As soon as she entered the house, Mu Yue went straight to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and then turned to look at Mu Chen: "Are there any dietary restrictions?"
Mu Chen shook his head, walked slowly to the kitchen, and came to Mu Yue: "No."
"Okay," Mu Yue turned her head to look at the refrigerator, thought for a while, and decided to make some century egg and lean meat porridge, and pair it with soy milk and small fried dough sticks.
It’s just past five o’clock, so we can’t eat too well. This is enough.
After making the decision, Mu Yue took out the lean pork and the preserved eggs she made from the refrigerator and began to cut them into small pieces with a knife on the chopping board.
Mu Chen stood beside her, looking at Mu Yue tenderly: "What do I need?"
Mu Yue held a knife in one hand, turned to look at him, thought for a moment, and without being polite, put down the knife, opened the cabinet next to him, took out a pound of soybeans, and asked him to grind them in the soy milk maker next to him.
By the time Mu Yue prepared the ingredients, Muchen's soy milk was ready to drink.
Then, Mu Chen took the cup next to him, poured a cup for Mu Yue, and placed it in front of Mu Yue.
Mu Yue was preparing to cook porridge in a clay pot. Just as she turned on the fire, she saw Mu Chen bringing a cup of soy milk out of the corner of her eye.
I didn't hesitate, took it sideways and took a sip, then told him to go and rest nearby while I went about my business.
Mu Chen agreed, but did not move.
Mu Yue didn't notice it either, and was concentrating on doing her own thing.
It wasn't until Mu Yue finished and was about to start frying dough sticks that she saw Mu Chen standing beside her. She was a little puzzled: "Why aren't you doing it?"
Mu Chen shook his head: "Let's do it here."
"Okay." Mu Yue was puzzled as to why the other party liked to stand at the kitchen door, but she didn't ask too much.
Turn on the fire, pour in oil, heat the oil, and add the fried dough sticks.
Then roll the dough sticks back and forth from time to time until they are fully cooked, then pick them up and set them aside to control the oil.
There were two of them, and Mu Yue didn't make many. After making about ten, he stopped.
The porridge next to it was also cooked, so Mu Yue served it up and asked Mu Chen to take it out. She then put the fried dough sticks on a plate and took it out.
As for the finishing work in the kitchen, Mu Yue didn't plan to do it. She would let Qiao Yan take care of it later, focusing on taking care of the food but not the burial.
When Mu Yue came out with the fried dough sticks, she saw that Muchen had already moved the chair and was standing aside, waiting for her quietly.
Seeing this, Mu Yue's eyes were filled with warmth: What kind of man is this? So good! He just doesn't talk much.
Mu Yue walked over, put the things on the table and sat down.
Mu Chen sat down only after seeing Mu Yue sit down. He then handed the chopsticks to her and only started eating after seeing Mu Yue take a bite.
Mu Chen drank the porridge, his eyes full of satisfaction. He took a few sips, glanced at Mu Yue, took a few sips, and glanced at her.
Only after he finished drinking it all did he say, "It tastes great."
Mu Yue smiled at Muchen and said, "If it tastes good, drink some more. There's more in the pot."
Muchen felt a little embarrassed and pursed his lips, but he was still a little greedy in his heart. In the end, he couldn't help it and got up and went to the kitchen.
Mu Yue laughed silently behind her: So cute~
The two of them finished their food in silence. Mu Yue looked at Mu Chen, who looked a little full and uncomfortable, and said helplessly: "Don't you know how much you usually eat?"
Mu Chen lowered his head and said dejectedly: "You made it so delicious that I couldn't help it."
Although what I cook is indeed delicious, I can’t let myself get sick from eating too much, Mu Yue complained in her heart.
[Host, haven't you done something like this before?]
When Mu Yue heard the system come out to slap her in the face, her face suddenly darkened: "Huh! You're the only one who knows!"
Mu Yue was thinking about the digestive tablets she had bought before, so she asked Mu Chen to wait a moment while she went to get the medicine.
As she entered the house, Mu Yue took out a digestive tablet from her backpack, handed it to Muchen, and asked him to take it.
Mu Chen didn't dare to look at Mu Yue's unhappy face, and took it and ate it obediently.
Within two minutes, the uncomfortable feeling disappeared.
Muchen felt his own situation, and a complicated look appeared in his eyes. He looked at Mu Yue and said, "Don't take out this medicine easily."
Mu Yue pouted: "It's not a rare thing, it's sold in pharmacies."
But I thought in my heart: Bullshit, it’s not sold in the pharmacy. If I didn’t see you feeling so uncomfortable eating the food I cooked, I wouldn’t want to give it to you!
Mu Chen nodded and didn't delve into it any further.
Seeing that the sky was getting brighter, Mu Chen said goodbye: "It's getting late, I'm going back first, you rest first, I'll come to see you in the evening."
Mu Yue nodded: "Okay."
Then he opened the door and saw that Mu Chen had gradually disappeared. Then he ran to his villa and took the time to take a shower and go to bed.
When I woke up, it was already four or five in the afternoon.
I went downstairs decisively to find food.
After having a simple meal, Mu Yue planned to prepare some barbecue at home first, so as to avoid having to cook until dawn tonight like yesterday.
The further we go, the fewer people there are. If most of the people yesterday were not old customers, I might not be able to sell all 7,000 skewers.
Mu Yue did it right away and called Qiao Da and Qiao Er to help her set up the barbecue grill.
I was grilling it while they were skewering it.
This went on until around eight or nine o'clock. Mu Yue let them have dinner and then rest.
Then, Mu Yue started working alone.
The more he worked, the more unhappy Mu Yue felt. "System, it's not good to have it always be like this. I'm dying of exhaustion!"
The gourmet system saw that Mu Yue's hands were cramping these two days when she was grilling, and the chip, which was calm, was also slightly hot, which made him feel a little distressed.
So the food system searched through its own mall and saw something useful.
[Host, there is a skill that allows batch production with one click. It requires a happiness index of 5000. The host can purchase it!]
"Five thousand??? It's a robbery!"
[Host, this is the price set by the main system, and this skill can be used permanently. All in all, it's very cheap.]
Mu Yue silently scratched his fingers and calculated that he had actually made a lot of money this time, and it was permanent. If there was still such a large amount to use later, it was indeed a good deal. However, when he thought about losing so much happiness index at once, Mu Yue felt his heart bleeding.
Mu Yue looked at the skill and gritted her teeth: "System, buy it!"
[Ding, 5000 happiness points have been deducted from the host. Purchase skill: One-click batch operation.]
After saying that, Mu Yue felt a ball of white light appear in front of her eyes, and then it drilled into her brain.
Then a surge of power surged out of Mu Yue's hands, and another transparent light board appeared in front of him: It has been detected that barbecue is currently being made. Do you want to choose one-click batch production: Yes (one-click production of 200), No.
Mu Yue silently focused her consciousness on the 'yes' option. The next second, two hundred skewers of barbecue automatically appeared on the grill, flipping back and forth automatically. When they were ready to be eaten, they appeared in the fresh-keeping box next to them.
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