Chapter 822

Cloud words don't speak, don't even see mu chenbi one eye.

"Not to your taste? Tell me what you want to eat, and I'll have it redone. " Mu chenbi asked,

Cloud words are still silent.

Mu chenbi sat down beside him, breathing slightly, and said, "didn't you promise me yesterday? As long as you see Dongtang Chiyou, you will have dinner. Besides, you ate well last night. What's the matter today? "

Cloud words slowly turn eyes, glanced at mu chenbi one eye, cold voice way: "want to let me have a meal, can, personally make a share for me."

Hearing this, mu chenbi was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "ah Ci, you're too embarrassed for me, I haven't cooked."

Yunci tilted his head to look at him, and his lips curved with sarcasm: "don't you mean it will be good to me? I don't want to do this little thing for me. If it's a you, even if he won't, he will learn it for me. "

When he heard this, mu chenbi's smile sank and he twisted his eyebrows. He seemed a little unhappy. He stared at Yun CI for a long time and said, "OK, as long as I can make you happy, I can do all these things."

After that, he stood up and went to the door of the room. He just saw the servant. He ordered coldly, "come to the kitchen and teach me how to cook."

Yunci looks at mu chenbi's back, and his lips give a sneer.

In the kitchen, there was a clanging sound and the exclamation of servants.

"King, are you all right? Let me do it. "

Yejiao passed by the kitchen, heard this sentence, and walked to the kitchen.

When he came to the door, he was surprised to see mu chenbi standing in the kitchen. He raised his hand. The servant was carefully bandaging his fingers. There were unfinished ingredients on the chopping board and a kitchen knife with blood on the blade.

Yejiao went over and asked, "what are you doing?"

Mu chenbi raised his eyes to see yejiao. He didn't say anything. He bandaged the wound of his finger. He went back to the chopping board, picked up the kitchen knife, and cut the vegetables with stiff movements. He almost cut the wound several times.

Yejiao asked the servant in a low voice, "what's the matter?"

The servant looked back at mu chenbi, then leaned down to yejiao's ear and said in a low voice, "the one upstairs said that he wanted to eat breakfast made by the king himself, so the king is learning to cook porridge."

Yejiao stares at the back of Mu chenbi's busy body with astonished eyes. She just feels ridiculous: "are you crazy?"

Mu chenbi, who once held a gun and could Bang off other people's heads with one shot, is now making breakfast for others with a kitchen knife?!

Crazy, crazy, crazy.

Yejiao clenched her tight hands, and her face showed a trace of anger.

After almost a busy morning, after failure and failure again, the hot porridge finally came out.

Mu chenbi was scalded carelessly, and the servant rushed to get the scalding medicine. The finger of one hand of Mu chenbi was almost covered with gauze.

Even Mu Shen wall a hand to carry porridge, servant hurried to pick up: "I come."

"No Mu chenbi came out of the kitchen with porridge.

Just as she was about to go upstairs, yejiao's figure suddenly stopped in front of Mu chenbi. Seeing his scarred hand, yejiao said angrily, "do you want to do this?"

Mu chenbi said indifferently: "you don't care about this."

Yejiao roared: "you can do whatever she asks you to do. Will you die if she asks you to?"