Chapter 1169 Warmth
He was about to take the soup, but when he saw that the soup in the box was relatively small, he could still put half a finger in it.
I guess the Pei family was also afraid that she would be unreliable. When she took it out to heat, it spilled everywhere. They didn’t put much in it, but the soup was packed full of ingredients.
After that, Bo Yanqing didn't take a step. He stood by and taught Nan Jiaojiao how to cook. Occasionally, she ran out of the kitchen, and Bo Yanqing would lightly stir the pot twice to avoid burning it. When it was almost done, he would turn off the fire. After turning it off, and just as he was about to serve it out, Nan Jiaojiao suddenly ran in, snatched away the spatula, and glared at him.
“Didn’t I tell you not to move? What a mess!”
Bo Yanqing? ? ?
Who is causing trouble?
Nan Jiaojiao pushed him out and asked him to sit at the dining table and wait.
“Just wait and eat, I’ll do it. Hot dishes are as simple as this, I know how to do it.”
Bo Yanqing was worried and warned: “Walk slowly when serving dishes. Don’t burn yourself.”
"I know, I know!"
I almost scolded him for being long-winded.
Nan Jiaojiao listened to the advice. She walked slowly, just a few steps away, moved the dishes over, and happily went to the cabinet to get two small bowls.
Then I looked left and right, and I always felt that I was missing something.
“What’s wrong?”
She looked around and finally caught a glimpse of the empty bowl, "Where's the rice?"
"Look to see if there's anything else in your pocket."
"It's gone, I'll take it all. "It's out," Nan Jiaojiao paused, "I remembered, I felt it couldn't fit anymore, so I took out the lunch box on top. That box contained rice!"
Bo Yanqing was not surprised at all, but he did not dare to add drama to himself for fear of embarrassing her.
"How about I cook it? Where do you put the rice?"
Bo Yanqing grabbed her hand and said, "Just eat like this. There are a lot of vegetables. You can still be full without eating rice." "Then it's hard to just eat vegetables. I'll be fine soon."
Bo Yanqing clasped her hand, "Honey, it's already ten o'clock now."
Nan Jiaojiao bent down, grabbed his hand and looked at his watch. Really, she scratched her hair and stood next to him Sit down and say, "Well, let's eat. Eat more."
Bo Yanqing responded: "Okay."
Nan Jiaojiao kept picking up vegetables for him, and his bowl was almost full. He picked the big ones to eat first, and Nan Jiaojiao filled the empty space for him.
She has been particularly immersed in the sense of accomplishment in taking care of him recently. Anyway, she doesn’t help much. Bo Yanqing mostly teases her and plays with her. She doesn’t know that he also wants to cooperate and eat more, but it is too much. It was too much, and when he thought he might not be able to eat anymore, Nan Jiaojiao came over to pick up some food, but he blocked it with chopsticks.
“That’s enough, I’m full.”
“Ah, are you full?” Nan Jiaojiao put the piece of beef brisket back into her bowl and glanced at what was left in his bowl At that point, "Then you eat what's in the bowl."
Bo Yanqing obeyed her. After finishing the food, he sat aside and waited for her. When she was full, he planned to put away the bowl and chopsticks. Nan Jiao Jiao moved faster than him, snatched it and took it into the kitchen to wash.
Bo Yanqing leaned back and leaned in the seat. His eyes followed Nan Jiaojiao. His dark eyes slightly curved and the corners of his lips curled up. He suddenly felt that this should feel like home.
There are not so many people, just him and Nan Jiaojiao, it is simple, they sleep together and wake up together, and have three meals a day.
He looked at it for a while, sorted out the leftover dishes, and poured only a few pieces of vegetables into a bag. She didn't like waste, so she took the unfinished food downstairs to feed stray cats and dogs.
When Nan Jiaojiao came out, she happened to see it. She put the dishes away and washed them. She washed them the first time, and Bo Yanqing cleaned them a second time, and then wiped the water clean with a dry rag.
“Your godmother, is Mr. Pei’s mother?”
(End of this chapter)