The little girl who prayed to Buddha

Chapter 250 He Jinglian Cooks

He Jinglian was speechless.

He has said so, what else can he do?
I can only bear the pain myself.

"Since that's the case, I won't argue with you."

The old man was satisfied and asked the clerk to pack up.

The clerk looked at them with starry eyes and roared in his heart.

These two women are so happy!

Did you save the galaxy in your previous life?
If she met someone who was willing to buy her luxury goods, she would definitely wake up laughing in her dreams.

And this price...

She was a little dizzy looking at the pile of coins behind her.

She really doesn't understand the world of rich people!

After the old man and Qin Zeqing left, Wei Xueyan came over.

"Why are you here?"

He Jinglian frowned irritably, "Nothing, let's go."

Wei Xueyan looked at him suspiciously.

Today I asked him to go shopping with me and he agreed without hesitation, but when we arrived he came here first.

His originally high spirits now looked dejected.

There must be something fishy!
Wei Xueyan chased after him and asked curiously, "Son, what happened? Why do you look so unhappy?"

He Jinglian didn't really want to say it, but he felt really aggrieved, so he told her what had just happened.

puff--

Wei Xueyan sprayed out all the juice she had just taken a sip of.

He asked in disbelief, "What did you say? Your Grandpa Qin snatched the jewelry you were going to give to Xiao Xiao and wanted to give it to Qin Ting?"

He Jinglian nodded dejectedly. Was it necessary to say such an embarrassing thing?

Wei Xueyan coughed twice and suddenly didn't know what to say.

Her silly son!

Anyway, the jewelry will eventually be worn by the same person, so why rush?

But she would not tell him the truth easily.

Instead, she comforted him, "It's okay. Since you can't buy jewelry, just buy something else. You always know what Xiaoxiao likes, right?"

He Jinglian's expression became even worse, and he gritted his teeth and said word by word: "She likes to eat!"

Wei Xueyan choked and said, "Then just make something delicious!" Her unintentional words suddenly gave He Jinglian inspiration.

Yup!

Xiaoxiao loves to eat delicious food the most. If I make a lot of food to capture her stomach, won’t she be even more dependent on me?

He Jinglian's eyes lit up and he thought it was a good idea.

I started tinkering with it after I got home.

Take out the recipe you bought and follow it.

When Mr. He came downstairs, he was coughing from the smoke and asked the housekeeper who was enduring beside him, "Is there a fire in the kitchen? Why is there so much smoke?"

The housekeeper laughed bitterly, "There's no fire, it's the young master cooking!"

Mr. He was stunned.

He Jinglian? Cooking?

What a joke!
This is going to blow up his house!
He waved his hand helplessly and said, "Go and see how he is. If he's not okay, tell him to stop."

The housekeeper went to take a look and when he came back he found Mr. He outside.

"Don't worry, sir. It's just a little smokey. It's nothing serious."

"Then go open all the doors and windows!" He walked a few steps further away. "This is simply not a place for people to stay! I don't know what he's doing!"

The housekeeper covered his mouth and went to open the window.

What else can I do? To make this beautiful woman smile!

The housekeeper knew what was going on, but he wasn't the type to meddle in other people's business.

He Jinglian tinkered in the kitchen for an entire afternoon and finally made a cake that looked okay. Satisfied, he sent a text message to Xiaoxiao.

[Come out at night, there will be a surprise.]
Xiaoxiao quickly replied to the text message with a cute OK.

He Jinglian smiled, but when he saw the messy kitchen, he got a headache again.

How should we deal with this?

Just when he didn't know what to do, the butler came in.

"Master, if you are done, please leave. I will clean up here."

"Thank you, Herbert!"

Of course He Jinglian would not refuse. She took the packed cake and went out, carefully placing it in a safe place in her room.

This was the result of his entire afternoon's work. He didn't know how much flour and eggs he wasted to make it, and he almost blew up the oven.

(End of this chapter)