The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 16
"What's wrong?"

"You are delicate and weak and easy to push down, it should be you." Cen Mu struggled meaninglessly, staring at him angrily, "Let me go!"

Hey, this person was hurt so badly, why can't labor and management push him away.

Xiao Zifan snorted coldly, "Let go of you and go hook up with other girls?"

"I'm Duanxiu." Cen Mu was serious, "Besides, I'm her older sister in her eyes."

"Then you like the one whose surname is Zhang?" Xiao Zifan leaned closer to Cen Mu, almost touching his face and said.

Cen Mu raised his eyebrows, with a hint of cunning in his eyes, and said in a drawn-out tone: "Master Xiao, you don't like me, can't I like others?"

"Who said..." Seeing his playful smile, Xiao Zifan stopped talking and shook off Cen Mu. "Aunt Zhang still expects to have a grandson, so don't do such immoral things!"

Cen Mu straightened his clothes, looking at ease, "I understand. Lord Xiao, don't worry, I know in my heart that you are the only son of the Xiao family, and you will not be able to find such immoral things."

"you!"

He grabbed Cen Mu.

"let go."

Cen Mu's eyes were cold, Xiao Zifan had never seen Cen Mu showing such an expression, so he withdrew his hand for a while.

Cen Mu poured out the chestnut left by Minmin, and said to Xiao Zifan normally: "Hey, Lord Xiaohou, I'll leave this to you. I'll go to the kitchen to cook."

It was because it was too normal that Xiao Zifan was even more irritable.

Cen Mu always had a smile on his face, and would tease him a few words from time to time.

He doesn't like being so serious.

But he could only let go and watch Cen Mu leave.

The flour was sent by Zhang Hui, and there was no food in the house.

More importantly, Cen Mu only knows how to go down.

After reconciling, Cen Mu covered it with a clean cloth, and when he turned his head, he saw Xiao Zifan leaning against the kitchen door.

Cen Mu asked: "Did you get all those thorn balls?"

"This Marquis can't." Xiao Zifan admitted directly, "You just met with each other just now, and you have the demeanor of a good wife and mother."

Cen Mu frowned, "So you just stood here watching my reconciliation?"

Xiao Zifan nodded seriously.

"Are you the devil?"

"..."

Cen Mu took out a pair of scissors, studied the pile of thorn balls for a long time, and finally ate some sweet chestnuts.

Sure enough, it was much more delicious and easier to peel than the overripe one.

Let's go with Xiao Minmin tomorrow!

The garbage on the ground was handed over to Xiao Zifan, and Cen Mu's dough woke up.

Roll out the noodles and cut them in one go.

Sprinkle a layer of flour and spread it out, then throw it into boiling water.

perfect.

Cen Mu came out with two bowls of noodles, feeling that he was simply a chef.

"Try it."

A smug smile reappeared on Cen Mu's face, and Xiao Zifan let go of the stone in his heart.

I knew this kid was angry for a while.

The hot noodles made Xiao Zifan feel at home, he smiled and stuffed a large chopstick into his mouth, his expression suddenly became stiff.

"Cen Mu."

"Huh?" Cen Mu was afraid of being hot, so he was still taking care of the cold.

"Did you get angry just now?"

Cen Mu raised his eyebrows.

Yo, got the hang of it?

He wasn't very angry, but if Duanxiu did something immoral, then what was their love?
But this world is like this, women can't give birth to children, and they have to be looked at strangely.Not to mention……

Fortunately, they don't have many rules in the sky.As long as it's not against the way of heaven, no one cares about you.

Cen Mu didn't want to say anything more to Xiao Zifan, so he returned to his usual demeanor, "If I'm angry, I'll give it to you? What a face, Lord Xiao."

With that said, Cen Mu took a mouthful of noodles.

"Then why did you deliberately not add salt to Ben Hou's face?"

Cen Mu's expression became stiff instantly.

"no……"

He forgot!

He didn't mean it!
Originally, boiled noodles in plain water were hard to eat, but now that they didn't even add salt, how could the two of them eat it in such a pampered way.

Cen Mu felt a little guilty, "Otherwise we... throw it back and cook it?"

(End of this chapter)