1681: C1681 He Just Stared at It

C1681 He Just Stared at It

Mu Shinian didn't even turn her head.

She seemed to have fiddled with it for quite some time, so her forehead was covered in sweat.

Bo Qian gave a simple look and said helplessly, "This is how you make steak?"

"Then how else?" Mu Shinian poked the instruction manual and said, "It's just to add some oil and then fry it."

It looked very simple.

But what she made was either not cooked, or it was too raw. After a few times, her patience finally ran out.

Bo Qian looked at her and suddenly said, "When you suddenly disappeared, you were also cooking."

... ""

Mu Shinian was stunned. She turned around and looked at him as if she had seen a ghost. "Huh?"

"It's nothing much." Bo Qian sighed softly and said," Let me do it. "

Mu Shinian looked at him strangely. "You know how to cook?"

Those young and talented people, young and rich people, didn't they know how to cook?

"The meals you have eaten these few days were all cooked by me."

Bo Qian reminded her very calmly.

Mu Shinian thought of the food she had eaten these few days. She thought it was cooked by a chef, but in the end, she did not expect it to be cooked by this person in front of her.

Bo Qian shrugged his shoulders. "How is it, Miss Mu? Do you want to give me face?"

Mu Shinian laughed and took the initiative to give up her seat.

Bo Qian threw the burnt steak into the trash can. "Other than steak, what else do you want to eat?"

Mu Shinian thought about what she had eaten a few days ago and casually reported a few things.

Bo Qian hummed and said, "Go outside and wait."

"Also, it's too heavy. We can't give it food anymore."

Mu Shinian gave him an oh, but handed him another piece of ham to eat.

Bo Qian saw it and pretended not to see it.

Mu Shinian helped the white haired tiger comb its fur as she asked curiously, "The other me, how is it?"

"I have a fever, I won't die."

Bo Qian's answer was very straightforward.

Mu Shinian nodded. "It's like this."

She did not ask too much.

She also did not want to say what she had said to her master.

Bo Qian, on the other hand, felt very uneasy.

A drop of oil splashed out, and the back of his hand was scalded.0

But it was only for a moment.

He looked at that piece of red skin and sighed helplessly.

...

After dinner.

As usual, Mu Shinian sat on the carpet and started playing the game.

Her hands moved very quickly. She was happily chopping monsters with kengchi kengchi kengchi sounds.

Bo Qian sat on the sofa and looked at a document. He saw that her attention was always on the television, and his expression was inexplicably uneasy.

His phone suddenly beeped and a message came in.

Bo Qian looked at her, clicked on it, and deleted the message.

As expected, she must have said something to that so-called master of hers.

"Is that master of yours alright?"

"Pretty good."

Mu Shinian spoke very calmly and did not even shift her gaze away from the screen. "It seems that the blow is quite big. His entire body has become much thinner."

Her tone was indifferent.

It was as if she did not care at all.

Bo Qian thought of Mu Shinian in the past. She would probably feel very uneasy, very anxious, and very worried.

"Aren't you going over there to take care of her?"

Mu Shinian cried out and was killed by a monster.

She was depressed. She turned around and looked at him with understanding. She said, "I'm not a doctor or a nurse. Why should I take care of him?"

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