Floating Color

Li Mojun put Mi Chen's sleeves down and got up to put the medicine box back. He shook off his blind stick and walked back to the kitchen.

Mi Chen carefully followed behind him, who knew he stopped halfway down the stairs.

"I can't fall off the stairs, so you don't need to worry."

Mi Chen froze. Li Mojun walked smoothly at every step, but how did he know her thoughts?

Did he really cultivate the hearing of Jiang Qianfan in the novel? Can you hear her nervous breathing and heartbeat?

Let me go, it is not Jiang Qianfan, but Superman!

Coming to the kitchen door, Li Mojun slowly retracted the blind stick and handed it to the side. It took a long time for Mi Chen to understand it, and quickly stepped forward to take over the blind staff.

Li Mojun took out the tomatoes, washed them and cut them open.

All movements are very clean, occasionally hesitating, but the whole process is always smooth. Even his stir-fried movements are like an elegant chef.

Mi Chen looked at it from a distance, as if the seemingly indifferent but warm Jiang Qianfan appeared in front of her in the book.

A plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes was delivered to Mi Chen.

"You try it."

"what?"

"In the script of" The Feast ", Jiang Qianfan's first dish was scrambled eggs with tomatoes. In order to let Lin Kesong know how bad the scrambled eggs she made were.

Mi Chen is embarrassed. Is this ironic? Mi Chen also knows that he is not a cook, but home cooking is actually okay, not so bad ...

"That ... even Mr. said, I can't use anything except that cup."

"You use it. Don't forget to take it away."

Li Mojun sat down opposite her. He was clearly invisible at this time, but Mi Chen felt very stressed.

Use it! Your plate or spoon is still good porcelain! I won't lose it if I take it back!

Mi Chen took the spoon. She was not as particular as Li Mojun. She scooped up a spoon and blew into her mouth.

Blink your eyes, this ... is this too delicious? Different from her with Li Mojun. The acidity and saltiness are just right, with a delicious sweet taste. The eggs are very tender and not as old as they were fried.

"Mr. Li, would you cook?" Mi Chen couldn't help but wonder.

"will not."

Li Mojun still maintains the attitude that saying more words will kill the stars.

At this time, the door opened and Lian Xiao came. Looking at the tomato scrambled eggs at the table, he was stunned.

"What are you doing?"

Mi Chen dared not speak, Li Mojun replied indifferently: "Cooking."

"Huh?" Lian Xiao looked at Mi Chen.

Mi Chen hurriedly said, "I have used this plate and this spoon! I have taken them away, I will not stay here!"

After talking, she began to pack things. Because it's time to change shifts.

Mi Chen thought that the kitchen was also in a mess. It was estimated that Lian Xiao would be unhappy and quickly went to tidy up. When she saw the shredded potatoes, she felt heartbroken.

"That ... Mr. Lien, these are the potatoes cut by Mr. Li ... He shouldn't need it, can I take it away?"

Even Xiao was stunned, "Oh, um."

Mi Chen raised her brows, stuffed all the potato pieces into a plastic bag, and took all the spoons and plates away.

Coming to the door, Lian Xiao leaned against the door and asked curiously, "Where did you eat the scrambled eggs with tomatoes?"

"Mr. Li did it."

"What?" Even Xiao Xiao's jaw fell off. "I have been his agent for so long. I have no credit and hard work. He hasn't even squeezed me a glass of tomato juice. He made you a tomato Scrambled eggs? The taste must be bad, right? "

"It's delicious." Mi Chen tied her shoelaces and rubbed her hands in an embarrassed way. "How can you pay for 200 yuan per hour?"

"You're so lucky to eat tomato scrambled eggs made by Li Mojun's hand, and you still want to pay?"

"... I won't eat next time ..."

"Do you still want to have another time?" Lian Xiao Fu Ao waved his hand to Mi Chen, "I will transfer it to you."

"Thank you! Mr. Lien, how nice you are!" After that, Mi Chen walked around carrying her potatoes.

After three consecutive days, Miao Miao ate curry stewed potatoes. Whether it's curry or potatoes, Miao Miao wants to vomit.

That night, Mi Chen sat on the bed and brushed Weibo, and Lawrence's message came.

