The president's pet daughter

Inside the apartment.

Ling Zhaozhao and Gao Yue sat at the dining table, casting curious glances into the kitchen from time to time.

When Mu Yang arrived here, he said that he was too embarrassed to have a meal for nothing, and that he had to go into the kitchen for life and death.

And Song Mingzhe didn't want Ling Zhaozhao to be too tired, so he could only follow Mu Yang into the kitchen.

But both Ling Zhaozhao and Gao Yue knew in their hearts that neither of these two men was good at cooking.

"Has Mu Yang become good at cooking recently?"

Ling Zhaozhao began to worry about today's dinner vaguely in his heart, and he was too embarrassed to speak too bluntly, so as not to be suspected of looking down on Mu Yang.

Gao Yue sneered, playing with the manicure she just made, a little speechless.

"Where did he cook before? Maybe Song Mingzhe's cooking skills are better than his."

Hearing Gao Yue's words, Ling Zhaozhao closed his eyes in pain.

"Is it possible that they are of the same level."

When Gao Yue heard this, she couldn't help but pause slightly when she was playing with the manicure, her eyebrows were slightly raised, and her expression was a little serious.

"Zhao Zhao, otherwise let's go out to eat, I don't want to go to the hospital when you just got your certificate."

Although hot pot is already considered a very simple meal, she is still quite worried about the level of Mu Yang and Song Mingzhe, after all, she still cherishes her life.

Ling Zhaozhao opened his mouth, and just about to say something, Mu Yang brought a steaming pot of hot pot bottom to them in front of them with an excited expression on his face.

"Beautiful lady, please enjoy."

Mu Yang even made a gentlemanly move.

Ling Zhaozhao and Gao Yue looked at each other, maintaining a skeptical attitude towards the mandarin duck hot pot in front of them.

Although the color is good, I don't know how it tastes.

Song Mingzhe came over with a large plate of washed vegetables, and placed them neatly in front of Ling Zhaozhao and Gao Yue.

"Thank you for your hard work, baby, I will reward you for eating the first piece of meat later."

Seeing that the bottom of the pot was boiling, Gao Yue quickly expressed her attitude.

But Ling Zhaozhao could tell that Gao Yue just asked Mu Yang to be the first guinea pig.

"Yueyue, although I am very touched that you are so considerate of me, I also understand that you are worried that this will not taste good."

Mu Yang first glanced at Gao Yue affectionately, and then mercilessly exposed Gao Yue's disguise.

Gao Yue's smile froze all of a sudden.

"Don't worry, the bottom of this pot is made by Mingzhe. When I was in high school, Uncle Song and Aunt Song were not at home. Mingzhe would make hot pot at home every day, and I would go to eat every day, so the quality of the bottom of the pot is not good. Guaranteed."

Mu Yang glanced at Song Mingzhe with pride in his eyes.

Although he did not participate in the production process of the pot bottom, he also participated in the vegetable washing process, and he did hard work without credit.

Ling Zhaozhao remembered that Song Mingzhe didn't like eating hot pot very much in front of her before, and he understood it all at once.

No matter how delicious the food is, I can't help but eat it every day. Song Mingzhe must have gotten tired of eating it at that time, that's why he's not interested in hot pot now.

"Mingzhe was miserable at that time. Anyway, no one reminded him to eat, so he wouldn't remember. If it wasn't for my friend, he probably wouldn't be as cheerful as he is now."

Mu Yang seemed to have remembered something, sighed, and patted Song Mingzhe on the shoulder in relief.

At that time, Song Mingzhe was too embarrassed to go to the Shen's house for dinner, so he could only eat three meals a day in the old house of the Song's family alone. The cook tried different ways to cook for him, but Song Mingzhe's appetite was always weak.

Probably the taste of eating alone is too lonely, so I don't feel interested in eating anything.

Hearing Mu Yang's words, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but feel distressed in his eyes.

The Ling family has always been very lively, so Ling Zhaozhao has never experienced loneliness, and rarely eats alone.

Song Mingzhe listened to Mu Yang's incoherent words, and couldn't help knocking off his hand on his shoulder.

"You think too much."

In fact, if it weren't for Mu Yang, he wouldn't be cooking hot pot every day, and he would end up in the hospital for several days because of stomach ulcers.

The matter of personality is even more nonsense. He didn't like to waste time talking, and it had nothing to do with whether he was cheerful or not.

But when Song Mingzhe turned his head and saw the distress in Ling Zhaozhao's eyes, what he originally wanted to say changed the direction for some reason.

"But it's kind of lonely."

Song Mingzhe lowered his eyes slightly, looking a little fragile.

Seeing Song Mingzhe's disguise, Mu Yang couldn't help but twitched his lips.

You also act in front of your own wife, right?

"Today is a good day for you to receive your certificate. Mu Yang and I have also prepared gifts to congratulate you on your happy wedding."

Gao Yue took out a large delicate box from her bag, and pushed it in front of Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe.

Looking at the size of the box, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't think of any gift that could be packed in such a big box.

When I opened it, it turned out to be a statue of Avalokitesvara.

Ling Zhaozhao knew that Gao Yue had recently started to believe in Buddhism, but when he saw this Avalokitesvara, his eyes still twitched uncontrollably.

Very good, as soon as they got the certificate, people started to urge the marriage.

"If it doesn't work, you don't have to worry. Yueyue still has Taoist and Christian things. You can worship as you please, and there will always be a spirit."

Mu Yang put a lot of meat into the pot, and said without changing his expression.

When Ling Zhaozhao heard these words, he couldn't help feeling choked up.

Gao Yuexin really has a lot...

I don't know if all three sects believe in it, it will not work.

"Thank you anyway."

After all, this was Gao Yue and Mu Yang's wish, and Ling Zhaozhao thanked him sincerely.

"It's still a while before this dish is cooked, and it's too monotonous for us to eat like this. I remember I saved a few good wines at Mingzhe's place last time. Why don't we play truth or dare?"

Mu Yang looked at the undulating meat and vegetables in the pot, and suddenly said in his heart.

"But Zhao Zhao can't drink, so just drink some fruit juice."

Mu Yang thought of Ling Zhaozhao's drinking capacity last time, scratched his head, and said empathetically.

Although this was drinking at home, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't get drunk again.

Ling Zhaozhao felt that eating hot pot like this was really monotonous, so he had no objection to Mu Yang's proposal.

Needless to say, Gao Yue raised her hands in favor.

Song Mingzhe didn't like to have any objections.

Seeing that everyone agreed, Mu Yang quickly took out the few bottles of wine from the refrigerator, and found a big turntable from nowhere.

"Whoever the pointer turns to, whoever chooses to tell the truth or take a big risk."

Mu Yang chuckled and started to turn the turntable.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at the pointer that kept turning, and suddenly became nervous.

The speed of the pointer gradually slowed down, and finally stopped in front of a person.