Chapter 161 Cooking

She just had an illusion.

The arrangement in pairs in the room made her mistakenly think that this man was going to be with her for the rest of her life, and almost forgot Murong Cheng's frivolous and frivolous nature.

It is said that the three caves of the cunning rabbit, I am afraid that he has many other houses like this, even bigger and more luxurious than this villa! So not surprising at all!

In the final analysis, she was too ignorant.

Murong Cheng then led Mu Zi to the study room. The antique carved bookcase was a bit empty, only a few books were scattered here and there, and everything like computer stationery was readily available.

This is where Mu Zi reviews her homework.

Mu Zi immediately said that it was time for him to study, and pushed Murong Cheng out——

She just didn't want to stay with Murong Cheng.

I didn't think about it before, but today I don't want to, it's faintly different...

I always feel a little embarrassed, because of my own momentary delusion.

But she couldn't stay in the study all the time, even if she wanted to, Murong Cheng would not agree.

Mu Zi used the computer in the study to find a few mock test papers on the Internet, downloaded them and did them casually to pass the time.

After doing the questions for a while, I could vaguely smell the smell of food.

Mu Zi was a little surprised, there was no one else here, could it be that Murong Cheng was cooking?

She went downstairs curiously, and saw Murong Cheng's tall and majestic back at a glance.

He was standing in front of the open kitchen, frying a steak. Originally, he was extremely handsome, tall and graceful, even wearing an apron and holding a spatula, he looked very pleasing to the eye.

It's really enviable...

Good-looking, powerful and powerful, these are fine, but he can actually cook.

Mu Zi secretly thought: What else can Murong Cheng not know?

Just as he was muttering, he saw Murong Cheng put down the spatula, turned off the induction cooker, and took off the apron on his body with one hand.

"Is the meal ready?" Mu Zi poked his head and looked around, wanting to see the fruits of Murong Cheng's labor.

Murong Cheng frowned slightly, as if a little irritable, and said, "It's blurred."

Mu Zi: "..."

This……

……Um.

Murong Cheng didn't know how to cook at all.

Think about it too, with Bai Wei as a caring mother, how could it be Murong Cheng's turn to learn how to cook?

Mu Zi wanted to laugh a little, so she suppressed it by pursing her lips.

"Are you hungry?" Murong Cheng asked with his usual expression.

He fried the food, but he didn't feel embarrassed at all, walked over a few steps and pulled Muzi into his arms, and pressed his warm palms on Muzi's abdomen, as if he was carefully feeling her already hungry stomach.

"I called and asked Wang Zhan to bring food." He said.

"No need, it's such a long road, it's already late at night, and it's dangerous to drive at night in the deep mountains and old forests."

Mu Zi thinks it's not enough, it's just a meal, and both of them have hands and feet, so why do they have to let others go out at night.

Murong Cheng pondered for a moment, then rubbed Mu Zi's head, and said, "Hey, go read the book, I'll try again."

After finishing speaking, he re-tied his apron and walked to the large refrigerator with double doors.

He wanted to cook for Mu Zi.

As if it was a matter of course, even if he doesn't know how to cook at all.

Mu Zi looked at Murong Cheng's back, feeling warm for no reason.

Although he is terribly bad, although he is disgusting, although... he is a pervert, but when he is normal, he is handsome without losing his demeanor, gentle and delicate enough to make any woman sink.

He made Mu Zi feel that he was precious and the only one.

Murong Cheng opened the refrigerator door, frowned and picked out new ingredients, seriously thinking about how to make a nutritious and delicious dinner.

Looking at his focused expression, Mu Zi found him cute.

"Don't waste things." She took the onion from him, "I'll make dinner."

Murong Cheng slightly raised his eyebrows, "You?"

Muzi's cheeks were pinkish red, well, she's actually not very good at cooking...