"If the general doesn't believe it, then there's nothing I can do about it," Old Xu said with a smile, "otherwise, the old slave will call the cook to the general, so the general can verify it in person, okay?"
"Okay, call someone over, I really want to ask." Mu Nanshan was really curious and ate another spoonful of crab roe tofu.
"Yes, old slave, let's go now." Old Xu turned around happily. Mu Nanshan was busy in the study all day long. He couldn't bear to look at it. It was rare that Mu Nanshan was in the mood today, and he was also happy that Mu Nanshan was in the mood. To have this leisurely mind.
After Lao Xu left, Mu Nanshan swept away all the dishes and bowls on the small table. He even ate one more bowl of rice than usual. Looking at the empty dishes and bowls on the table, Mu Nanshan felt that I was just starving to death, and at the same time I secretly lamented that this cook's skills were really amazing. She probably had to work on the stove for decades to develop such good skills, right
At that moment, Mu Nanshan was envious of the cook's husband and the child. They were so blessed.
He had never eaten food cooked by his mother, not even a cup of milk tea. Lu Minglan had never made it for him. Even though he had been so eager to taste the soup cooked by his mother, Mu Nanshan thought of the hurried guard in the morning. I hurriedly sent over the letter, and my eyes couldn't help but darken.
Counting the time, Lu Minglan might have given birth to Mu Yuante's child.
This is not the first time she has been a mother, but it must be the first time she has enjoyed being a mother, right
Will she make soup for the child herself
It will.
That was the child she was looking forward to and who she would love and care for with all her heart.
Unlike him and the eldest sister, they were born with a mistake.
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Mu Nanshan touched his lips sarcastically, reached for the teapot, and slowly poured himself a cup of lotus heart tea.
"My slave... I have met the General."
Before taking a sip of tea, Mu Nanshan heard the sound of the door opening, and then the timid voice of the girl's house. Mu Nanshan put down the tea bowl and looked at the embarrassed girl kneeling in front of him in surprise.
"Who are you?" Mu Nanshan looked at the girl with her head lowered and frowned.
"Didn't the general want to see the slave?" The girl raised her head and looked at Mu Nanshan with a confused look on her face. Then her cheeks turned red and she murmured in a low voice, "I knew Butler Xu must be teasing me. With such an identity as the general, How come you meet me, a rough girl..."
Mu Nanshan looked at her fair cheeks, raised eyebrows, and rolled-up sleeves, and was suddenly startled: "Are you... the new cook?"
"Yes, General Qi, your servant Chun Ya is the new cook," the girl said with surprise and joy after hearing Mu Nanshan's words, "The housekeeper just said that the general appreciated the servant's craftsmanship and wanted to reward the servant. "
Mu Nanshan looked at her clear eyes and clean face and couldn't help but smile: "I want to reward you, but you have to answer me a question first."
"General, just ask!" Chun Ya said with narrowed eyes, thinking about how much reward she could get, not to mention how happy she was.
"How do you make this crab roe tofu?" Mu Nanshan asked.
"This..." Chunya's cheerful face suddenly froze. She muttered, scratched her head, and after a long time she looked pitifully at Mu Nanshan and whispered, "General, this is a slave's family tradition. The secret recipe, my mother has told me, is to be passed down from female to male, slave... I cannot tell the general, please forgive me."
Mu Nanshan was amused by her expression: "What's wrong? You don't want the reward anymore?"
Chun Ya pursed her lips, obviously suffering a lot, and still looked at Mu Nanshan with a slumped look for a long time: "Forget it, I just think of it as saving money for the general."