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Chapter 439 Little Baozi's Strategy (1)

"Hee hee." Gong An retracted her little hand, obediently got down from her seat, and ran to the bathroom.

Qing Yun took off her coat, sat down, and looked at the seven or eight dishes on the table, feeling a little dissatisfied.

"I haven't cooked for a long time, and I feel that I have regressed, and the color is not as good as before."

Although the butler didn't eat it, but with its color and arrangement, it was obvious that he was a master of cooking.

"Miss Qing's craftsmanship seems to be very good."

"I used to cook almost all the dishes at home. I have been cooking since I was 15 years old. Practice makes perfect."

"You, you started cooking at the age of 15?" The housekeeper felt unbelievable, a lot of girls nowadays can't cook.

"Yes, my mother goes out to work, and I basically do all the housework."

"Then you were very sensible when you were young."

Qing Yun's smile paused, "No way."

Gong Shuo, who was sitting by the side, was about to say something when he heard Gong Ani's voice running over, and swallowed back what he wanted to say.

Give the maid a look, "Give the little princess a bowl of rice, fill it up."

Maid: "OK."

Gong Hui has her exclusive seat, but today she refuses to follow her, and sits next to Qing Yun with a bowl, "Auntie, let's sit together."

Qing Yun gave her a piece of carrot, "This one is highly nutritious, eat more."

"Okay!" Although Gong An is only four years old, she no longer needs to be fed every day, and almost eats by herself.

Although the movements are a little uncoordinated, and a lot of food will be dropped on the table after one bite, but at any rate, it is getting better every day.

When Qing Yun was about to take a bowl to hold the rice, Gong Hui stretched out her hand to stop her, "What are you eating, you drink."

After saying that, he winked at the butler.

The butler first glanced at Gong Shuo, and seeing that he had no objection, he opened the rare red wine and poured each a glass for Gong Shuo and Qing Yun.

"Miss Qing, drink some wine first."

"Yes, yes, let's have a drink." Gong Hui nodded repeatedly, and enthusiastically handed over the wine glass.

Qingyun didn't want to drink it at first, but seeing this, she still took it, "It smells delicious."

Gong Anhui's small mouth can be sweet at times, "My father is usually reluctant to drink it, but when you came, he asked me to take it out."

"." Gong Shuo had a question mark on his face, when did he let her take it out?
Just about to say something, Gong Hui blinked at him non-stop.

Then for some reason, he didn't say what he wanted to deny.

He picked up the cup by himself, drank several sips in one breath, and then stopped looking here.

Qing Yun saw that Gong Shuo had been drinking and didn't pick up food, so she couldn't help asking: "Why don't you eat food, because you think my cooking is not delicious?"

Gong Shuo looked up at her, without the sarcasm he imagined, he picked up the chopsticks and picked up a nearby plate of stir-fried beef with chili.

Put it in your mouth, taste it a few times, "It's edible."

"Eh, it's obviously delicious." Gong An retorted, "Look, you eat it and pick it up."

"." Gong Shuo ignored her words, and drank his red wine again, "It's getting late, eat quickly, and go back to your room to take a shower."

Gong Hui nodded repeatedly, knowing that staying here would steal the topic.

Because I can't help but chatter non-stop.

Then he lowered his head and picked up the rice at a high speed.

That action was fast.

Seeing that Qing Yun frowned, "Slow down, your father never told you to go so fast, be careful not to choke."

Gong Hui's mouth was covered with rice, and her round face looked like eating a small balloon.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo."

After speaking, he buried his head and continued.

(End of this chapter)