Chapter 2004: Advent (5)

2004 Little Angel Comes (5)
In the kitchen of Zhanjia Manor, Zhan Mo stood coldly, watching the steward telling the people in the kitchen to be busy.
Although Zhan Mo needs only a bowl of ordinary millet chicken soup, this seemingly ordinary soup must be made thick, nutritious, but not greasy.
People in the entire kitchen were called to help, but the steward deliberately sent people to the nearby Chinese market to buy fresh chicken.
Three old hens were cut out of chicken and boiled in a chicken rack.
After that, remove the chicken bones from the most delicious chicken and sink them into the bottom of the soup. Make sure that this bowl of chicken broth is nutritious and tasteless.
The warrior's kitchen is usually where exquisite dishes are produced.
Today, because of Zhan Mo's black face to inspect, even though the people in the kitchen are busy, they don't even dare to breathe out, let alone take the opportunity to be lazy or tamper with.
"Zhan Mo, where did you go last night ... what are you still hiding in the kitchen now, and the little she gave birth prematurely and heard that she was born. Come and see me at the hospital ..."
Just then, Duan Xiuhui's voice suddenly came from outside the kitchen door.
When she hurriedly walked into the kitchen, she was stunned when she saw the desert deserted by the door wall and the busy scene in the kitchen.
Duan Xiuhui said in surprise: "What is this ... What are you doing? So many of you are crowded inside ... Butler, what is going on!"
"Mrs. Hui's order is Mo Shao's order. Mo Shao ordered us to make millet chicken soup. The soup must be thick and nutritious but not greasy. After cooking, Mo Shao will be taken to the hospital for Miss Mengmeng."
The steward was Duan Xiuhui's person. He knew that Zhan Mo would not let Duan Xiuhui know, but he still made clear with the cold eyes of Zhan Mo.
"It turned out that you knew the little had been born ..." Duan Xiuhui heard this, her expression faded, but her lips sneered, "Zhan Mo, you are really my good son, Jiaer's good brother ... … At this time, only you still want to bring her soup. "
When Duan Xiuhui said this, her eyes looking at her son became cold.
In the past, she only felt that Zhan Mo was obsessed, but at this moment, she really felt Zhan Mo's intentions on Ruan Mengmeng.
He wasn't deceived for a while, he was simply stuck in it.
For so many years, when have you seen Dang Mo Sha come to the kitchen in person.
This kind of thing clearly makes the housekeeper do a phone call, but Zhan Mo wants to come back by himself and keep it personally.
why?
Oh, isn't it because someone is afraid to take advantage of the opportunity to tamper in the soup.
For that little bitch, Zhan Mo really disappointed her.
However, regarding Duan Xiuhui's words, Zhan Mo turned a deaf ear from beginning to end.
He just looked coldly at the housekeeper and asked in a low, indifferent voice, "Is the soup good?"
Gaze at Zhanyang Lengsu's gaze, the steward said, "Done ... done well."
"Get it ready when you're done." Zhan Mo's indifferent tone made people tremble, but the housekeeper immediately let the hot and fragrant millet chicken soup be packed in the insulated bucket already prepared.
With the intense eyes of Zhan Mo, no one dared to do more.
Even the steward who had received Duan Xiuhui's eyes instructions did not dare to move his mind to the chicken soup.
Zhan Mo took the chicken soup and hurried away, ignoring Duan Xiuhui completely.
Until he saw his son go far away, Duan Xiuhui turned back and glared angrily: "Are there no one in the room of the dare to stop the young master? Do you guys ... dare to do that to the little so carefully and look at me next time? Don't hit you hard! "
(End of this chapter)