My Secretary is a Little Sweet

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Zheng Lun's eyes lighted slightly and nodded busyly: "Yeah, yeah, we can wait for my brother to come back and make it! My brother is also good at cooking, we won't suffer hungry!"

When Shangguanning heard that all three men would cook, he immediately let go of his heart and stopped worrying about lunch.

The three women didn't realize how stupid they were, and how unscrupulous they were. They even expected the men to come back to wash their hands and serve soup after they had dealt with the big things.

At 12 o'clock noon, three men with different temperaments, but equally handsome and tall, opened the door and walked in.

Today is Zhao Anan’s birthday. Shangguan Ning and Zheng Lun both bought cakes. Mu Qing came in at the moment, carrying one in his hand, and made it by himself.

Hungry, Zhao Anan's birthday, no one mentioned Shen Lingbing.

Mu Qing handed the cake to Zhao Anan and said with a smile: "An An, happy birthday!"

Zhao Anan took the cake. Rarely, instead of giving him a cold face, he thanked with a smile, and Mu Qing got stunned.

He was ruined by Zhao Anan, and he came back softly once, and he was very uncomfortable!

Zheng Jing also smiled and said "Happy Birthday", only Jing Yichen looked indifferent, walked in without a word, without any expression, and sat directly beside Shangguanning.

Except for Shangguan Ning, everyone is accustomed to Jing Yichen's indifference. He treats everyone like this and is already very polite to Zhao An'an.

If he said "An An, Happy Birthday" today, it would be surprising!

He always felt that these were nonsense, except that when talking with Shangguan, he talked a lot, and with others, he could not say a word all day.

Shangguanning also knew his character, but he didn't expect him to be so mean to Zhao An'an cousin.

She hugged Jing Yichen's arm and glared: "An'an birthday, you have to say happy birthday, we will sing her a birthday song together soon, say it quickly!"

Jing Yichen couldn't say anything like this to Shangguan Ning, he couldn't say anything to anyone else! Not even Zhao Anan!

Sing birthday songs? !

joke! He is Jing Yichen, how could he sing a birthday song! This does not meet his indifferent temperament and character!

He has grown so big that he has never sung a song!

Zhao An'an never expected Jing Yichen to speak blessings, even grandma's birthday, he never said it! If Shangguan Ning came to give her a birthday today, Jing Yichen would not even come!

He is an indifferent person who regards his birthday as nothing. He has never even had his own birthday, let alone give it to others.

She was suddenly curious. How did Jing Yichen give her the birthday of Shangguanning yesterday? Didn't she say nothing for a long time?

She thought about it and suddenly laughed: "A Ning, don't worry about my brother. I'm twenty-seven this year. He never gave me a birthday. Of course, I didn't give him. He can today. Come on, I'm already burning incense! Don't force him away again in a while, I'm not worth the money!"

Jing Yichen spoke lightly and shifted the topic: "You didn't even make a dish for three mornings?"

This sentence is so lethal, the three women suddenly looked like a deflated ball, limping.

Mu Qing and Zheng Jing first looked at the three women in astonishment, then shook their heads and walked to the kitchen.

"Alas, now the women are spoiled by us. If we are not at home, this is probably starving to death!" Mu Qing shook her head with a smile, skillfully rolled up the sleeve of the blue shirt, and then looked at the ingredients in the kitchen , Ready to cook.

Zhao An'an fart child followed behind him and retorted: "Nonsense, the three of us ate potato chips and were not hungry at all! Besides, there are cakes bought by Ning and Lunlun, How could you starve to death!"

Although she refuted her mouth, she felt a little guilty.

Her life skills are always zero!

She looked at Mu Qing's skill in washing vegetables, chopping vegetables, and ingredients, and then turned on the gas and quickly stir-fried. She felt that at this moment, Mu Qing was handsome!

She used to think that Mu Qing, who wore a white coat and explained the difficult problems one after another in professional terms to the patient, was the most handsome, and that Mu Qing who saved one life after another was the most amazing.

Now, he feels that he is so charming to cook!

Is it because she is hungry?

Of course, Mu Qing noticed Zhao Anan’s look. His lips slightly curled up, but only when he didn’t see anything. He was still cooking seriously. He knew Zhao Anan. The best way to do this now is to not speak. Talk, now the quiet Zhao Anan will immediately become the Zhao Anan who scolded him asshole.

When the food was about to come out of the pan, Muqing picked up a lot of lotus roots with chopsticks. It seemed to be casually handed to Zhao Anan: "Open your mouth and taste salty."

There are countless solid wood stir-fry dishes, and the control of oil and salt is already very precise. He just wants to sandwich it with Zhao Anan.

Zhao An'an was also immersed in the worship of Mu Qing. He opened his mouth obediently, and then his eyes lit up: "Wood, what you made is delicious!"

Of course!

He has practiced for a long time!

Mu Qing's lips showed a smile that could not be concealed, and he washed the pot in a good mood, and then went to prepare other dishes.

Zhao An'an still followed him step by step, sawing that he peeled the eggplant carefully and shredding it, and immediately eagerly tried: "Wood is green, you let me try it! Hurry up, you teach me, I also want to cook!"

Mu Qing really didn't want Zhao An'an to take a knife. He was afraid that her eggplant was not cut, but cut his hand!

Although he is a doctor, he cannot allow Zhao Anan to be so unscrupulously injured!

However, as long as Zhao An'an does not leave him, he will agree to any request she makes.

Just cut the vegetables, just be careful. The big thing is that she cuts the ugliness. He eats the dish by himself.

Zhao An'an held a knife, and under the direction of Mu Qing, cut vegetables in a variety of ways.

Muqing stood behind her against her back, holding her hands with both hands, and taught them by hand.

It's not too difficult to cut a shredded eggplant. Zhao An'an quickly got started, but the cut eggplant can't be called silk, but only chunks, and she cuts vegetables at the same speed as the turtle crawls.

Both eggplants were cut, and she looked quite excited to show off: "Wood, I will cook!"

Missy, the eggplant is still raw, just chopped up. Are you still a thousand miles away from cooking?

Mu Qing smiled in his heart, but there was a serious look on his face. He opened his eyes and praised nonsense: "Well, my An'an will cook, it's amazing!"

As long as Zhao An'an is happy, the rest, just control him!

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