Chapter 1664 - 1664: The feeling of being clumsy
He Is Warmer Than Time
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The price of the house that she had bought previously had already risen sharply. If she sold it, she could double the price. She felt that she could put it aside for a while.
She was different from people like Liu Xin. She learned humbly from the people around her, from song ranâs investment experience, from director SUâs directing experience, and also from Tang Ji âanâs long-term vision. On the other hand. DeoDle like Liu Xin thought highlv of themselves and belittled women in order to elevate themselves. In reality, they were the ones who were strong on the outside but weak on the inside.
Other than investing, mu Mian also learned how to cook from aunt Lin.
She wanted to give Auntie Lin more time off so that she could make a wonderful dinner for the man she loved.
When she really started learning, she realized that cooking was harder than acting, and it was harder than investing.
Because it was summer, she was wearing a sleeveless dress. After cooking dinner, her arm was scalded by oil and had many red spots.
Aunt Linâs heart ached. Mianmian, if you canât do it, then forget it. What do you think? â Ji âanâs heart would ache if he saw this.â
Mu Mian didnât mind. itâs just that weâve grown familiar with each other once.
Ji âan can cook for me. Why canât I cook for Jit an? â
Auntie Lin was pleased. Ji âan had found a good wife.
Not only was mu Mian beautiful, but she was also humble and hardworking. She was also low-key and polite. Compared to the daughter-in-law of the bossâs family, she was many times better. She was also much easier to get along with than the daughters-in-law of Ji âanâs two uncles. Jiâ an was blessed.
In the evening, vice-director Tang returned home. He smelled the fragrance of the food and saw the back of the person who was still busy in the kitchen.
He suddenly felt a sense of belonging.
This sense of belonging was something he had yearned for the most in his life, but had not been able to get for many years.
He stood at the kitchen door and leaned against the door frame, watching her back.
She was a little clumsy as she cracked two eggs, beat them evenly, and then poured them into the pot.
Egg flower inflationll It was swollen. She panicked and quickly pressed it down with a spoon to prevent it from overflowing.
He chuckled. Mu Mian heard his voice and turned around.âYouâre back.â âDid you cook dinner tonight?â he asked.
She was still flustered. yes, aunt Lin taught me. The last dish was tomato egg soup. I thought I could handle it myself, so she went home.
He was still leaning against the door frame, and for the first time, he felt that this kitchen was warm.
It was six O âclock in July, and the sun was still shining brightly outside. The greenery outside the kitchen window was overflowing.
She was wearing an apron and her hair was tied into a ponytail. Two strands of hair fell down and covered the side of her face.
He could see that her forehead was big.ll She was sweating profusely, and her face was red. She was becoming more and more beautiful, beautiful and full of energy.
His heart couldnât help but be excited.
The affectation in the first few decades of his life seemed to have become a disease-free Gu.ll Groan.
Thatâs right, life is so beautiful. You havenât met the flowers of your life yet, so you shouldnât be dispirited so early.
She hurriedly poured the soup into a big bowl with blue edges and a white base. The hot soup splashed on her face. She screamed and he quickly walked over.
âAre you alright?â
Mu Mian held a spoon in her hand and said indifferently, â âItâs fine, itâs fine,â
Only then did he see that there were many red spots on her bare arms. It was obvious that they were left behind because of this dinner. He took her hand and walked out of the kitchen.
âIâm really fine.â
He pressed her down on the sofa, then turned to the cabinet and took out a first aid kit. He rummaged through it and found a Yunnan Baiyao, then returned to her side.