Lu Zhishan couldn't be more excited, but at this time, Xiangsheng couldn't say anything. He walked over and sat down without saying a word, and watched Mu Nanzhi take out a piece of food from the food box as if he was offering a treasure. A plate of pickles, a plate of fried green bamboo shoots, a plate of cold shredded chicken, and a plate of spring rolls. Then she opened another food box, which contained a medium-sized casserole. Mu Nanzhi reached out to pick it up, but was stopped by the deer. Zhishan stopped her, and Lu Zhishan pushed her to sit down, and then took out the casserole from inside.
"This is mushroom and lean meat porridge," Mu Nanzhi explained to Lu Zhishan as he opened the casserole. "I was going to make whitebait and water shield soup for you, but it was too laborious. I can only choose a simple one for my first time cooking. Let’s start with it. I’ll do it for you later when I get started.”
Lu Zhishan smelled the fragrance of rice in the air, and when he heard what Mu Nanzhi said, he was startled: "You did it all?"
"That's not all. I cut the meat into cubes, and Song Fu and Jixiang helped with the rest." Mu Nanzhi looked at Lu Zhishan's reaction, a little embarrassed, but also a little proud. Then he pointed to the other dishes on the table and introduced to Lu Zhishan, "But I shredded the chicken. Don't think it's easy. It's actually quite troublesome. I cut the cucumbers in the spring rolls. I cut them very neatly." Oh, even Song Fu praised me for my knife skills. Cousin, you must take a good look when you are eating... Oh!"
Before she finished speaking, Mu Nanzhi was pulled into Lu Zhishan's arms. The man grabbed her hand and kissed her hard several times while saying, "Thank you, daughter-in-law."
"Cousin, don't be like this," Lu Zhishan's reaction made Mu Nanzhi feel uncomfortable. She whispered, "I know that other people's wives serve their husbands three meals a day. That means you take me I’m used to not touching Yang Chun Shui.”
"Then from now on, Nannan will continue to stay away from Yangchun Shui, okay?" Lu Zhishan looked at Mu Nanzhi and said seriously.
Mu Nanzhi was startled and whispered: "Cousin, you don't like to eat the rice I cook? But you haven't tasted it yet. I just ate a spring roll secretly, and it tasted okay. Cousin, you..."
"Nanny, that's not what I meant," Lu Zhishan stopped Mu Nanzhi's words and leaned over to kiss Mu Nanzhi's white and tender hands, "Nanny, I like your hands very much. I like them. I like these hands to dance the soft whip flexibly, I like these hands to hold the whip to beat the horse, I like these hands to hold the bamboo pole and beat the jujubes with great force, I also like these hands to be held by me like this, nanny, this is enough."
"But... But what if I want to cook for you?" Mu Nanzhi knew that Lu Zhishan felt sorry for her, and his heart was filled with sweetness and hesitation, "Cousin, when I prepared breakfast for you just now, I was actually quite happy."
"Then we're not allowed to make breakfast," Lu Zhishan said. Seeing Mu Nanzhi's expression not looking good, he paused and then said, "Then you can cook longevity noodles for me once a year."
"That's it?" Mu Nanzhi still muttered. When she was making breakfast just now, she was still full of enthusiasm, thinking that she must become a chef, but Lu Zhishan poured cold water on her.
"That's it," Lu Zhishan said. Seeing that Mu Nanzhi was still protesting, Lu Zhishan immediately added, "If you dare to bargain again, you won't even be allowed to enter the kitchen in the future."
"I know, I know!" Mu Nanzhi responded impatiently, while muttering in a low voice, "Tyrant!"