C100

Mommy is going to cook for Uncle Mu?

Seeing Yan Luoluo's busy figure in the kitchen, Yan Qingfan made a cross in front of his chest. With Mommy's culinary skills, she would be extremely lucky if she did not worsen Uncle Mu's condition.

As he thought, Yan Qingfan took out a pair of sunglasses and changed into his favorite casual attire, looking very cool.

"I think I'll add some soup to the flavor."

Yan Luoluo was in the kitchen watching the video lesson while making nutrition soup, her hands trembling as she added more sugar. In the video, she saw the wine that was being cooked, she looked at the bottles, casually picked one and added it, it was the same.

After fiddling around for a long time, Yan Luoluo saw that the soup she made was almost the same as the ones in the video.

To prevent herself from being unable to stop after drinking, Yan Luoluo directly placed him into the insulating box, and Yan Qingfan had already organized himself. He was handsome, and had a little shadow of Mu Beihan.

"Let's go, Fanfan."

Yan Luoluo took Yan Qingfan's small hand and walked outside.

When they reached the ward, Mu Beihan was busy with official business, upon seeing them enter, he immediately pushed the table to the side and laid on the bed.

He covered his stomach with one hand and pretended to be in pain.

The people who were working just now were now lying on the bed. They had obviously recovered quite a bit, but they looked weak again when they saw them.

"Uncle Mu, you should get up and continue to take care of things.

Yan Qingfan blinked his eyes. Even a four year old could see through Mu Beihan's disguise, let alone the two adults present.

Mike pursed his lips and snickered. A newborn calf was not afraid of a tiger, yet this kid dared to talk to the CEO like that.

Mu Beihan straightened his body from the bed and sat up once again. He had changed from a sickly look to a capable CEO.

Yan Luoluo handed over the thermal insulating box in her hands. Inside the box was the soup for Mu Beihan.

"Director Mu, this is a soup I made myself. I promised you yesterday to make it up to you, and why have you come to find us?"

Yesterday, Yan Luoluo purposely emphasized the word a bit, as if telling him that she already knew.

Mu Beihan coughed dryly. He waited for them to bring food back from the ward after he finished cooking, but he didn't see them even after he waited until Mike didn't see them.

"You made it yourself?"

Mu Beihan looked at Yan Luoluo suspiciously. He had never tasted the food Yan Luoluo cooked before.

Yan Luoluo looked up, what was the meaning of this? Could it be that she could buy what was already available outside and lie to her? And there was no need for that.

"Won't you know if you try?"

Mu Beihan was so excited that his fingers that had opened the lid were trembling. Opening the lid, he saw steaming hot soup inside, which smelled delicious.

Yan Qingfan glanced over, then retracted his head. No matter how delicious the food looked like, she would not try to try it again.

"Let me have a taste."

Mu Beihan had just drunk his first mouthful, and the expression on his face instantly froze. His Adam's apple moved slightly, and he slowly said: "The taste is not bad, besides some problems with the ratio of the seasoning."

As he said that, he took another sip, and in a moment, Mu Beihan had finished drinking all of the soup.

Yan Qingfan passed some water in front of Mu Beihan, "Uncle Mu, I'll give you some water to drink.