Lawrence: How are you today?

Millet grain: Very good! After making an afternoon of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, a small blister was burned on the arm.

Lawrence: You actually cook? I thought you would only eat instant noodles.

Mi Chen was stunned for a while. Why is this tone familiar?

Xiaomi tablets: How do you know that I always eat instant noodles?

Lawrence: Did n’t you put a box of instant noodles in the last video you put on your roommate? It's still beefy.

Millet grain: 23333, it turned out to be like this!

Lawrence: What does 23333 mean?

Xiaomi grain: It means "Ahahahaha"!

It seems that Lawrence doesn't confuse the network very much!

The next morning, Mi Chen went to the supermarket to make a weekly purchase, riding a meowed electric car.

As soon as he left the supermarket, the phone rang. Mi Chen looked at Lian Xiao's name and watched the liver tremble.

"Mr. Lien?"

"Mi Chen, did you receive your twelve thousand?"

"Received, thank you Mr. Lien."

It turned out that the payment was confirmed! Mi Chen exhaled.

"Are you satisfied with this salary?"

"Very satisfied!"

"Then come to work early! Xiao Chen fell off the stairs this morning and broke his bones."

"Ah? Is Li Mojun okay?"

"He's okay. Xiao Chen walked up the stairs and fell down."

Mi Chen covered his face with black lines.

"I'll be there at eleven o'clock."

"I am still here……"

The phone had hung up, and Mi Chen suddenly had an urge to beat Lian Xiao.

She looked at the time, lying down! It's already ten forty-five! It's too late to put things back! Fortunately, she bought instant noodles and QQ noodles, there is no frozen food.

Riding on an electric car, Mi Chen came to Dibai Bay. Uncle Security could not help but see Mi Chen.

"Yo, finally have a car?"

"Ah, yes ... there is a car ..."

Mi Chen rang the doorbell, Lian Xiao opened the door, hugged his arm, and his face was a little blue. "It's so rare. It was two minutes early."

"... my electric car ..."

"Just stop in the yard."

Mi Chen was relieved, and when she lowered her head and took off her shoes, even Xiao Xiao came to her ear and said, "You teach Li Mojun to cook other dishes today! I have eaten countless plates of scrambled tomatoes with tomatoes from last night to today. If he does something else, I will give you three hundred dollars per hour! "

"Really?" Mi Chen's eyes lit up.

"It's true!"

So today, Mi Chen and Li Mojun made a western food: cheese and beef rolls with asparagus.

Mi Chen first held Li Mojun's hand and did it again, then stood by and watched Li Mojun roll all the ingredients together in an orderly manner.

"Asparagus needs to go in a little more. The beef needs to be rolled tighter, otherwise it will loosen in the oven after a while!"

Li Mojun's fingers are very clever, and every movement has an inexplicable beauty. It's a pity that even Xiao will not let her take any videos or photos, otherwise it will be posted on the post or on Weibo, and there will surely be more people paying attention to "Feast".

They always do it at noon. Baked cheese and beef rolls are freshly baked.

"You smell it! It smells so good! Fortunately, when I saw cheese, I thought of this dish as soon as I thought about it!"

Mi Chen sent the baking tray not far from Li Mojun. When Li Mojun lowered his head, Mi Chen took a step back.

"Be careful that your face is hurt by the heat! Oh, Western food is all about dressing up! The novel describes Jiang Qianfan's dressing as a work of art that people can't bear to start! Should we also dress up!"

"Of course." Li Mojun's eyes drooped slightly, perhaps because of the warm breath of food, and his expression even had a soft illusion.

Mi Chen froze. She took a deep breath and lowered her head. "Then I'll check for a suitable picture of the plate. Yes! This one is good, use some green peppers, lemon zest and celery leaves! Just grind some mashed potatoes!" "

Mi Chen and Li Mojun cut some green pepper shreds together. Mi Chen held Li Mojun's hand and inserted the green pepper shreds between the beef rolls piled up in a pyramid. A few pieces of celery leaves were attached to it, followed by the red cherry tomatoes . Then, Mi Chen held Li Mojun's hand, stained with mashed potatoes, and drew a circle around the beef roll like painting.

It was a very delicate movement, and Mi Chen's heartbeat seemed to miss a beat as Li Mojun's wrist turned.

