She admired Mu Chengfeng so much, but he didn't even drink it and gave the coffee to Ning Yazhi. It's no wonder Fan Li wasn't disappointed.
"Fan Li, come here and I'll teach you how to make coffee."
Fan Li reluctantly glanced at Mu Chengfeng again, and then hesitantly followed Ning Yazhi.
In the kitchen, Fan Li's depressed look was noticed by Ning Yazhi. She was still concerned about the coffee being drunk by herself, so she smiled: "Mr. Mu doesn't like coffee that is too sweet."
"Too sweet?" Fan Li blinked her eyes in confusion, her expression was very cute.
Ning Yazhi smiled and repeated it in Dutch, and then Fan Li understood.
In fact, Mu Chengfeng only spends one month here a year. Fan Li actually doesn't know this man at all. She thinks that he has helped their mother and daughter, and treats him as a god. She thinks that he is the best in the world.
Good people.
If I had time to get to know her more deeply, I would definitely avoid him just like I did.
Ning Yazhi demonstrated the process of brewing coffee. Mu Chengfeng never liked cooked coffee beans, so there would be roasters everywhere, freshly roasted coffee beans, then ground into powder, and then brewed into coffee. His taste
She is also very picky and dislikes too much milk and sugar.
So, Ning Yazhi told Fan Li that as long as a small spoonful of milk and a lump of sugar were added, the taste would be just right and he would definitely not be able to put it down.
Fan Li looked at her with expectant eyes: "Sir, do you really like this drink?"
Ning Yazhi smiled and said, "You'll know after you bring it over." She also made a cup for herself, and they each brought a cup over.
This time, Mu Chengfeng smelled the perfect aroma of the coffee, then took it and drank it elegantly.
Fan Li was overjoyed and gave Ning Yazhi a bright smile before taking away the coffee she had just brewed.
Ning Yazhi couldn't help but laugh. She was very satisfied with the coffee she made. After drinking it, she still felt tired. There were indeed too many things that happened tonight. It had never been so intense. The pain of falling down the stairs was still there.
Then, she couldn't help but press the painful part hard.
Mu Chengfeng happened to see her fidgeting, and a soft look appeared on his handsome face: "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"
"Uh..." Ning Yazhi noticed that his dark eyes were staring at her, and her face heated up, "No."
"Are you injured? Did you hit it somewhere? Why didn't you say anything just now?" He put down his laptop, sat next to her, and found that she kept pressing her waist: "Did you hit your waist?"
As he spoke, he reached out and pressed the position she pressed: "Here?"
Ning Yazhi hummed slightly, feeling a little sore, but not very serious: "It's not a bruise. I just fell down the stairs and probably hurt my waist."
He frowned: "You rolled down the stairs? When did it happen?" His originally gentle expression suddenly turned cold, as if something serious had happened.
Ning Ya was annoyed, and she promised Fan Li not to say anything about it, but she accidentally said it anyway: "I fell accidentally, don't look at me with that look, it really was me who fell accidentally.
"
He looked at her quietly, his expression softening a bit, "Be more careful next time." After a pause, he shook his head: "You always make me worry like this, can you be more careful?"
His voice contained a slightly distressed sigh, and his hand gently pressed her painful part. She admired Mu Chengfeng so much, but he didn't even drink it and gave the coffee to Ning Yazhi. It's no wonder Fan Li wasn't disappointed.
"Fan Li, come here and I'll teach you how to make coffee."
Fan Li reluctantly glanced at Mu Chengfeng again, and then hesitantly followed Ning Yazhi.
In the kitchen, Fan Li's depressed look was noticed by Ning Yazhi. She was still concerned about the coffee being drunk by herself, so she smiled: "Mr. Mu doesn't like coffee that is too sweet."
"Too sweet?" Fan Li blinked her eyes in confusion, her expression was very cute.
Ning Yazhi smiled and repeated it in Dutch, and then Fan Li understood.
In fact, Mu Chengfeng only spends one month here a year. Fan Li actually doesn't know this man at all. She thinks that he has helped their mother and daughter, and treats him as a god. She thinks that he is the best in the world.
Good people.
If I had time to get to know her more deeply, I would definitely avoid him just like I did.
Ning Yazhi demonstrated the process of brewing coffee. Mu Chengfeng never liked cooked coffee beans, so there would be roasters everywhere, freshly roasted coffee beans, then ground into powder, and then brewed into coffee. His taste
She is also very picky and dislikes too much milk and sugar.
So, Ning Yazhi told Fan Li that as long as a small spoonful of milk and a lump of sugar were added, the taste would be just right and he would definitely not be able to put it down.
Fan Li looked at her with expectant eyes: "Sir, do you really like this drink?"
Ning Yazhi smiled and said, "You'll know after you bring it over." She also made a cup for herself, and they each brought a cup over.
This time, Mu Chengfeng smelled the perfect aroma of the coffee, then took it and drank it elegantly.
Fan Li was overjoyed and gave Ning Yazhi a bright smile before taking away the coffee she had just brewed.
Ning Yazhi couldn't help but laugh. She was very satisfied with the coffee she made. After drinking it, she still felt tired. There were indeed too many things that happened tonight. It had never been so intense. The pain of falling down the stairs was still there.
Then, she couldn't help but press the painful part hard.
Mu Chengfeng happened to see her fidgeting, and a soft look appeared on his handsome face: "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"
"Uh..." Ning Yazhi noticed that his dark eyes were staring at her, and her face heated up, "No."
"Are you injured? Did you hit it somewhere? Why didn't you say anything just now?" He put down his laptop, sat next to her, and found that she kept pressing her waist: "Did you hit your waist?"
As he spoke, he reached out and pressed the position she pressed: "Here?"
Ning Yazhi hummed slightly, feeling a little sore, but not very serious: "It's not a bruise. I just fell down the stairs and probably hurt my waist."
He frowned: "You rolled down the stairs? When did it happen?" His originally gentle expression suddenly turned cold, as if something serious had happened.
Ning Ya was annoyed, and she promised Fan Li not to say anything about it, but she accidentally said it anyway: "I fell accidentally, don't look at me with that look, it really was me who fell accidentally.
"
He looked at her quietly, his expression softening a bit, "Be more careful next time." After a pause, he shook his head: "You always make me worry like this, can you be more careful?"
His voice contained a slightly distressed sigh, and his hand gently pressed her painful part.