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

"Let me go, I know where everything is."

Nan Jiaojiao didn't put hot water in her room. She went to the wing opposite, which was her small yard. She usually had friends over, so the guest room was just for them.

She came back with a basin of hot water. Bo Yanqing came out to look for her, took the basin and returned to the room.

He took one of Sissi's feet out from the quilt, took off his sock, wiped it back and forth with hot water, down to the toes, and then replaced it with the other one.

Nan Jiaojiao was watching from the side. After he finished wiping, she bent down to carry the basin.

Bo Yanqing helped her. He carried the basin with one hand, put his other hand on the back of her hand, and then hooked her palm, gesturing for her to follow him out.

He went to the other side to put his things away, and then came out to find her.

"Where's the kitchen?"

"Aren't you full?"

Bo Yanqing said, "It's hard to take care of you two. I just prepared to eat. I don't dare to stay like your master and Miss Lu."

Nan Jiaojiao chuckled twice, "Come with me. Before eating, I went to the kitchen and took a look. I have my hands to roll the noodles. I asked Aunt Mou to save some noodles and braised pork for me, and I'll cook them for you."

Bo Yanqing hooked her little finger, tossed it, took it and held her, he looked at her funny, "You cook?"

Nan Jiaojiao hummed: "I can still boil water and cook noodles!"

"I'll cook and I'll serve you."

"Mr. Bo, pay attention to your wording." Bo Yanqing raised his eyebrows, "Which sentence is wrong? Is the service used inappropriately?"

She bit her lip, as if there was nothing wrong, but the tone in which he said those words, with a smile, was clearly teasing.

"I-I don't care about you."

Bo Yanqing laughed softly and stopped as soon as he was satisfied.

At this time, there was no one in the kitchen. Nan Jiaojiao took him in and rushed to boil the water. She stayed by the side and rolled out the noodles as soon as they started to bubble.

Bo Yanqing didn't stop her, but quickly mixed the two bowls of braised pork.

Nan Jiaojiao saw it, and she gave him some from her bowl. She only had one chopstick between the noodles and gave him the rest.

She was full, so she just had a few bites with him to suit the occasion.

There is a persimmon tree outside the kitchen, with only a few branches left. Under the tree is a wooden table and a small round stool. When you look up, you can see a small pond.

Jiang Yu likes antique houses very much. Wuyuan was an old house at the beginning, and part of it was preserved during the renovation. Every corner was designed by Jiang Yu himself. Many places were even copied from Qingcheng's South House, which is not that long. However, she divorced Nan Lao after giving birth to the child. Why should Nan Lao enjoy the house she designed herself, so she confidently built a small Nan house.

"No wonder, many places look familiar to me. Grandpa still keeps Mr. Jiang's designs. Why did he leave?"

Nan Jiaojiao bit her chopsticks, "My master regretted it after giving birth to the child. She felt that getting married was meaningless. Men would only affect the speed of her making money. She also had to share the bed with others, so she took care of the child for a few days. She didn't want to live with that. I live a life of being trapped in a big house, wanting to escape even before my confinement is over. I heard the old man in the south house mentioned that when the master put the divorce agreement in front of grandpa, grandpa's face almost split."

"He wanted to keep him, but he couldn't even say the soft words he prepared. My master asked him, he had already left home, and even gave him a child. If there was anything he wasn't satisfied with, he could find another one while he was young. She can't, she can't just find one, give up all the puppies for one man, she will suffer a loss in this life." (End of Chapter)