Young Madam Li hacked you again

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Mo came out of the kitchen and interrupted Li Jingchen and Zong Qi with a smile: "Stop chatting, come over for dinner."

Zongqi paused and looked at her.

For the convenience of cooking, Zhou Mo pulled up all her hair, the apron she was wearing was splashed with oil, and her pretty face seemed to be baked red by the strong fire, making her look no longer Be that sassy jewelry designer, and be like a cute little home lady.

Zong Qi stared blankly unconsciously.

"Don't stand still, come here!" Zhou Mo couldn't wait to show off his cooking skills, so he walked over immediately, took Zong Qi's hand, and greeted Li Jingchen by the way.

After Li Jingchen straightened up, he came to the door and knocked, and said to the two little guys who were obsessed with raising fish, "It's time to eat."

"Oh." After An An put down the fish food, she took Xiao Mian to the bathroom to wash her hands, then followed Li Jingchen to the kitchen.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, An An smelled a bitter smell, and couldn't help but look around: "What's the smell? Why is it weird?"

"Uh..." Zhou Mo, who was pulling Zong Qi into the kitchen, subconsciously blocked the trash can, and said to An An, "It came from outside, right, Wanwan?"

Lu Wanwan didn't expose her: "Well, it should be."

Zhou Mo then continued: "Today, I specially asked Wanwan to teach me how to cook a few dishes. Everyone give me face, taste it, and then tell me what needs to be improved. After all, in the future, I want to give it to you every day Zong Qi cooks!"

"Mo'er..." Zong Qi was stunned, and said, "My unit is in charge of the meals, so you don't have to work so hard."

Zhou Mo said: "What's so hard about it? Besides, if Xiao Mian comes to live with us in the future, I can't make her any delicious food, right?"

This also makes sense.

Zong Qi no longer objected.

After several people were seated, Zhou Mo lifted the lid to reveal the dishes on the plate.

Next to each dish, there is an identical dish. Thinking about it, this is the result of Zhou Mo's study, right?

It's just, this dark Kung Pao Chicken, this celery dumpling with exposed stuffing, this burnt steamed pork ribs with black bean sauce...what's going on?

Is this edible?

The eyes of the adults drifted away.

At this time, Lu Wanwan came out with the last dish of steamed fish and said to everyone: "The dishes are all ready, let's start."

Hearing this, everyone raised their chopsticks, wandered between Lu Wanwan's and Zhou Mo's dishes, and picked up Lu Wanwan's dishes without hesitation.

Seeing this, Zhou Mo couldn't help but said: "Don't worry about eating late, try mine too."

Li Jingchen said lightly: "It's enough for me to eat the dishes I cook every night." He didn't want to be poisoned to death yet.

Hearing this, Zhou Mo said angrily, "Whatever you want, come here, An An, Xiao Mian, you eat."

Zhou Mo enthusiastically brought food to the two younger ones, and looked at them expectantly.

An An smelled that strange smell again, emanating from his bowl.

After hesitating for a while, he took a bite out of politeness, but the tip of his tongue became bitter, and he almost didn't spit it out.

An An said in her heart, "Ah, bah, bah, bah!" After a few times, from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Xiao Mian putting Zhou Mo's pork ribs into her mouth, and couldn't bear to say, "Xiao Mian, why don't you lick it first?"

"Huh?" Xiao Mian was used to big mouthfuls of food in the treatment center, so she took a "wow" and put the ribs into her mouth before asking, "Why do you want to lick first?"

In the next second, Xiao Mian knew why.

This salty and bitter taste, like beating Xiao Mian's tongue, made her spit out the ribs involuntarily.

"..." Zhou Mo's expression instantly became very disappointed.

Only Zong Qi, after eating the dishes made by Zhou Mo, did not change his face: "Actually, it's your first time cooking, and it's already very good to be able to do this."

"Really?" Zhou Mo looked at him.

"Well, really." After Zong Qi finished speaking, he picked up the water glass on the table and began to drink water "gurgling".

Seeing this, Zhou Mo said, "Did I make it too salty?"

While eating the delicious food made by Lu Wanwan, Li Jingchen suggested: "Try it yourself, don't you know?"

Zhou Mo picked up the chopsticks, ate a piece of spare ribs, then slowly put down the chopsticks, silently drank a whole glass of water, then picked up the plate, and was about to walk towards the trash can.

Zong Qi subconsciously asked: "Mo'er, what are you doing?"

Zhou Mo said honestly: "I'll go and throw it away, it's too unpalatable."

"It would be a pity if it fell down." Zong Qi said, "Don't worry, I'll eat."

Zhou Mo shook his head and said, "No, don't eat it, I don't want you to go to the hospital for gastric lavage."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Mo really poured out the plate of pork ribs he made.

After she came back, An An comforted her: "Aunt Zhou Mo, don't be sad, you will definitely cook better next time."

Zhou Mo smiled openly at him and said, "There's nothing to be sad about. If it doesn't taste good, it doesn't taste good. Even after I've been a designer for these years, it's impossible for my work to be recognized by everyone."

Seeing that Zhou Mo really didn't care, everyone felt relieved and began to eat the dishes made by Lu Wanwan.

During the period, they also tried what Zhou Mo did next, and seriously gave her suggestions for improvement, all of which were remembered by Zhou Mo.

In a blink of an eye, seeing that Zong Qi only served her cooking, Zhou Mo was both funny and heartbroken. Did he want to silently support her with this kind of behavior?

However, she couldn't bear him to spoil his stomach.

So, she stuck to his ear and said softly: "Zong Qi, why don't you eat something good."

Zong Qi turned his eyes and said to her: "What you did is not bad."

Zhou Mo's heart was sweet, and he couldn't help saying: "Fool."

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After eating, Zong Qi took the initiative to take over the job of washing dishes, saying that it was only fair.

Lu Wanwan looked at Zhou Mo teasingly: "Zong Qi is really enlightened?"

Zhou Mo returned her a smug smile: "I don't even look at who trained it."

While they were talking, Li Jingchen also walked into the kitchen. He and Zong Qi had a clear division of labor. He was in charge of washing Lu Wanwan's dishes, and Zong Qi was in charge of washing Zhou Mo's dishes. No one took advantage of the other.

Zhou Mo invited "Long time to see you": "It's hard to imagine that one day, I can see Li Jingchen washing the dishes with my own eyes!"

After Lu Wanwan smiled, she said to Zhou Mo: "Sister Mo, we've been busy in the kitchen for a long time, let's sit in the living room."

After the two came to the sofa and sat down, Zhou Mo said: "I said, Wanwan, you will come and teach me how to cook more in the future. Xiao Mian only tasted my ribs and spit it out. How can I coax you to eat?" Is she eating?"

Seeing that Zhou Mo was worried, Lu Wanwan couldn't help but said, "There's no way to rush things like cooking. Why don't you hire a nanny? I can take care of the housework for you at ordinary times, and when you're busy with work, you can also help out." Look after Xiaomian."