Every time there was a sound, I couldn't help but look back at the young master.

The young master didn't say anything about her, he just sat at the dining table and browsed the webpage on his mobile phone, looking quite relaxed.

Mu Ying withdrew her gaze and continued to prepare the ingredients.

For many years, Mu Ying has been by the young master's side, taking care of his diet and daily life. She has already figured out his taste, and knows what to do even with her eyes closed.

Put oil in a hot pan, pour in chopped green onions, and after sautéing until fragrant, add water.

The water was bubbling and bubbling in the pot. Mu Ying leaned against the stove and closed her eyes. After the shallots were fried in oil, the whole room was filled with hot aroma.

It actually felt pretty good, like making supper for your boyfriend.

She seemed to hear the young master coming behind her, as if she felt that he put his hand around her waist gently, and then kissed the back of her neck. She said the young master don't disturb me cooking noodles, but he didn't listen and shouted Her name is "Aying, Aying"...

Thinking of this, the corners of Mu Ying's mouth raised.

But when the young master's voice really appeared behind her and called "Aying", she was so frightened that she almost threw the spatula in her hand.

Mu Ying turned around and looked at the young master, thinking that her illusion was about to come true, because she was so eager for him, her eyes even fogged up.

But the young master beat her back to her original shape with just one sentence.

He glanced at the pot and asked, "The water has been boiling for a long time, why don't you cook the noodles?"

The pink balloon above Mu Ying's head crackled and shattered, and she returned to reality.

"I accidentally fell asleep just now."

Mu Ying turned to the stove, smiled wryly to herself, daydreaming, she was the one talking about.

The young master is not her boyfriend, and he will not give her a warm and lingering hug while she is cooking. The young master is just a boss without emotion...

Soon, the noodles were cooked, and a poached egg was added. After carefully putting the noodles into a bowl, she wanted to serve the young master herself, but he took the initiative to take it.

"Master, I'll just come..."

"If you fall again," the young master said, looking at her mockingly, "wouldn't it be a waste of a bowl of noodles."

Mu Ying's face immediately burned, and the embarrassment she committed just now played back in her mind again.

"Then eat slowly, I'll go back to my room first..."

"Wait a minute, I have something to ask you."

"Oh……"

Mu Ying pursed her lips, and sat on the dining chair opposite the young master, waiting to be questioned.

However, the person opposite was only focused on eating the noodles and didn't say anything, so Mu Ying had to wait patiently.

The longer I wait, the more I feel that my stomach is empty and I am more and more hungry.

On the yacht tonight, she hardly ate anything, but drank a lot of wine on an empty stomach.

Now her stomach is on fire, hungry and uncomfortable, looking at the young master's bowl of noodles, she couldn't help swallowing.

I really regret that I didn’t cook an extra portion just now, even if it’s an extra poached egg, even if it’s half a bowl of soup...

Gradually, the pain of being able to only watch and not eat turned into resentment.

The young master was really too much, he couldn't sleep by himself, so he let her accompany him to cook, he ate deliciously, but he didn't consider her feelings at all!

So Mu Ying stared at the noodles in the young master's bowl, and began to think, should she deliberately play a drunkard and snatch his bowl of noodles?The young master probably wouldn't do anything to her, would he?