Chapter 3180 (2/2)

Xia Jiu has been eating takeout for a long time. He has eaten all kinds of takeout. Every time he eats, what he wants is a cosmic problem.

She hasn't eaten such a home-made dish for a long time.

What surprised her most was that Shen Muhan could cook!

It's not that she hasn't seen groups of servants in the Shen family. A young master like him can cook food by himself, which falls below Xia Jiu's glasses.

Shen Muhan sat down, picked up the rice and helped up the chopsticks. Xia Jiu found that he only took a pair of chopsticks and a bowl of rice.

He didn't prepare her at all. Did he come to take care of her or angry with her?

Xia Jiu sat down and stared at Shen Muhan. Shen Muhan picked up the dishes. His actions were elegant, good and free. He was completely the style of a young master.

However, the demeanor of focusing only on their own food is also a selfish young master. No one else can do such a thing.

”Do you cook for yourself?” Xia Jiu asked after biting a tasteless pizza.

Shen Muhan glanced at her and said faintly, ”can you cook it for me?”

Xia Jiu frowned. The pizza didn't taste at all, and she didn't know how the cook made it. She threw the pizza into the box, ”no, no appetite.”

”Then wait. I'll finish it. ” Shen Muhan bowed his head and continued to serve.

Xia Jiu was so hungry that his chest stuck to his back. He didn't eat much all day today. His hands hurt again. It happened that Shen Muhan ate very delicious.

The smell of the food filled the air, and the tip of the nose was mouth watering.

Xia Jiu nestled in the sofa with his pillow in one hand. He was so wronged that the tip of his nose was sour.

Shen Muhan ate quickly, cleaned up the table and went into the kitchen. It didn't take much time. He tidied up the kitchen.

He works with standardized and strict procedures, meticulous, and every action can be used as a textbook model.

Conveniently, he threw away all the pizza and fried chicken wings Xia Jiu didn't eat, packed the garbage and put it out.

After returning, Shen Muhan went to the bathroom and filled it with water. When the water temperature was appropriate, he went to Xia Jiu and said, ”wash your hair and take a bath.”

Light tone, but the tone of command.

Xia Jiu's stomach is flat, his stomach is empty, his hands are still painful, and he has no emotion at all.

Shen Muhan directly picked her up and took her to the bathroom. He was about to take off her clothes. Xia Jiu stretched out his hand and hugged himself: ”go out and I'll come by myself.”

No matter how painful her hand is, she is still a little ashamed. How can she let him undress herself.

Shen Muhan sniffed lightly, as if he was mocking her. Many have done it, but he still cares about it.

However, he stepped back and opened the mobile search page, which still stayed on the page of ”how to take care of your own woman”.

He typed in a few more words and searched for ”how to take care of pregnant women”, ”how to take care of injured women” and ”how to take care of injured women who are afraid of pain”.

Xia Jiu slowly took off his skirt. It was just the injury of his palm and fingers, but he felt that the whole right arm was not very useful. He finally took it off and slowly sat in the bathtub.

Shen Muhan directly pushed the door in, sat down beside her, put her injured right hand aside and grabbed her hair.