He clenched his fists, but because there was someone else there, Mo Xiran couldn't do anything.

He said he did it himself, but only Mo Xiran was the only one who could make dumplings.

Chen Qiaoan is a young lady who is not touching the spring water with all her fingers, and Elena doesn't know this either.

Zhou Yanchen refused to let Mo Xiran do it himself, so in the end, he hired the hotel chef to help.

Several people were talking in the living room, and Mo Xiran was working with the chef in the kitchen.

During the Chinese New Year, she insisted on doing it herself to have an atmosphere.

The hotel kitchen prepared ingredients for them, fresh meat and vegetables shine.

Zhou Yanchen casually drank the wine in his hand, and soon stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Shan Yan laughed softly and hit Sheng Xingwen's shoulder, "Look, Yan Chen can't hold on, as for that?"

Writing is popular but laughing without saying a word.

"Awen, eat fruit."

In his ears, Chen Qiaoan's charming voice sounded, and then an apple was handed to his mouth.

Sheng Xingwen took the toothpick and his voice was not very warm: "Thank you."

Chen Qiaoan's face froze and bit her lips tightly.

She knew that he didn't want to bring him there at all.

But the Sheng family put pressure on him, and he had no choice.

But it doesn't matter. As long as he wants the Sheng family and has this ambition, he must marry her.

She will definitely be the hostess of the Sheng family and will definitely be Sheng Xingwen's wife.

Even if he is thinking about the little fairy Taozi in his heart, it doesn't matter. One day, he will forget it.

...

"is that so?"

Mo Xiran asked the chef as he pinched the dough in his hand.

She is learning new tricks, but she has been unable to form after several of them.

"I need to pinch it here." The chef leaned over and guided Mo Xiran.

"cough!"

The male voice coughed softly.

Mo Xiran raised his eyes and saw Zhou Yanchen standing at the kitchen door. He smiled and said, "Achen, why are you here?"

The hotel chef I invited was not only a man, but also not very old and looked pretty good.

Seeing that the two were so close, Zhou Yanchen felt a sense of nameless anger burning.

He strides over and stands beside Mo Xiran, "Have you wrapped it up?"

"Vinson teaches me new tricks, but I'm too stupid and haven't learned it yet." As he said that, Mo Xiran stuck out his tongue and smiled at the chef Vinson.

Vinson also smiled, "No, Mrs. Zhou has studied very quickly."

Since I know it is Mrs. Zhou, I was so close just now.

Zhou Yanchen looked at Vincent with a deep eyes and looked at him unhappily.

Vinson was startled by the coldness in the phoenix eyes. He didn't know what was going on, but he just subconsciously stepped back.

"You are just too stupid." Zhou Yanchen bounced Mo Xiran's forehead with his fingers and glanced sideways.

Vinson's assistant was concentrating on making dumplings, and what he made was the trick of Moxi Ranxue.

After folding the sleeves up a few times, Zhou Yanchen washed his hands and picked up a piece of dough.

Put the filling in it and he packed it in just a few seconds.

"Wow! So awesome!"

Mo Xiran smiled and admired sincerely.

Zhou Yanchen curled his thin lips and sneered coldly.

What is this? He learned it after taking a look.

"Achen, teach me." Mo Xiran blinked and begged.

Zhou Yanchen snorted, "You are so stupid, can you learn it?"

"Tell me." She continued to ask.

Zhou Yanchen glanced at her and agreed very reluctantly.

How can he feel more accomplished than a contract worth tens of millions of dollars when making dumplings?

It's really crazy.

A table full of dishes and dumplings.

Mo Xiran sat on a chair, next to him, feeling that the New Year in this foreign land was still very good.

"Come on, raise your glass, happy new year!"

Shan Yan proposed.

Everyone picked up their cups and collided with them.

"Happy New Year."

After dinner, the TV turned on and took a look when I was bored.

Mo Xiran stood by the floor-to-ceiling window and looked outside.

Soon, someone came over me.

Turning his head and taking a look, Mo Xiran was about to walk away.

Shengxingwen called: "Little Xizi."

Stopped, Mo Xiran frowned and asked coldly: "Is there anything wrong?"

Looking at her, Sheng Xingwen whispered: "If something has made you angry before, I apologize to you."

"No need." Mo Xiran bit his lip, "Even if you apologize, I will not forgive you. I will definitely not forgive you what you did to Taozi, so there is no need to apologize."

"Ha!" Sheng Xingwen nodded with a self-deprecating smile, "Well, I want to say that she is very lucky to have friends like you."

You have to say this.

With a pout, Mo Xiran stepped away.

There is a popular text left in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the back is a little lonely.

Shan Yan pulled Zhou Yanchen to play cards and lost a lot.

Zhou Yanchen was too lazy to continue several times, but was dragged by Shan Yan.

Mo Xiran sat on the sofa, holding the fruit wine and drinking in small sips. He accidentally heard the conversation between Chen Qiaoan and Yilena.

Ilena is a model and pays the most attention to maintaining her figure and face. Chen Qiaoan is a wealthy daughter and is also interested in these.

After a while, the two of them started a heated discussion.

Once again, the topic of women who do not take care of themselves will decline after they are 30 years old and will never return, which has attracted Mo Xiran to pay great attention.

She subconsciously touched her face and became worried.

Although what she is most proud of is that she is not old, who can guarantee how long this kind of thing can last?

It's so terrible to think about it. She is already 29 years old.

"No more playing! No more playing!"

Losing more than one million to Zhou Yanchen, Shan Yan finally overturned the card in his hand and raked his hair in annoyance.

Zhou Yanchen looked as if he was alive, gently shook the wine glass in his hand and said in a deep voice: "When will you give me the money?"

Shan Yan glared, "You really plan to have it? No?"

"I won, why don't you?" Zhou Yanchen sneered, took a sip of wine, "Call it into my account, tomorrow. If you lose one day, you will get interest."

"Tsk tsk! You really know how to do business!" Shan Yan gritted his teeth and waved to Elena.

He kissed the female companion's face and said, "Let's go, let's go downstairs."

"Are there any surprises?" Ilena asked with a smile.

Shan Yan raised his eyebrows and patted her buttocks, "You will know if you go down."

Sheng Xingwen took Chen Qiaoan and Shan Yan took Yilena to go down first.

Zhou Yanchen took Mo Xiran back to the room and put on his coat, and then took the elevator downstairs.

In the yard behind the hotel, as soon as I went out, Mo Xiran saw two large boxes.
To be continued...