The Almighty Little Chef

"I have something to do at home, I'll go back first." Wu Jiangyue left with a smile, and her face drooped when she turned around.

Jiang Xiaofei is really capable. She has tossed so much in less than two days. Does this take them all as stepping stones, stepping on them to climb up, not afraid of falling to pieces?

Gu Zhe didn't move, waiting for Duanmuhong to move first. If Duanmuhong wants him, he wants it, and if he refuses, he also wants...

This pastry made by Jiang Xiaofei was quite in line with Gu Zhe's taste, but Gu Zhe did not speak out of face.

"Hahaha, just right, she doesn't want to fight with me anymore, I want it, thank you Mr. Hamu, Mr. Zhao and the concubine." Duanmuhong could see that Mr. Hamu didn't have any bad thoughts. The rest doesn't matter, it's better than a dead, strange-smelling meal anyway.

"Then take it away, and remember to send the basket back later." Jiang Xiaofei handed the rest to Duanmuhong.

"Cough cough!" Gu Zhe stern face, there is still a big living person here, what's the matter with you!

Jiang Xiaofei froze when she handed over the basket and Duanmuhong took it.

"There's also Xiao Gu, Xiao Gu can take some away too, Xiaofei, help to pack two baskets." Zhao Ran saw Gu Zhe's careful thinking and said with a smile.

"Here, remember to return the basket." Jiang Xiaofei handed it to Gu Zhe.

Will he miss another broken basket? Gu Zhe snorted, "I see, thank you Teacher Zhao and Teacher Hamu." Only Jiang Xiaofei was left behind.

Jiang Xiaofei blinked her eyes and said nothing.

"What do you two want for lunch?" Jiang Xiaofei asked, rolling up her sleeves to prepare for cooking.

"I don't pick anything, I eat everything." Teacher Hamu was excited when he heard Jiang Xiaofei say what to eat.

"Eat, eat, and eat." Zhao Ran glared at Hamu, obviously still angry about what happened just now.

Jiang Xiaofei looked at the relationship between the two and felt like an old husband and wife. One was like a wife who disliked her husband in various ways, and the other was a very cowardly and strict wife.

"Little Concubine, let's cook the rice for two of us. You can make some cakes. You don't need to add one more plate to the family. Send it to the three of them. What they have just sold is the leftovers. It's not very good." Zhao Ran told Jiang Xiaofei. Say.

It was also because Zhao Ran liked Jiang Xiaofei that she was willing to say a few words, otherwise she would not have spent the effort.

"What's wrong..." Hamu muttered and wanted to continue, bowing his head under Zhao Ran's angry eyes.

"A handful of people who are older than others do not have brains, little concubine, don't listen to him."

"Well, Mr. Zhao, I understand, cooking is easy, and soon, you have been busy all morning, go and rest." Jiang Xiaofei pushed the two out.

"Come with me!" Zhao Ran looked at Hamu who was smirking, dragged him into the house with his ears, and stopped the photographer from outside.

"Hey, elder sister! What are you doing!" Hamu started shouting as soon as he entered the room.

"What else are you doing? I see that you are letting yourself go more and more."

Hamu sat there obediently and was trained like his grandson.

Hamu and Zhao Ran are cousins ​​and younger brothers. This is a private identity, because the two are in the photography industry and the comedy world, and they have never exposed it, but few people know the real relationship between the two.

Hamu has always performed well, but this time I don't know whether it's because Jiang Xiaofei feels very comfortable or because she is captured by Jiang Xiaofei's cooking skills, and she is getting more and more free. As a sister, she has to mention it.