The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 1168 Hot Dishes
"My godmother went on a trip. I rode a horse with my grandfather there. I've had dinner. Have you eaten?"

Bo Yanqing shook his head, "Not yet."

"Then I'll do it for you!"

Bo Yanqing raised his eyebrows, looked at her with a smile and begged for mercy, "Forget it, let me come, what do you want to eat?"

He went to the kitchen, intending to look through the refrigerator.

Nan Jiaojiao actually had to trot behind to catch up with him. It's only been a few days, and he's become one. His clothes are neatly dressed, and the gauze wrapped inside can't be seen at all.

"I brought it back!"

Nan Jiaojiao raised the two big bags she was carrying in her hand at him, then leaned close to him and said, "I said it was delicious, so grandpa asked the kitchen to make one for me. Bring it back."

Bo Yanqing breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought you really wanted to cook."

He immediately thought of her past achievements and those two bloody steaks.

Nan Jiaojiao stared, "If I warm up the dishes, it means I'm cooking!"

Bo Yanqing laughed, "Yes, you are right."

Nan Jiaojiao shook her head in satisfaction, put down her things, then helped him to the sofa, and carefully protected him to sit down, "Watch TV for a while, I'll be fine soon."

She found the remote control, put it in his hand, and then snatched it away, probably because she thought he couldn't even use the remote control, so she enthusiastically called out Peppa Pig for him.

Bo Yanqing was sitting in the living room with a group of pigs. He didn't have the heart to look at it. He turned slightly and looked towards the open kitchen.

Nan Jiaojiao was wearing an apron and was busy talking. She took two pots at first and poured the oil on them confidently. The oil didn't even heat up, but it started to smoke, so she put the meat and vegetables in it. As a result, there was a stab, and she backed away in fright, the spatula in her hand was like a defensive weapon.

Bo Yanqing wanted to get up immediately, but forgot to take his crutches, and fell back on the sofa. He didn't know where he landed, and gasped in pain.

He suppressed his voice so that she wouldn't hear the movement, and after taking a breath, he said, "Jiaojiao, you don't need to add oil to hot dishes, and you don't need to turn on the fire so much."

"Huh? What?"

Nan Jiaojiao was like a deaf person, she couldn't hear a word clearly, and the pot was all mushy. She stood in front of a cloud of black smoke that kept rising, as if she was about to turn black at any moment.

Bo Yanqing couldn't sit still, so she walked over with her crutches, pulled her away, and turned off the fire again.

He really wanted to scold her, but when he turned his head, he saw Nan Jiaojiao's dark face, looking at him innocently and blankly.

"You."

Bo Yanqing pointed to the mess in the pot with his eyes, "What is this?"

Nan Jiaojiao stretched her neck and took a look, "I don't know, it seems to be beef tenderloin with black pepper."

"You can heat the dishes like this, it's just..."

Nan Jiaojiao rushed over in two steps, grabbed his arm, and blinked.

Bo Yanqing immediately changed his words: "It's okay, I'll do it."

"No! You're injured, you can't hold a spatula, you stand by and teach me, I'll do it."

Bo Yanqing was really guilty and didn't dare to let her move, but Nan Jiaojiao was afraid that he would snatch it, so she picked up the pot and poured out the waste vegetables, washed them clean and put them back.

She took out both bags of vegetables, and spread out the lunch boxes one by one.

Ask: "Which one should be heated first?"

"Soup, it's easy to wash the pot."

"Good."

Nan Jiaojiao opened the soup box, and Bo Yanqing subconsciously helped her, for fear that she might not hold it steady.

(End of this chapter)