"I didn't cook."

CEN Muqi hugs people in his arms, closes the door, and then walks in. Ji Naitang puts on his disbelief and hums: "you didn't cook, you dance square dance with a spatula in your apron?"

"I just started. The chef is not me. I'm just an apprentice."

"The chef is..." Ji Naitang said that when he saw the people walking out of the kitchen, he immediately widened his eyes. He even doubted that he was too busy recently, so he had hallucinations.

Feng Yan put the dish in his hand on the table, then glanced at both of them and said to Cen Muqi, "I'll let you take a bottle of beer. What about beer?"

CEN Muqi quickly released the hand on Ji Naitang's waist, then ran to the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator, and took a bottle of beer out, leading the kitchen.

Now only Feng Yan and Ji Naitang are left in the living room. Ji Naitang can't help but swallow his mouth, feeling that he can't cope with the situation.

Finally, Feng Yan first broke the silence: "there is the last dish, and you can have dinner immediately. Remember to wash your hands before meals." That's all she said in the kitchen.

Ji Naitang stupidly froze in the same place for a long time and didn't respond to what this sentence really means. In the cen family before that time, although Feng Yan was relaxed, he did not show much joy, so he really couldn't figure out why she would appear in his house today!

Yes, since the incident of Qiu Nanshu, Ji Naitang has been living in his small apartment with two bedrooms and one living room, and Cen Muqi has moved here.

In a daze, he changed his shoes and washed his hands. Then he saw that there were already five dishes and one soup on the table. They were stewed chicken soup, minced garlic vermicelli shrimp, fried meat, mushroom and green vegetables, pepper and salt potatoes, fried celery. There were meat and vegetables, which looked good and smelled good.

"Here comes the beer duck." Cen Muqi brought up the beer duck that had just come out of the pot, and told Ji Naitang, who was stunned there, "honey, don't stand silly and get the dishes and chopsticks."

"Ah Good. " Ji Naitang returns to his senses and goes to the kitchen to get the dishes and chopsticks. However, when he comes to the kitchen door, he just meets Feng Yan who is ready to come out. The two of them go to the right and left at the same time. For a moment, they can't let go.

Feng Yan some helpless: "you go first."

"No, no, No Ji Naitang, who dares to pass first, quickly stands aside, "madam, you go first, please."

After Feng Yan went out, he was relieved. He went into the kitchen and took out three people's bowls and chopsticks. Considering the chicken soup, he also took a big spoon and three small spoons.

Three people sat at the table, the atmosphere was a little low. Cen Muqi looked around and couldn't help laughing and said: "my family has a meal. Why are you so silent? Come on, mom, you've been working hard tonight. First of all, have a bowl of chicken soup."

He put a bowl of chicken soup in front of Feng Yan, then gave a bowl to Ji Naitang and said, "honey, my mother's chicken soup is the best chicken soup I've ever drunk. You have a good taste. Have a taste."

Ji Naitang was plagued by Cen Muqi's cooking skills for a while, so he doubted his mother's cooking skills for a while, but the doubts returned to doubt. It was rare that Feng Yan was willing to come to cook. Even if it was hard to drink, he would have to drink it.

He took a spoonful and tasted it. When he entered the restaurant, his eyes flashed with surprise. After swallowing, he exclaimed, "good drink, madam. I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking."

This is true. Feng Yan's cooking is really good, but it's a pity that Cen Muqi didn't inherit half of it. Feng Yan didn't have much expression on his face. He lowered his head to drink the soup. After drinking a few mouthfuls, he said unintentionally, "don't call any lady in the future."

"Ah? Then what am I calling? " Ji Naitang subconsciously asked a sentence, CEN Muqi couldn't help laughing, coughing and saying: "my husband sings, my husband follows me."