Chapter 142 Didn't Get It?!
He couldn't help swallowing.
Old Man Mu looked at his scared look and smiled slightly, "Change the address here."
""Lin Zekai looked at the old man, feeling like a mouse being played with by a cat, he just wanted to play dead
The old man narrowed his eyes, and before he could speak, Lin Zekai swallowed, nodded and quickly operated on the phone!
“good, good”
Changed the address to here, and changed the contact's phone number to Mr. Butler. Lin Zekai looked at Mr. Mu, who had left in satisfaction, with a bitter face.
Sure enough, Mu Linche asked him directly for something at night.
Lin Zekai said with a guilty conscience, "Young Master, my hand speed is too slow today, so I didn't catch it."
""
Mu Linche stared at him for a long time, until Lin Zekai's cold juice came out.
"Next time if you can't grab it, go to Africa to open up the market!"
"Yes."
Mu Linche is in a bad mood. Recently, Yuan Jingchu has been deliberately avoiding him, and he won't spare him at all. Under this circumstance, Lin Zekai, this useless person, has yet to grab the ingredients!
Should he change his assistant?
Mu Linche was full of cold air and returned to the community, but was stunned when he opened the door.
There was a small box of things on the ground. When I opened it, it was the dishes and snacks that Yuan Jingchu made in the live broadcast today.
Mu Linche's originally cold eyes softened immediately, he picked up the box, glanced at the closed door of Yuan Jingchu, and smiled.
His cooking skills are not very good, but watching the recorded video of Yuan Jingchu's cooking is actually not that difficult.
But this time, he burned his hand and knocked on Yuan Jingchu's door.
Yuan Jingchu didn't want to open the door at first, but they rescued her last night and sent her back in the morning. Moreover, he heard that he just wanted to fry radish balls, but it burned his hand.
Or open the door to let him in.
Mu Linche still smiled very softly, as if he was not the one who was so tough at the elevator that night.
Yuan Jingchu looked at his red and swollen hands that were almost bubbling, frowned, and hurriedly pulled him into the kitchen, boiling water to let him wash the wound first.
"Quiet Beginning"
Mu Linche spoke slowly, Yuan Jingchu held his hand and didn't look up at him.
"what?"
"I like you very much." Mu Linche said slowly, watching Yuan Jingchu's ears redden quickly because of these words, her mood was flying high.
He felt that this emotion was unfamiliar, but he liked it very much and was looking forward to it.
Yuan Jingchu raised his head, glared at him, and let go of his hand, "Go on your own!"
I went out to get the medicine box by myself, and said, "I don't understand any common sense. If the scald is not too serious, just flush it with cold water and it will relieve a lot. You said that there is no medicine, you have to come to me later. Maybe it will really grow blisters.”
She kept nagging, but Mu Linche didn't even feel the discussion. Even he himself was surprised. Usually, he was the most impatient to listen to other people's speech. Except for Mr. Mu's words, he didn't listen to anyone's nagging. .
After reading it almost, Yuan Jingchu walked over and grabbed his hand, frowning, "Sure enough, there are blisters."
He couldn't help but glared at him again, "How can you fry something so hot?"
Mu Linche didn't answer either, she just smiled, watching her hand being grasped by her fair-skinned hands that were much smaller than his, feeling inexplicably
Quite pleasing to the eye.