Little ginseng is super sticky

Ah Yuan felt bitter in his heart, if he eats my mouth, I won't be able to eat delicious food for a while.

Mu Qi's eyes were still glued to his lips.

Ah Yuan became cruel, "Well...then you can bite if you want. Be gentle, and I will hurt."

"Ah Yuan." Mu Qi called him softly.

Ah Yuan who was pouting: "Ang?"

Mu Qi squeezed his mouth with his hands, and pushed him away: "I'm a little unconscious now, but it's not because I'm blind."

Ah Fang couldn't understand such a complicated idiom, his eyes were full of confusion, and his mouth was caught: "Uh, uh, uh..."

"Sit down." Mu Qi let go of his hand.

He shook his head, dispelling the chaotic and inexplicable thoughts in his mind just now.

Ah Yuan was a teenager who was ignorant and curious about everything. He could talk nonsense, but he couldn't think about it.

Seeing that his expression became more serious, Ah Yuan seemed to have something to say.So he sat down on the edge of the bed with grievances, muttering in a super low voice, and kindly gave you a bite, but he didn't appreciate it, tsk.

Mu Qi pressed the corner of his forehead and said, "Actually, I should ask your opinion on this matter first. Do you want to develop into self-media or celebrities in the future?"

Ah Yuan was confused, "What plum blossom? What star?"

Facing the caveman A Yuan who doesn't even know what Weibo and WeChat are, Mu Qi suddenly didn't know where to start to explain.

"To put it simply, like the video of you eating cake, it is shared with many people and everyone can see it. You may share this video out of money or hobby, but not everyone will like it, and you may be affected Harm from a stranger."

Ah Yuan digested this passage, "It seems that I can't say I like it, and I can't say I hate it."

Mu Qi knew that he still didn't quite understand these things, "Let's just let it be. If you encounter any uncertainties in the future, you can discuss with me and the manager before making a decision."

Ah Yuan is used to focusing on the key points, ignoring everyone else, and nodding obediently, "We will discuss with the master before making a decision."

Mu Qi's eyelashes trembled.

Suddenly, smelling a familiar yet inexplicable fragrance of medicine, Mu Qi's eyelids gradually became heavy, and Mu Qi slowly fell asleep.

At the beginning, the self in the dream was separated from the pain of the body, the spirit was relaxed, and it was quite comfortable.

It's just that in the end, it's really not a restful sleep.

He dreamed that many faceless people flocked to his restaurant and door, begging and clamoring for him to hand over his most precious things.

What is the most precious thing, money, reputation, rights, health, he has tried, but none of them are what they want.

But he has nothing left, he...

These faceless people began to splash paint and light it with a lighter. Endless red flames instantly filled his room, thick black smoke permeated from the crack in the door, oxygen became scarcer, and a sense of suffocation filled his chest.

Taking a deep breath, Mu Qi suddenly woke up from the dream.

After looking at the ceiling for a full minute, he pulled his thoughts back to reality.

His lips were a little dry due to the heat and dehydration, and the groggy feeling in his head eased a lot. He raised his hand and touched his forehead, and his body temperature should have dropped.

It's just... the pungent black smoke wasn't all a dream, there was actually a faint burnt smell in the air in the room, mixed with the "clang" sound of the kitchen and pots and pans colliding together.

"A Yuan—" Mu Qi shouted several times with a hoarse voice, "A Yuan?"

There was another chaotic sound of soldiers in the kitchen, followed by the sound of eager slippers breaking from far to near. A Yuan, wearing an apron, disheveled hair, and black oily smoke on his face, appeared by the door, holding a spatula in his hand. .

"Master, you are awake."

Mu Qi looked at him like this, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, "Are you... demolishing the house?"

A Yuan smiled, "I'm giving my master heart porridge. It's just finished. I'll bring it over after I put it on a plate. Wait for me."

Just now I heard the manager and the owner talk about the issue of eating when they were talking on the phone. As he swore to take good care of the owner, of course he has to shoulder the heavy responsibility of cooking!

Most importantly, he was still thinking that seeing his master prepare food with such care, his affection for him must have increased sharply, and he might fall in love with him someday.

Mu Qi's lips parted slightly, and before he could make a sound, Ah Yuan rushed back to the kitchen full of interest, the two sections of hair on the top of his head were so excited that they wobbled as he walked.

Another protest play of pots and pans.

Mu Qi was startled, but with a hint of anticipation, he got out of bed with his weak body, and wanted to go to the kitchen to have a look.It's just that as soon as he reached the door of the kitchen, he was pushed back into the room by the akimbo: "Master, what are you worried about? Although I haven't cooked, I have seen you cook. This little thing can't trouble me! "

Seeing his sincere heart, Mu Qi is embarrassed to say that he is actually more worried about his kitchen.

3 minutes later

"I'm too good! It's very potential to cook like this for the first time, Ah Yuan is awesome." Ah Yuan admired himself while walking, and even encouraged himself.