"Done! Mr. Li."

"Let me come next."

"it is good!"

Mi Chen looked at Li Mojun at the side and was not very skillful at first. He became more and more familiar in the back, and even did not need Mi Chen to remind him.

Until five or six plates of beef rolls were on the table, Lian Xiao was stunned, waiting for his stomach to growl.

"You did it with Li Mojun?"

"Yes! Except for this one, Mr. Li set it himself!"

"Oh my god, I really hope that Li Mojun will take on roles like Jiang Qianfan! This is really reluctant to let the knife and fork go!"

"Then ... Mr. Lin, can I take a picture? This way, when Mr. Li takes off his contact lenses, he can still see his work."

"Okay, but with my mobile phone, it can be sent to the crew for publicity."

"That means!"

After taking the photo, Lian Xiao said excitedly: "Hurry and taste the taste! Mi Chen, this is your recipe. Come and try the taste!"

Mi Chen hesitated for a moment and reached for the beef roll on the plate in front of him, even Xiao Xiao showed strange eyes.

"What do you do with your hands? Don't you have a knife and fork?"

"I have used it, don't I have to take it away?" Mi Chen thought, how many pairs of knives and forks did she have to collect?

"The one you used today will stay here. You will use this pair in the future." Li Mojun, who has been silent, even spoke.

Lian Xiao raised his eyebrows and nodded at Mi Chen, meaning that he would do just that.

Mi Chen is stupid, but there is "the future"?

Lian Xiao ate two plates of beef rolls and said curiously, "Mi Chen, is this French cuisine you learned when you went to makeup school in France?"

Mi Chen shook his head, "This is what my mother often cooks for me. I like beef and cheese, but I don't like vegetables very much, so my mother designed this dish. Both beef and cheese wrapped asparagus in it. By the way, if I secretly pick out asparagus, my mother will find it. "

Speaking of which, Mi Chen couldn't help but show a smile.

"What about your mother? Did she go to France?"

To be precise, her mother took her to France. But explaining these is meaningless.

"My mother passed away."

"Ah ... I'm sorry." Lian Xiao felt slightly guilty for Mi Chen for the first time.

"Afternoon, do something else." Li Mojun spoke slowly.

"Oh that's fine!"

Finding a way to get along, Mi Chen increasingly felt that these two hundred pieces an hour was a very happy time. Not to mention that even Xiao gave her a salary increase.

It was only in the afternoon that Lian Xiao's cell phone kept ringing, and Lian Xiao replied, though his voice was normal, but his brows were very tight. Sometimes even hang up the phone directly.

Mi Chen took out her mobile phone and it was a strange number.

"Hello, hello, this is Mi Chen."

"It's Li Mojun's makeup artist Mi Chen? Do you know what happened to Li Mojun's mother in a mental hospital? Is his mother's mental illness genetic? Is Li Mojun's spirit normal ..."

All the questions are like fireworks, and Mi Chen froze on the spot.

At this time, someone took Mi Chen's mobile phone and pressed it off.

"What are you doing there for a while? Or do you think you can challenge these reporters with one enemy?" Lian Xiao snorted.

This is how Mi Chen understands why the reporter will get news of Li Mojun's entry into the mental hospital. He should have visited his mother. Maybe the bruises that always appear on his face also come from ...

At this time, the security guard of Dibai Bay called and told them that many paparazzi had come outside Dibai Bay.

Mi Chen looked at Li Mojun, his expression was still as usual, came to the stairs indifferently, and walked upstairs step by step.

As if he was still immersed in the role of Jiang Qianfan.

Only Xiao raised his head slightly, "I confirmed with the hospital just now that your mother is in a stable situation and no reporter has bothered her for the time being. The hospital has issued a statement that if any reporter sneaks into the hospital to harass patients, the hospital They will be prosecuted. "

"Thank you." Li Mojun continued to move forward until his figure disappeared at the end of the stairs.

Mi Chen didn't expect that the story would develop like this. She said to Lian Xiao awkwardly, "Mr. Lian, it's already past six o'clock. I'll go back first."

"Go back? Did you go out? Do you think these paparazzi did not do their homework and don't recognize your face? You are here to stay."