Chapter 799

Chamberlain Tang was stunned and prepared with the help of improvisation. It was rare that the young master was so interested that he naturally followed suit.

At this time, Mu Qingqing is very careful about her body. Even if she has no appetite, she will force herself to eat something. So she goes out of her bedroom at about six o'clock.

"Uncle Tang, what's for tonight?" Mu Qingqing went to the dining room lazily and sat down at the table.

Today seems to be different. In the past, uncle Tang must be talking about today's dishes while serving dishes. What's the name of the dishes and how they are good for their health. Nagging is a common fault of the elderly, but mu Qingqing is happy to listen.

But today, housekeeper Tang didn't seem to be in the kitchen. When Mu Qingqing looked around, she found that several servants who were in charge of kitchen work were helping to weed in the back yard.

"Dinner to..."

Mo Liancheng's voice suddenly rings out behind his back. Mu Qingqing looks back fiercely and sees that Mo Liancheng is holding his sleeve and fiddling with the dining table, serving plates of food. There are meat, vegetables, soup and rice. The combination of Chinese and Western meat and vegetable is very elegant, but there is a difference in sales.

"What are you doing?" Mu Qingqing asked in surprise.

"Can't you see that I'm your chef today!" Mo Liancheng seems to be in a good mood. He even plays a joke and shows a warm tone.

Looking at the tailor-made suit of Mr. Mu Qingcheng, he felt that he could not help but look at the tailor-made suit in the kitchen.

"Are you crazy, Molian city?" Mu Qingqing got up and went upstairs. Mo Liancheng didn't know what was going on, but mu Qingqing quickly walked down the stairs again. When he appeared again, he had a medicine box in his hand.

"You can't get water on the wound, don't you know? It's going to get infected!"

Mu Qingqing censure, the action rudely presses Mo Liancheng on the chair, very seriously lowers the head to help Mo Liancheng change medicine. Except for the time when he just came back from the hospital, after moliancheng asked Mu Qingqing to help him change his dressing, Mu Qingqing never helped him with his wound any more. Instead, he didn't pay attention to it, but he was hardly at home.

Looking at the gauze which was wet by the water, Mu Qingqing raised the worry.

Mo Liancheng's finger is still red and swollen, the wound has begun to grow uneven tissue, is struggling to combine. Mu Qingqing, who saw this picture again, still couldn't get used to it. She still held her breath and felt that her heart beat faster and her nose became sour. She bit her lips and strengthened her strength.

"I don't know. You just need to know..." Mo Liancheng joked, but there was a warm smile on his face.

Mu Qingqing didn't say anything. She always helped Mo Liancheng change her dressing and gauze carefully. "Fortunately, it didn't touch the water. What the hell did you do? Why did you suddenly have to cook in person? Did you deliberately hurt yourself and ask me to blame myself?"

Mo Liancheng looked at Mu Qingqing a little distracted. The last time they sat at home like this, they couldn't remember when it happened.

So, Mo Liancheng pulled Mu Qingqing into his arms and said only two words, "thank you..."

If it's any other deliberate love talk or endless apology, Mu Qingqing will not hesitate to push Mo Liancheng away, because she has been tired of listening to it. But this time, Mo Liancheng even said thank you to himself. In my impression, Mo Liancheng never said this, never once.

Mu Qingqing didn't know why moliancheng wanted to thank himself, but it was just such a sentence that made Mu Qingqing freeze. If it wasn't for the hunger protest and the roar, the warm atmosphere might have lasted for some time.

"I'm hungry..." Mu Qingqing pushes away from Mo Liancheng. With an embarrassed face, she puts the broken hair in front of her forehead into her ears. She gets up and quickly walks to the table.

Mo Liancheng tried to resist the smile and handed the chopsticks to Mu Qingqing.

"How does it taste?" Mo Liancheng looks forward to seeing Mu Qingqing, but he can't eat anything casually because the doctor wants to stop eating.

Mu Qingqing looked at Mo Liancheng with suspicious eyes, and said in a cold voice, "I ate your food, won't I be poisoned..."

"Hello! Mu Qingqing, I've been working hard for two hours. I'll give you a face Mo Liancheng a face aggrieved said, like a very naive child.

Mu Qingqing laughed and tasted each dish. She secretly looked at Mo Liancheng with a look of expectation in her eyes, and nodded with satisfaction, "not bad, very delicious."

"That's it?" Mo Liancheng some disappointed said, seems to be still looking forward to what.

Mu Qingqing shrugged his shoulders and ignored Mo Liancheng, "or what do you want?"

With that, Mu Qingqing put down the dishes and chopsticks, got up and left the table, "I'm ready, I'm going to take a bath..."

"Only a little?"

"Well, I eat so much. You don't know..." Mu Qingqing said, head also did not return to the upstairs.Mo Liancheng San San sat on one side, but was shocked by the sudden ring of the mobile phone ring. He touched the past along the direction of the voice and picked up the phone that Mu Qingqing had just left. On the screen flashed a particularly dazzling name for Mo Liancheng, song Yanshu.

He looked at the screen, his eyes suddenly became gloomy. After a few seconds of hesitation, Mo Liancheng immediately hung up the phone and deleted the call record. He turned off the phone directly and put it back in place.

Although Mo Liancheng also disdains this kind of boring small action, but jealous men have nothing to do with their identity, are the same naive to the extreme.

Can be such a move, but made a lot of commotion.

Mo Liancheng some angry, good mood all did not have, then also turned to go upstairs. Seeing that the two had finished their dinner so soon, Butler Tang was worried about whether his young master was defeated in the kitchen battle. Seeing that the dishes on the table had hardly been moved, uncle Tang frowned and tasted the craft of moliancheng.

But it didn't matter. Uncle Tang's face turned iron blue. "How sweet..."

Butler Tang frowned and tasted one dish after another. Except for the different ingredients, the taste is almost the same. The common point is that it is sweet, very sweet.

"The young master must have used sugar as salt..."

Housekeeper Tang shook his head helplessly. Later, he cooked some porridge and sent it to Mu Qingqing's room. "Little lady, have some porridge and pad your stomach."