He carried the tray, walked to Mu Qi's bed with a smile on his face, imitated the way the manager served dishes in the restaurant, bowed very gentlemanly, and put the tray on the bed in the middle of the table.

"Keep the master waiting for a long time."

Mu Qi looked hesitantly at the dishes on the tray, one poached egg, one serving of flour and ham pancakes, two leek boxes, three pumpkin pies, one serving of fried dumplings, and the famous eight-treasure porridge on the right.

I don't know if the smell was because he thought he had a cold, but I didn't smell it anyway, but the color was okay, so it really seemed like that.

Mu Qi picked up the chopsticks and grabbed the poached egg, "It's really not the first time to do this..."

He saw that the bottom of the poached egg was a bit mushy.

Mu Qi raised his eyebrows, stretched out his chopsticks and turned all the food over.

Only the exposed side is good, and the reverse side is not very good-looking.

Mu Qi: "...not bad." He finished his words of encouragement through gritted teeth.

Ah Yuan picked at her fingers, "Well, I don't know why the other side is a little ugly and black."

Mu Qi resisted not commenting, and turned to stir the porridge with a spoon... No, it should be called porridge, obviously there was less water, and it was sticky if it was neither dry nor thin.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Ah Yuan felt empty, "Is it not to the master's liking, or forget it, I..." His voice became lower and lower.

Mu Qi was born sensitive to cooking, and has always been very particular about eating. It has been a long time since he saw such a "childish" cooking technique. He was speechless for a while. Seeing him depressed, he quickly coughed twice, "Thank you for your kindness, I was very moved and loved it.”

Ah Yuan looked at him expectantly, "Then hurry up and try it!"

"Now?" Mu Qi sat still.

"Of course, it will be cold in a while."

Mu Qi was silent for a moment, and then acted like a landlord, "You also get a pair of chopsticks for yourself, good things need to be shared together."

Ah Yuan rubbed her belly, "I don't want to eat anymore, I'm full from the snacks just now, and I ate a lot of Want Want Senbei."

Mu Qi: "...Actually, I can just eat Want Want Senbei." Although this food is not low in calories, at least it is acceptable.

Ah Yuan quickly waved her hands, "How can that be done! You are a sick person, you have to eat something healthy to recover from your illness."

Mu Qi looked at these "healthy things" in front of him, took a deep breath, "Well, but I don't look good when I eat, so I don't like people watching when I eat. I don't feel so uncomfortable now, just eat by myself, you Go back to the restaurant and rest, you have really worked hard today."

Ah Yuan let out an "ah..." feeling disappointed, and his nose felt sore, "This is the first time I cook a meal with my heart, I want to stay by and watch it be eaten... well, I'll go La……"

He walked out of the room aggrievedly, his shoulders drooping.

"and many more."

Mu Qi couldn't bear it, so he stopped him.

Ah Yuan waited for this sentence, walked back cleverly, sat down on the bay window, with his back to Mu Qi, "Master, you can eat, I won't look at you, I will just sit here and wait for you to finish eating."

Mu Qi had nothing to do with him, and said resignedly, "Help me get the food scale from the drawer of the dining table in the living room."

Ah Yuan ran away like the wind, ran back like the wind, and then sat back obediently by the bay window.

Mu Qi counted the calories of the food, and only distributed a small portion of the dishes, which was the amount of calories he allowed himself to consume every day, and the other dishes were put aside.

Ah Yuan sat cross-legged on the bay window, propping his chin, wondering if the things he made would suit his master's taste.

Most importantly, he hopes to help his master and let him regain the joy of eating.

After waiting for a long time, she finally heard the sound of a spoon touching the bowl and chopsticks behind her. Ah Yuan quietly turned her face and took a peek.

The owner held the fried egg as if he was going to die, folded it in half, hid the mushy side inside, and put it into his mouth with trembling hands. The moment his teeth touched the surface of the egg, his eyes slightly widened, a faint mushy On the top of the smell, the eyebrows frowned into a Sichuan character.

"Well."

There was such a whimper in his ear, Mu Qi followed the sound, and Ah Yuan's eyes were red, "Master, are my dishes so unpalatable..."

Mu Qi hurriedly swallowed the poached egg, and finished the porridge whole. The leek box was crunchy, "Delicious, worthy of praise."

Ah Yuan was coaxed by his appearance, "Really."

Mu Qi was so delicious that he was speechless, and even ate two more fried dumplings to show that it was really delicious.

It wasn't until Ah Yuan burst into laughter that Mu Qi heaved a sigh of relief and threw away his chopsticks in relief. Eating a meal felt more difficult than before.

Ah Yuan walked briskly, running to collect the dishes, "Then the leftovers will be reheated for the master tomorrow."

Mu Qi:?

"From now on, make it for the master to eat every day!"

Mu Qi: ...It doesn't have to be.