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

Chapter 1169 Warmth
He was about to take the soup, and saw that there was less soup in the box, and he could put half a finger in it.

It is estimated that the Pei family was also afraid that she would be unreliable, so they spilled all over the place when they were hot, and they didn't put much in it, but the soup was full of ingredients.

Afterwards, Bo Yanqing didn't take a single step away, he just stood by and taught Nan Jiaojiao how to cook. Occasionally, when she ran out of the kitchen, Bo Yanqing would gently turn the pot twice to avoid burning the pot, and turned off the fire when he was about to When Sheng came out, Nan Jiaojiao suddenly ran in, snatched the spatula, and glared at him.

"Didn't I tell you not to move, what a mess!"

Bo Yanqing? ? ?
Who made trouble?
Nan Jiaojiao pushed him out and told him to sit by the dining table and wait.

"Just wait and eat, I'll do it, hot food is so simple, I will."

Bo Yanqing was worried, and warned: "Walk slowly when serving dishes, don't burn yourself."

"I know, I know!"

I almost called him long-winded.

Nan Jiaojiao listened to the persuasion, she walked slowly, moved all the dishes over just a few steps away, and went to the cabinet excitedly to get two small bowls.

Then look left and right, always feel that something is missing.

"what happened?"

She stared around, and finally caught a glimpse of the empty bowl, "Where's the rice?"

"Look for it, see if you still have it in your pocket."

"It's gone, I took it out," Nan Jiaojiao paused, "I remembered, I felt that I couldn't fit it, so I took out the lunch box on the top. It's rice!"

Bo Yanqing wasn't surprised at all, but he didn't dare to add drama to himself, for fear of embarrassing her.

"Why don't I cook it, where do I put the rice?"

Bo Yanqing grabbed her hand, "Just eat like this, there are a lot of dishes, and you can be full without rice."

"That's a lot of work just eating vegetables, I'll be fine soon."

Bo Yanqing clasped her hand, "Honey, it's ten o'clock now."

Nan Jiaojiao bent down, grabbed his hand and looked at his watch. Really, she scratched her hair and sat down next to him, "Then eat, you 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 and ate them first, and Nan Jiaojiao filled up the empty places for him.

She has been particularly immersed in the sense of accomplishment in taking care of him recently. Anyway, she didn't help much. Bo Yanqing mostly teased her. She didn't know it. He also wanted to cooperate with him and eat more, but it was too much. I guess it would take When she couldn't eat any more, Nan Jiaojiao came over to bring food, but he blocked it with chopsticks.

"Enough, I'm full."

"Ah, are you full?" Nan Jiaojiao put the piece of beef brisket back into her bowl, glanced at what was left in his bowl, "Then you eat what's in the bowl."

Bo Yanqing obeyed her, and when the dishes were finished, he sat aside and waited for her. When she was full, he planned to collect the bowls and chopsticks, but Nan Jiaojiao moved faster than him, grabbed them and took them into the kitchen to wash.

Bo Yanqing leaned back and leaned back in the seat, his eyes followed Nan Jiaojiao, his black eyes were slightly curved, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, suddenly he felt that this should be the feeling of home.

It doesn't need so many people, just him and Nan Jiaojiao, simply, sleeping together and eating three meals a day.

He looked at it for a while, sorted out the leftover dishes, and poured the food with only a few yuan left into a bag. She didn't like waste, so she took the leftovers downstairs to feed the stray cats and dogs.

When Nan Jiaojiao came out, she happened to see it, and she put away the dishes to wash. She washed it the first time, and Bo Yanqing cleaned it the second time, and then wiped the water clean with a dry rag.

"Your godmother is Mr. Pei's mother?"

(End of this chapter)