MTL - Princess too Young, Prince too Old-Chapter 1176 Chef spring bud

"If the general doesn't believe it, that old slave can't help it," Lao Xuhan laughed. "Otherwise the old slave would call the chef to the general, would the general verify it in person?"

"Yes, you call someone. I really want to ask." Mu Nanshan was really curious, while eating a spoonful of crab soy tofu.

"Yes. The old slave is here." Lao Xu turned away cheerfully now. Mu Nanshan was busy in the study, and he couldn't bear to look at it. Rarely, Mu Nanshan is interested today. He is also happy that Mu Nanshan can have this leisure.

After Lao Xu left, Mu Nanshan swept away the dishes, bowls and bowls on the table. Even the rice ate one bowl more than usual. Mu Nanshan was facing the empty bowl of dishes. While feeling like a starving ghost, he secretly sighed that this cook's craftsmanship is really good, I'm afraid that he has been working on the stove for decades to practice such a good craft?

Right now. Mu Nanshan was envious of the cook's husband and the child. What a mouthful.

He never ate his own mother's meal. Even if it was a cup of cow * tea, Lu Minglan had never made it for him. Even though he was so eager to taste the soup made by his mother, Mu Nanshan remembered the stationery rushed by the guard in the morning. The eyes could not help but be dark.

In time, Lu Minglan was afraid that Mu Yuante's child should have been born.

This is not her first time as a mother-in-law, but it must be the first time she has enjoyed being a mother-in-law?

Will she cook the baby soup for herself?

It will.

That was the child she was looking forward to and would love to care for.

Unlike him and the elder sister. Born to be a mistake.

...

Mu Nanshan drew his lips, reached for the teapot, and slowly poured himself a cup of lotus tea.

"Slave ... I've seen Master."

Before drinking a sip of tea, Mu Nanshan heard the door open, and then the girl's timid voice came. Mu Nanshan put down the tea bowl and looked at the anxious girl kneeling in front of him in amazement.

"Who are you?" Mu Nanshan frowned as he looked at the girl with her head down.

"Isn't the general going to see the slaves?" The young girl looked up at Mu Nanshan, but her face was confused, and her cheeks became red, and she murmured, "I know it must be the steward Xu who is playing with me, the general How did you meet me as a rough girl ... "

Mu Nanshan looked at her white cheeks, flying eyebrows, and sleeves rolled up high, and stunned, "Are you ... a new cook?"

"Yes, General Qilu, and Nuyu Chunya is the new chef," the girl heard Mu Nanshan talking with surprise and joy. "The steward just said that the general appreciated the craft of slaves and said that he wanted to reward slaves. "

Mu Nanshan looked at her clear eyes and a clean face, and couldn't help laughing: "I want to reward you, but you have to answer me a question first."

"Although you ask, General!" Chunya squinted, thinking how much reward he could get, how happy he was in his heart.

"How did you make this tofu?" Mu Nanshan asked.

"This ..." Chunya's face rejoiced and immediately froze. She pursed her mouth, scratched her head, and looked at Mu Nanshan pitifully for a long time. "General, this is the slave's family." The secret recipe was passed down by the mother, who told the daughter but not the boy, the slave ... the slave cannot tell the general, and please forgive the army. "

Mu Nanshan was amused by her expression: "What's wrong? You don't want to reward it?"

Chunya pursed her lips, apparently suffering, and looked at Mu Nanshan for a long time: "Forget it, slaves should be silver for the General Province."