The floor was very hard, and there was only a thin mattress on it.

Despite this, He Jiayin was unwilling to get up. She wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, not wanting to run out with the heat generated by her body.

She had been struggling for half the night last night and was tired and hungry, so she dreamed about steamed buns. She grabbed the steamed buns and took a bite. Before she could chew, she was discovered by her boss.

"Dare you eat secretly?" He kicked her on the side.

She was in pain, but she couldn't bear to drop the bun: "I have money, I will pay you."

"Get up!" The boss picked up the water glass at hand and poured it on her face.

So cold!

He Jiayin was startled, opened her eyes, and saw the culprit standing above her.

Mu Zechuan put down the teacup, stepped over her, and stepped on her hand.

It must be intentional.

"In five minutes, I want to eat fried eggs." Mu Zechuan gave the order, and then walked straight out of the bedroom.

He Jiayin's whole body was numb from sleeping on the cold floor. She calmed down for a few seconds before sitting up.

I didn't have time to wipe the cold water off my face, so I quickly rolled up the bedding and stuffed it into the closet.

She has been sleeping on the floor like this for a year because Mu Zechuan asked her to wait for him to drink tea in the middle of the night.

Only perverts drink tea in the middle of the night, He Jiayin thought.

While walking, I realized how much pain there was down there. I glanced at the big bed. The scene last night made He Jiayin's heart tremble. She couldn't help but secretly cursed, Mu Zechuan, you beast!

She tried her best to make her steps look less awkward. If the servants at home saw her, they might gossip behind her back.

In fact, her worries were a little unnecessary. The servants did not take her seriously. Her status as the young mistress of the Mu family was often inferior to that of the servants in this family.

He entered the kitchen, opened the fire, poured oil and cracked in the eggs. He Jiayin never thought that a year ago, he didn't even know where to open the kitchen door, but now he would be so skillful in doing so.

Mu Zechuan has a perverted hobby, that is, she must eat an omelette in the morning. There are obviously cooks and servants at home, but he just let her do such a thing.

He sighed softly.

There is only a wall between the dining room and the kitchen, and the sound of voices can be heard faintly.

"Mr. Mu, the trend of the stock market today..." It was Mu Zechuan's assistant reporting to him, and it was like this every day at this time.

He Jiayin tilted her ears, wanting to listen more carefully. Although Mu Zechuan agreed to help her with the loan, she was still afraid that he would renege on his word, because such a thing had happened before, and she really couldn't understand Mu Zechuan's moodiness.

temper.

"Young mistress, the young master asked me to tell you, there is still half a minute." Butler Li entered the kitchen and said to He Jiayin.

"Oh, now!" She hurriedly grabbed the pot, but didn't want to touch the edge of the pot. She only heard a "sizzling" sound, which was the sound of the skin and meat being roasted.

He Jiayin couldn't help but screamed and almost knocked over the pot, but luckily she had a firm grip on the pot handle with her other hand.

Ignoring her burned fingers, she quickly put the fried eggs on a plate and sprinkled them with the prepared ingredients.

Fortunately, the egg was not knocked over, otherwise she would be out of luck.

The fried eggs were finally placed in front of Mu Zechuan.

Mu Zechuan picked up the knife and fork, took only one bite, and threw the eggs back on the plate: "Bah." He also spat out the bit in his mouth: "How did you do it?"

"Fry olive oil over low heat, remove from the pan until medium-cooked, sprinkle with salt, black pepper, perilla powder..." From failure to success, He Jiayin has made hundreds of such omelettes, and of course he remembers the method firmly.
Chapter completed!