just sauce

After Zhan Mu hung up the phone, he immediately regretted it, and when he called back, it was the notification sound of shutting down the phone.

"Damn!" It couldn't be intentional.

While drinking water, Bai Juyi looked over suspiciously.

Zhan Mu said, "Lend me your mobile phone to make a call."

"Please."

"I ordered a takeaway, would Teacher Bai want some?" Out of politeness, Zhan Mu asked casually.

"You haven't had dinner yet?" Bai Juyi raised his eyebrows, and put the mineral water bottle on the coffee table, "I happen to be a little hungry too, if Young Master Zhan doesn't mind, can you lend me the kitchen?"

Zhan Mu stopped making calls, and looked at Bai Juyi in surprise: "Teacher Bai can cook?"

"It's just an ordinary home-cooked dish, but it's not too greasy at this time, is the next noodles okay?" Bai Juyi really stood up and walked to the kitchen.

Zhan Mu stared at her back for two seconds, then put the phone on the sofa, and then walked into the kitchen.

"I was a little worried that your refrigerator was empty just now." Bai Juyi squatted in front of the opened refrigerator, and took out two eggs from it, "After all, it's hard for a smart woman to cook without rice. Can egg noodles be okay?"

"Yeah." Zhan Mu leaned against the door, watching Bai Juyi heat up a pan on the gas stove, put oil in it, and beat the eggs with one hand. He didn't know what to do, the eggs had already fallen into the pan.

"Unexpectedly, Teacher Bai is the type of a good wife and mother." Zhan Mu couldn't help teasing.

"Can Master Zhan know how to cook?" Bai Juyi quickly fried an egg and put it into a bowl with a spatula.

Attracted by the scent, Zhan Mu walked over, staring at the sun eggs in the bowl, drooling: "No."

"So to Shao Zhan, a girl who can cook is a good wife and mother." Bai Juyi handed her a pair of chopsticks.

Zhan Mu picked up the chopsticks and picked up the egg and put it into his mouth. I don't know if it was because he was so hungry that one bite wasn't enough, so after two or three bites, he devoured the whole egg.

On the other side, Bai Juyi cooked another egg.Zhan Mu endured it and put down his chopsticks.

"Don't you want to comment?" Bai Juyi put the second egg into the empty bowl.

"A good wife and mother." Zhan Mu stared at her and smiled.

The two bowls of noodles were quickly served, and Bai Juyi carried them to the kitchen table on a tray, and pushed the bowl with eggs in front of Zhan Mu.

"This doesn't seem to be the way to treat guests." Zhan Mu glanced at the fried egg on the noodles, then used chopsticks to split the egg in half, and Bai Juyi and Bai Juyi each had half.

The kitchen was hotter than the living room, Bai Juyi ate a few mouthfuls of noodles, and the tip of his nose was dripping with sweat. Zhan Mu took out a few napkins and handed them over.

"Thank you." Bai Juyi stretched out his hand to take it, his fingertips gently brushed against the other's.

Zhan Mu only felt that his fingertips seemed to be lightly brushed by a feather, a little itchy, and a little inexplicable throbbing.

"Teacher Bai is not very good at using chopsticks?" Zhan Mu originally only took a second look at the other party's fingers because they were well-proportioned and slender, but he found that the other party's posture for holding chopsticks was a bit strange.

Bai Juyi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's right, I studied abroad for a few years, and most of the time I used knives and forks, and I forgot how to hold chopsticks."

"Are you an overseas student?" Zhan Mu suddenly realized. No wonder Bai Juyi didn't respond when Li Kangyang was mentioned earlier. This senior has not yet stepped onto the international stage despite his reputation.

"When Mr. Bai draws people, does he draw people with noses like Picasso?" Zhan Mu asked suddenly.

Bai Juyi picked up the noodles in the bowl and slowly put them into his mouth.

"I don't draw people." Bai Juyi said.

Zhan Mu picked up the bowl and took a sip of the noodle soup before asking, "Why don't you draw people?"

Bai Juyi shrugged: "If you don't like painting, then don't paint." It was a willful answer, but it fit Bai Juyi's freewheeling personality.

After the two finished eating the noodles, Zhan Mu took the initiative to clean up the bowls and chopsticks, but he didn't wash them right away, but just put the bowls and chopsticks into the sink.

At this time, the doorbell rang, and Lu Meiyao appeared at the door of Zhan Mu's house wrapped in steam.

"Mr. Bai, thank you for coming here to give me the oil painting knife." As soon as the door opened, Lu Meiyao jumped into the room like a rabbit, completely ignoring Zhan Mu who came to open the door.

Bai Juyi smiled and shook his head: "It's just on the way." As he spoke, he took out a long and flat box from his bag and handed it to Lu Meiyao.

"By the way, Mr. Bai, you can go back in my friend's car later, I specially asked him to wait downstairs." Lu Meiyao took Bai Orange's arm and led her to the window, pointing to the downstairs. He said, "Look, that's the car. I've already told him about it."

Zhan Mu also walked over at this time, glanced down, with a suspicious expression on his face: "Whose car are you taking?" The car was obviously not the one arranged by the company.

"Young Master Hu." Lu Meiyao seemed to think of something angry, her brows stood on end, "The celebrity arranged by Anna is no good, he got drunk after a few drinks, and vomited all over the place, it's shameful, there's nothing to eat After eating, I asked the driver to take him home. Luckily Mr. Hu was here tonight, I didn’t expect him to be quite a gentleman, he has been helping me stop drinking, and later let me take his car back.”

Zhan Mu couldn't help asking: "Is the Mr. Hu you're talking about Hu Mingda?"

"It's him." Lu Meiyao turned her head and smiled at Bai Juyi, "Teacher Bai should have heard of him too, the prince of Donghai Entertainment Organization is still single." When she said the last sentence, she couldn't help He squeezed his eyebrows and eyes.

"He's still a gentleman." Bai Orange Yi nodded in agreement.

Lu Meiyao was caught off guard by Bai Juyi's joke, but she was speechless.

Zhan Mu covered his mouth and yawned. Seeing Bai Juyi, he said with a smile, "Since there is a gentleman taking me home, I'll take my leave. Young Master Zhan, let's go to bed early."

Zhan Mu smiled and said, "Teacher Bai also went back to rest early, you look very tired."

Bai Juyi smiled, patted Lu Meiyao on the shoulder, walked to the sofa, picked up the backpack and left.

Lu Meiyao hurriedly chased after her: "Teacher Bai, send me a message when you get home!"

Zhan Mu fell asleep when she was full, she yawned again, with tears streaming from the corners of her eyes: "You should go too, I'm going to sleep."

"What time is it now? Why did you go to bed so early? Let me ask you, you gave Teacher Bai that tracksuit she wore? Aren't you a clean freak, so willing to lend her the clothes?" Lu Meiyao Feeling that he smelled a hint of passion, he asked Zhan Mu several questions in a row.

Zhan Mu didn't bother to talk to her, walked to the door, and invited her out unceremoniously.

I have to admit that the white orange clothes did make her break several precedents.These include never taking people home and never lending your clothes to others.

Zhan Mu didn't even deny that he had a crush on Bai Juyi. From the moment he heard her voice to discovering her talent, there were so many good things about this girl that she was dizzying.

It's just that the time of acquaintance is still short, everything is unknown, but everything is possible.

The author has something to say:

Little Theater of No Responsibility:

Zhan Shao: "Teacher Bai is not very good at using chopsticks?"

Xiao Baiju: "... a little bit."

Zhan Shao (star-eyed): "Then I'll feed you."