on as A-Wan entered, someone smiled and asked her, "Little girl, what kind of work are you looking for" "I'm just browsing around, thank you" 。 。She looked around, there were plenty of job openings f...The enthusiastic hostess directly asked the maid on the second floor to prepare a guest room for her.

Menglan used to get along very well with her, almost like mother and daughter. Fengmu loved to cook and bake, and Menglan would cling to her asking for advice on how to do it. Fengmu also accepted her as an apprentice and occasionally shared what Feng Mu liked to eat and his taste preferences.

I remember Mother Fang was such a gentle and elegant woman. I had never seen her get angry or punish the maids.

Only after his father's death did he become extremely irritable, particularly repulsed by her presence. He would fiercely shake off her arms and growl menacingly, "Get out! You're damned! You're a jinx! Everyone in your Liu family deserves to die!"

"The last regret of my life is treating you as a daughter-in-law of the family!"

As Menglan thought about the past, a pang of sadness flashed in her eyes. Those hysterical and piercing words echoed in her ears, lingering for a long time, impossible to forget.

That is, after losing her mother's trust, she deeply felt guilty and willingly obeyed Feng Muwei's every command.

"Miss, the pot is boiling."

The maid's reminder brought Menglan back to her senses. She hurriedly turned down the heat under the pot. "Thank you, you can go out now, I'll take care of this here."

"Uh That's not quite right, sir has a rather unique taste. Could I help you with that..."

Meng Lan's face still held a gentle smile, "It's alright." She walked to the pot and added each chopped vegetable one by one, her voice tinged with a hint of bitterness as if reminiscing, "No one understands his preferences better than I do."

From the time she was a little girl, for over twenty years.

She was almost entirely consumed by trying to figure out Feng Mu's preferences, taking it far more seriously than she did reading.

Memory may fade, but the habits etched into our bones remain half-preserved.

Menglan was chopping onions, her eyes watering from either the spice or emotion. She lifted her head and fought back tears, focusing on the ingredients in her hands.

Good evening.

Feng Mu works overtime.

Menglan was also very considerate and didn't call Feng Mu, urging him to come back. She obediently sat at the dining table waiting for him, until both the dishes and the soup had gone cold. She then repeatedly reheated them in the microwave, going back and forth, not knowing how many times.

She was too tired, so she leaned against the table to rest.

After an unknown amount of time, the gate creaked open. Zhao Shu respectfully stepped forward, greeting the man who was covered in dust and traveled far, his face handsome and refined. "Young Master, you're back."

"Mm." Feng Mu faintly replied, taking off his coat and handing it to Zhao Shu.

He had just taken a step into the living room when he suddenly smelled a familiar fragrance wafting from the kitchen.

Feng Mu also has friends who are interested in food, drink, and entertainment, but he rarely attends parties. He is simply not interested in food, only eating enough to satisfy his hunger.

Now, however, this taste could effortlessly awaken the cravings within him.

"Sir, it's Miss..."

Before Zhao Shu could explain, Feng Mu waved his hand and strode into the kitchen by himself.

She was dressed in a simple white shirt and jeans, her hair tied high in a ponytail, with a floral apron tied around her waist. This homely style was a far cry from the alluring woman who usually swayed her hips so gracefully.

For some reason, with her presence, the villa no longer felt so cold and lifeless. There was a hint of 'home' in the air.

Were all these dishes made by her

The warm yellow light shone on Feng Mu's refined features, and there was a faint softness in his expression. He hesitated for a moment, then quickly regained his composure and walked over.

The distinctive sound of leather shoes on marble floor awakened the woman who was sleeping.

She turned her head to look at Feng Mu, immediately got up, with a gentle smile on her lips, "You're back, I made you some soup, come try it"

As she spoke, her fair fingers lifted each pot lid in turn.

Feng Mu's expression was calm, calm without the slightest ripple or surprise. He glanced lightly, "Who gave you the right to touch something from the Feng family, huh You're getting bolder and bolder."

Meng Lan's arm, holding the spoon of soup, trembled slightly, splashing hot liquid onto her back. It was scalding and painful, yet a chill ran through her heart in response.

She spent the whole night making these foods.

In return, there was only Mo Fei's scorn.

She really wanted to smash the plate and just walk away, but she forced herself to think: "Dreamlan, don't care too much about what he thinks. You're doing this for a purpose. If you want to achieve it, how could you avoid some sacrifices"

"Alright, I won't do it next time." Menglan poured the soup into a bowl. In the blink of an eye, her eyes held a hint of charm again, and her smile was still so alluring. "I just worry about your health. You've been working so hard, Fengzong, you must take good care of yourself."

"Come taste the soup, I remember you used to love drinking it."

Feng Mu was truly exhausted. He pulled out a dining chair and sat down, unbuttoning several buttons at the collar of his shirt. His dark eyes stared intently at the cilantro floating on the surface of the soup bowl, his brows furrowed in concentration.

Menglan immediately understood, hurriedly using a spoon to pick out the cilantro, "I'm sorry, I know you don't like eating thirteen spice, so I added some cilantro for flavor." After picking it out, she pushed the bowl back to Feng Mu's front, "Eat now, this is better."

She tentatively offered him the spoon, expecting him to impatiently refuse. To her surprise, he took it and slowly drank every last drop of soup from the bowl.

One bowl wasn't enough, so I had another.

Feng Mu drank the soup very quickly. If it were someone else, they would have already been gulping it down, but his every move was filled with an air of nobility and elegance.

Meng Lan sat quietly beside him, watching him drink the soup. Her fingers gripped the edge of her clothes tightly, frowning as she pondered how to bring up her conditions. However, Feng Mu had already set down his bowl and turned towards the study.

He completely ignored Menglan, not saying a word.

She wouldn't even bother to ask the driver to take her back to the hospital.

This selfish man!

"Um..." Menglan hesitated, wanting to speak but afraid of provoking his bad mood.

The maid immediately hurried over to clear the tableware from the table. Meng Lan bit her white lips tightly, her heart was in turmoil. She couldn't just give up like this, for her brother, no matter what way she had to, she must complete the task!

I personally brewed a pot of tea and brought it to the study.

Standing at the door, she took a deep breath and paused for a moment before summoning her courage to gently knock on the study door.

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