Going around from Feng Nai's back, he pressed his wrist.
Feng Nai, who was still chopping vegetables, stopped and glanced towards Mo Bei.
The housekeeper's eyes even shook a little.
After all, he never imagined that one day someone would dare to wrap the young master's waist lightly and teach him how to use a knife.
This kind of thing, if others do it, will indeed seem very abrupt.
But in Mo Bei's place, there is no sense of disobedience.
In addition to being handsome, she also has an indescribable aura.
Even when cooking, the eyes are lowered, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the side face is clear: "Use your knuckles to press it, and it will look good when you cut it out."
Of course, Feng Nai could feel the breath coming from her when she spoke, and she rolled her peachy eyes, and asked pretending not to understand: "Is that so?"
Mo Bei moved a little closer, his fingertips pressed against his, his eyes lightened: "Move up."
"What about now?" When Feng Nai looked sideways, his head could touch hers, and he left with a light touch.
Mo Bei's attention was focused on the blade: "Get out of the way, don't hurt your hands."
"Okay." Feng Nai looked at the boy's cold side face, and the smile overflowing from his eyes was obvious.
It's like adding ice cubes to Coke, just shake it lightly, and it will be full of bubbles.
The housekeeper didn't know what to say anymore.
In his impression, the young master has always been indifferent to strangers.
Why, once in front of Young Master Mo, it's like a different person!
The light in the morning is always bright and soft, and when it shines on the two teenagers who are standing in the kitchen and cutting vegetables together, the corners of the mouths of those who watch it will rise inexplicably.
Braised eggplant is just a daily dish for Mo Bei, and it will be ready soon.
With Feng Nai today, the time efficiency plummeted.
The chef also admired Young Master Mo for being so patient. If it were someone else, he would just cut vegetables and wipe his hands. He should have been able to tell that the young master is not suitable for the kitchen at all.
Mo Shao really has no choice for the young master.
Just follow this posture.
It will definitely not be easy for the young master to make friends in the future.
After all, it is indeed difficult to find another one who dotes on the young master like Young Master Mo.
A meal for two does not require a lot of cooking.
A braised eggplant, a fried pork with garlic sprouts, served with three shredded cold salad made by Mo Bei, when eaten with rice, the teeth are fragrant.
After dinner, Feng Nai wanted to drag Mo Bei out.
After being stared at by Mo Bei and drinking a glass of warm water, he smiled lowly: "This little brother, who cares more than my mother, does he want to be someone for me?"
Mo Bei ignored his teasing, and said to the butler, "Uncle Wang, please give me a scarf."
"Wait a minute." Uncle Wang smiled, and soon, a cotton scarf was brought over.
Mo Bei took it, but instead of wrapping it around himself, he wrapped it twice around Feng Nai's neck, who was wearing a black windbreaker.
Uncle Wang watched silently from the side, the young master never liked wearing these, especially this scarf was still dark red, he would definitely reach out and tear it off in normal times.
But today, he was surprisingly obedient.
The young master who only drank ice water did not object to warm water.
He is tall and tall, with his head slightly lowered for Mo Shao to wear a scarf, which is even more rare to see.
Obviously, her temperament has not changed, and she is evil and sycophantic, as if no one can get close to her.
This can be seen in his casual stance.
But at that moment when he lowered his eyes, people melted into his eyes...
(end of this chapter)