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Li Xingyan was taken aback by Ye Musen's question.

It's over, he wrote Ye Musen to death the first time we met, and now he cooked him a bowl of "noodles" on his 28th birthday.

Alas, if I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have made such a fuss. It really is too much to do and make too many mistakes.

Li Xingyan bit his pink lower lip with his white teeth, thinking he had to go back and make it up.

Suddenly something flashed through his mind, he looked at Ye Musen with sparkling eyes, and asked expectantly: "Mr. Ye, how about I make you a 'bad soup'? I just saw it for sale in the supermarket downstairs." .”

The corners of Ye Musen's extremely beautiful lips hooked slightly, and the expression on his face seemed to be somewhere between amused and teasing.

Li Xingyan was not sure what Ye Musen meant. He was worried when he suddenly saw Ye Musen pick up the chopsticks that were lying on the bowl, pick up the noodles and send them to his mouth.

"Let's go cook."

"Oh, yes."

Li Xingyan asked Ye Musen what he wanted to eat when he went grocery shopping just now, but Ye Musen let him watch and cook by himself.

So Li Xingyan followed the cooking habits and tastes of his hometown.

People over there like to eat sauerkraut and red bean soup, and this dish is very appetizing.

Li Xingyan also bought pork ribs and planned to make braised pork ribs.

He poured out all the ribs, only to find that there was a large rib that the man had cut for him, and it had to be cut into at least three pieces before it could be served in the pot.

Li Xingyan rummaged around in the kitchen, wanting to see if Ye Musen's house had a bone chopping knife.

After searching through all the cabinets below, he tiptoed to open the cabinet above his head.

When he drove to the middle one, he saw a handle protruding from the upper layer. The handle was much thicker than ordinary kitchen knives, and it should be a bone chopping knife.

Li Xingyan stretched his arm twice and failed to reach it. He was about to turn around and go out to find something to cushion it with, when he suddenly saw Ye Musen standing by the door with a bowl in his hand.

Ye Musen is nearly 1.9 meters tall, and he can reach it casually.

Li Xingyan looked at Ye Musen, then at the handle of the knife above his head.

But Ye Musen went straight around him, put the noodle bowl on the glazed table in the kitchen, and said very seriously: "You are tall, you can reach it."

Li Xingyan: "..."

When Li Xingyan went out of the restaurant and came in with a chair in his arms, the bone cutter had already been taken down by Ye.

When Ye Musen walked out of the restaurant and passed Li Xingyan by mistake, he still teased with a smile on his eyes: "Is it so difficult to admit that I'm short?"

Li Xingyan felt that laughing at other people's height was a lack of virtue. His dark eyes widened unconsciously, and his tone was not so obedient: "I am 1.7 meters seven, and I am not short. Teacher Ji also praised me for being tall and thin. thin."

Besides, it's all because their cabinets are so high, and so is the office, it's not humane at all.

He was about to feel in his heart and complain about Ye Musen again.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw the bowl on the stage where even the soup had been completely drunk.

Well, for the sake of his respect for this bowl of "noodles", let's not bother with him.

The aroma of food can make people feel happy. Li Xingyan hummed a ditty and leisurely prepared four dishes - braised pork ribs, sauerkraut and red bean soup, vegetarian stir-fried vegetables, and steamed eggs with minced meat.

He put all the dishes on the table, and trotted to the study to ask Ye Musen to eat.

Ye Musen was on the phone, when he heard the knock on the door, he turned his head and gave him a slight nod.

Li Xingyan took off the apron tied around his waist, held a small white porcelain bowl, and filled it with snow-white and soft rice with a spoon.

Ye Musen came out of the study with slow steps, and when he was about one meter away from the table, his steps stopped suddenly.

Li Xingyan looked up strangely, and saw Ye Musen staring at the steaming bowl of sauerkraut and red bean soup on the table without blinking.

The expression on his face was a bit complicated, and Li Xingyan couldn't tell what kind of expression it was.

Ye Musen doesn't like this dish?

"Where are you from?" Ye Musen suddenly asked Li Xingyan.

Li Xingyan's voice was soft, and he answered honestly: "Binchuan County, Yanjiang Village."

When Ye Musen heard the words "Binchuan County", a gloomy and unclear emotion flashed across Ye Musen's eyes.

Ye Musen walked to the table and sat down, and said softly, "Let's eat."

I don't know if it was Li Xingyan's illusion, but since that conversation just now, Ye Musen seems to be surrounded by a low air pressure that cannot be ignored.

Several times he saw Ye Musen's chopsticks subconsciously reaching for the bowl of red bean and sauerkraut soup, but every time when he was about to drop it, he would force himself to take it back.

Li Xingyan was stunned, did he like it or not?

In the quiet restaurant, only the occasional crisp sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding.

Li Xingyan thought that he would suffer from indigestion after this meal, and it would be fine if he could eat his own meal without talking to someone he knew very well.

But the problem was that he was not familiar with Ye Musen at all, and Li Xingyan felt that the atmosphere was awkward.

While sipping his meal, he secretly looked at Ye Musen.

The man on the opposite side who was eating absent-mindedly had a high nose bridge and thin lips, exuding an incomparable ethereal handsomeness all over his body.

The more Li Xingyan read it, the more he felt that Ye Musen looked like a domineering president who came out of a book.

He remembered the standard configuration of the overlord in the novel, and suddenly asked: "Mr. Ye, do you speak eight languages?"

Ye Musen just ate a bowl of noodles, and now he has no appetite. He just tasted every dish and chewed slowly.

He didn't quite understand Li Xingyan's weird question, and he didn't feel like talking, so he asked instead: "The food doesn't suit your appetite?"

Li Xingyan shook his head and chose to shut up.

He wanted to ask Ye Musen just now, "Can you control the lifeblood of the global economy?"

Originally, Li Xingyan thought that even an awkward chat would be much better than the deathly silence now.

But Ye Musen obviously lacked interest and didn't talk at all, so he could only bury his head and eat without saying a word.

The more Li Xingyan ate, the more uncomfortable he felt in someone else's house.