You Are My Rare Passion Chapter 1884: Actually, she doesn’t mind, doesn’t she?

She assured Yunjue very seriously: "The food that is made now is definitely better than being stuffed in the food box for a period of time. Moreover, for the food we usually eat in the hotel, many dishes come from the back kitchen. When it came to the room where we ate, the dishes were already half cold, and the taste was greatly reduced, and most of the dishes had to be freshly cooked.

"It makes sense, it makes sense!" Yun Jue nodded again and again and looked at Ye Xingbei: "Little aunt, we can let... let..."

He pointed at Mu Qingwan, halfway through his words, he got stuck.

"My name is Mu Qingwan," Mu Qingwan quickly introduced herself: "If the benefactor doesn't mind, just call me Wanwan."

"Benefactor?" Yun Jue was glad he had swallowed what was in his mouth, otherwise he would have to spit it out.

He waved his hands embarrassingly, "Don't call me a benefactor, it's too ridiculous! You can call me Yunjue or Arge, either!"

"Well," Mu Qing smiled shyly, "Then I'll call you Arjue, what kind of food do you like? I'll make it for you."

"Too many!" Yun Jue reported more than a dozen dishes in one go: "I love all of these dishes! Of course, if you can make a specialty dish that I have never eaten, I will definitely love it too! Anyway, all in all, I like to eat as long as it is delicious, but I prefer sweet and spicy vegetables, especially spicy ones!”

"Then I'll make you sweet food first," Mu Qingwan said: "You have an injury, so you can't eat spicy food right now. When your injury heals, I'll make you a spicy food."

Yunjue nodded again and again.

As long as there is delicious food, everything is negotiable!

Mu Qingwan looked at Gu Junzhu and Ye Xingbei: "What do you like to eat?"

"Stop using honorifics, it sounds awkward:" Ye Xingbei said with a smile: "My name is Ye Xingbei, you can call me Beibei."

"How impolite is that?" Mu Qingwan said, "You are my savior's aunt. If you don't mind, I will follow my savior and call you little aunt in the future, right?"

Ye Xingbei: "..."

Can she say she minds?

"It's fine," Ye Xingbei said, "I think you and I are about the same age. You can just call me Beibei."

"Yes, I also think you are very young," Mu Qingwan couldn't hold back her curiosity: "You, are you twenty years old?"

Ye Xingbei smiled: "I am twenty-one."

"I'm twenty," Mu Qingwan said, "I'm younger than you, I'll call you little aunt in the future."

Ye Xingbei: "..."

It's only one year short of my sister.

I recognize you even if you call me sister, why do you have to call me little aunt?

"Little aunt, what do you and little uncle like to eat?" Mu Qing looked towards the kitchen in the evening: "That's the kitchen, right, little aunt?"

Ye Xingbei: "..."

Alas.

Forget it.

It's not the first time I've been a little aunt anyway.

The little aunt is the little aunt.

She made a gesture of invitation: "It's here, I'll accompany you."

The two entered the kitchen one after the other.

Each small building is equipped with a chef and a cook.

Mu Qing easily instructed the chef and cook to wash and cut the vegetables for her in the evening, and she quickly took out various seasonings for later use.

Some dishes she doesn't let the chef cut, she cuts them herself.

Her knives are so fast that afterimages appear, the cuts are as thin as hair.

Ye Xingbei was amazed: "You, are you too powerful?"

"What?" Mu Qingwan turned to look at her.

Ye Xingbei pointed to the shredded carrot she cut: "This is the thinnest shredded carrot I have ever seen."