Indeed, no one dared to bother.
Even Feng Nai wanted Mo Bei to teach him how to cook.
The housekeeper standing by didn't seem to hear it.
Not to mention the turmoil in the heart of the head chef of the Feng family.
On the contrary, Mo Bei raised his eyebrows: "Cooking?"
Feng Nai let out a "hmm", playing with an eggplant in his hand, as if to cut it: "After my parents divorce, I will be hungry, I will always know one or two special dishes."
With such a posture, Mo Bei couldn't see his expression clearly.
When the housekeeper said that Mrs. Feng was the only one who came back.
His head was lowered, his black hair covered his eyes, and he didn't even have a smile.
Mo Bei reached out, grabbed his wrist, and put his hand under the faucet: "The eggplant must be washed and peeled first."
Feng Nai watched her movements, and where Mo Bei couldn't see, he bent his eyes and smiled.
Sure enough, pretending to be pitiful is most useful in front of a certain "little brother".
"Be careful not to cut your own hand with the knife." Mo Bei's fingertips touched the back of Feng Nai's hand: "You don't need to be so strong when peeling the skin."
"Okay." Feng Nai responded lazily, without much improvement in his hands.
Mo Bei glanced sideways, and pulled out a peeler from the kitchen utensil shelf next to him: "Use it to peel."
Feng Nai took it over, and it was much easier to peel the skin, but there was less physical contact, which made him squint his eyes, not very happy.
Mo Bei could see his low pressure. After all, it is conceivable that a person who has never touched the sun with his fingers, standing in the kitchen like this, is still not good for him, and he will definitely be a little impatient.
Looking at his side face, she didn't have many coaxing skills, so she said, "Where are we going after dinner?"
"Huh?" Feng Nai was still thinking about how to have more physical contact. After hearing this sentence, the corners of his mouth were raised obviously: "Where is it going?"
Mo Bei looked away, and his voice was light: "Didn't the captain ask me to be a servant for a day? Only at home?"
"Of course not." Feng Nai said slowly, "We'll wait until you can really teach me how to cook."
Mo Bei glanced down at the eggplant that had been peeled: "Then let's make braised eggplant. Both you and Nailin like to eat it, and it's easy to cut."
"Yeah." Feng Nai didn't care what to do, as long as this person stood within his reach and let him see it.
In fact, Mo Bei still overestimated everyone's cooking skills.
What she thought was "good cut" was very different from what Feng Nai thought.
The tomato side dish of braised eggplant is solved quickly.
It's just that Feng Nai frowned slightly the whole time, wiping his hands after cutting a knife.
The butler watched from the side and silently prepared the paper drawer.
After all, the young master's obsession with cleanliness is obvious to all.
In the past, the young master would not even take a look at places like the kitchen.
In his words, there are many bacteria.
Why bother standing there now, embarrassing yourself
He really didn't understand what the young master was thinking.
Feng Nai also regretted a little, what was wrong with learning, but learning to cook, shouldn't he choose better from cycling and swimming, otherwise there would be no physical contact, his brain would be useless for too long, even how to calculate a certain little girl My brother forgot.
One can imagine what Bai Lianhua's mentality is like.
Although that handsome and sinister face was still casual, her thin lips were slightly pursed.
After Mo Bei took his micro-expression into his eyes, he looked at the uneven layers of eggplants under him, and suddenly raised his hand...
(end of this chapter)