"I know, I know!" Mu Nanzhi responded impatiently, while muttering in a low voice, "Tyrant!"
Lu Zhishan heard this, but didn't say anything. He just pressed Mu Nanzhi and kissed him on the soft couch for a long time before he was willing to let go of Mu Nanzhi. Mu Nanzhi immediately jumped down from the soft couch and blushed. He sat across from me with a stern face, and while serving Lu Zhishan rice, he whispered: "You should cherish it a little. If I don't make breakfast for you in the future, it will only be good or bad."
Lu Zhishan took a mouthful of lean mushroom porridge and suddenly looked up at Mu Nanzhi.
Mu Nanzhi felt nervous: "What's wrong? Does it taste bad?"
Lu Zhishan shook his head.
"Or did you add too much salt?" Mu Nanzhi muttered with an annoyed look on his face, "If I had known earlier, I would have asked Song Fu to add salt. I knew that if I came to add it, I would definitely add too much..."
"Nannan," Lu Zhishan cut off Mu Nanzhi's mumbling, stretched out his hand to hold Mu Nanzhi's hand, and said seriously, "I regret it a little bit."
Mu Nanzhi looked confused: "What do you regret?"
"I regret what I just said," Lu Zhishan suddenly smiled, "The porridge made by my daughter is so delicious. I really want to eat it every day."
"Bah! There's no point in regretting it. I won't cook it for you. This is the meal we agreed upon," Mu Nanzhi also laughed. Now he felt relieved and took a sip of the lean mushroom porridge. , the fragrant porridge slid into his throat, Mu Nanzhi looked at Lu Zhishan with a look of enjoyment, "If you want to drink from now on, you have to beg me."
Lu Zhishan said with a smile: "How do you ask? Kneel down and call the queen?"
"Who wants you to kneel down?" Mu Nanzhi's cheeks turned red suddenly. He picked up a spring roll and put it on the plate in front of Lu Zhishan, and whispered, "You have to kiss me ten times."
Lu Zhishan smiled even bigger, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes became more numerous than before: "Is it that simple?"
"Then one hundred people," Mu Nanzhi was not polite to Lu Zhishan. Looking at Lu Zhishan's expression, he immediately blushed and added, "You are not allowed to kiss on the mouth."
"Okay," Lu Zhishan nodded hastily in agreement, "I never pick on my calves, neck, ears... ugh!"
The next second, a spring roll was stuffed sideways into Lu Zhishan's mouth.
Mu Nanzhi frowned: "Hurry up and eat your food! You are the only one who talks a lot!"
Lu Zhishan struggled to eat the spring roll that was placed sideways, and said casually: "As soon as you eat it, you will know that these spring rolls are auspicious fried ones."
Mu Nanzhi has liked spring rolls since she was a child. Although spring rolls are a home-cooked snack, the more homely they are, the harder it is to make them great. So Jixiang has also worked hard in this area. The spring rolls she made are crispy on the outside and delicious on the inside. Today We are making shrimp spring rolls again, which emphasize freshness and deliciousness. Lu Zhishan and Mu Nanzhi both like to eat them on weekdays, so Jixiang made more today.
"Yes, I like to eat Jixiang's fried spring rolls the most," Mu Nanzhi said as he picked up a chopstick of spring rolls and dipped them in the sauce, "I'm not bragging, the chef's craftsmanship is not as good as our Jixiang's."
"That's the truth," Lu Zhishan nodded and said with emotion, "Ji Xiang really loves you. One time when you were taking a nap, in the dog days of summer, she was bored in the kitchen making snacks for you. I went over to take a look and made some snacks for you. They are all your favorite foods. I complimented her on her cooking skills casually, but she just shook her head and said that she can also make these few foods you like, and she is not bad at other things. It shows how much she cares about you. "