Apart from Mu Zechuan, I'm afraid there's no other person in the world who has so much trouble with eating an omelette.
She didn't know what step she made wrong, but she saw Mu Zechuan's eyebrows raised.
Not happy anymore.
"Is salt free?" He finally told the reason for his unhappiness.
Oh, it turned out that she put too much salt, but she didn't remember how much salt she put in. She just put it according to the measuring tool.
She raised her eyes and looked at Mu Zechuan, nit-picking.
Mu Zechuan placed one hand casually on the dining table, and tapped the table alternately with his index and middle fingers. A cold light flashed in his dark eyes: "Come here."
He Jiayin had experience and knew that this was not a good sign, so she subconsciously took a step back.
Mu Zechuan's eyebrows stood up: "Are you deaf or can't you understand people?"
He stood up, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her forward.
There were big blisters where He Jiayin's hand was burned, and Mu Zechuan could see it at a glance.
The corner of his mouth curled up: "Does it hurt?"
He Jiayin blinked in disbelief. Is this man caring about her?
She shook her head, obviously thinking too much.
Mu Zechuan said: "It doesn't hurt at all." He pinched the blister hard.
The burned area hurt even if you didn't touch it, not to mention that he pinched it with such inhumane force?
He Jiayin forcefully shook off Mu Zechuan's hand and bent down while covering his fingers in pain.
Bastard, what an inhumane bastard!
She raised her head and was about to glare at Mu Zechuan, but she felt that her sight was blocked.
When I reached out and wiped it, I realized it was egg liquid.
It turned out that Mu Zechuan put the half-cooked omelette on her head.
He crossed his legs and leaned in the chair, waiting to see He Jiayin's reaction.
Cry! After suffering such great injustice, Mu Zechuan couldn’t believe that this woman didn’t cry!
However, He Jiayin didn't. Her shoulders shook and she raised her head after a long time. Although her face was full of egg liquid and looked funny, her eyes were firmer: "Mu Zechuan, regarding the loan, what did you do last night?
You promised me, you have to keep your word..."
Loan, loan! If He didn't rely on him, would this damn woman not even care about him?
Mu Zechuan lifted up the tablecloth and swept all the dishes on the dining table to the floor. Then he kicked away the chair next to him and turned around to leave the restaurant.
Butler Li put Mu Zechuan into the car and returned to the restaurant. He saw He Jiayin still standing there blankly. Almost all the soup and water on the table had been spilled on her body.
"Young mistress, the young master has ordered you to clean up this place." Butler Li conveyed Mu Zechuan's words.
"Oh." He Jiayin squatted down and began to pick up the broken pieces of porcelain.
Seeing her being so submissive, Butler Li felt a little unbearable: "Young mistress, your hands..."
"It's okay." There was no emotion in He Jiayin's voice.
Housekeeper Li looked at Jiayin lying on the ground cleaning up, and had mixed feelings in her heart. When He Jiayin got married, she saw all the grievances He Jiayin suffered, and thought, this Miss He's eldest daughter, maybe the next day
Crying and shouting to go home!
Unexpectedly, she could persist in this home for a year!
He Jiayin's appearance, family background and education are very suitable for Mu Zechuan. If it hadn't been for that incident, the combination of these two people would have been the envy of everyone. But...
Chapter completed!