Cute, you are wild

Chapter 59 Don't Have You?
Shen Tian looked in the direction of her finger, and suddenly her head drooped, "Why is it pooping again, every day except eating, pooping, this is a dog? I suspect that Xu Qiancheng gave me a pig."

Qiao Ai smiled helplessly, "Dogs just eat, drink, and sleep."

"..." There was no way to refute.

After eating the snacks in her hand, Shen Tian got up reluctantly, walked towards the chocolate, and cleaned up the excrement on the grass with the portable plastic bag she carried. She opened three packs of wet wipes, and repeatedly Wipe it several times.

Qiao Ai also stopped thinking about those miscellaneous things. After thinking about it now, it is indeed too early.

In the evening with Shen Tianlang, she sent Shen Tian and chocolates to the house, and then took the bus home.

Jiang Sheng has already set up a table of sumptuous and delicious dinner, all cooked by himself, and the appearance is very attractive.

Qiao Ai put the backpack back in the room, washed her hands, and hurried to the restaurant.

"Try it quickly." Jiang Sheng handed her the bowl and chopsticks, and said with a smile, "I haven't made it for a long time. I don't know how it tastes."

"It must be delicious." After Qiao Ai finished speaking, she picked up a piece of braised pork, but the taste of her mouth shocked her, and she didn't even have the desire to chew.

This braised pork is so salty that it can kill people.

She glanced at Jiang Sheng, and found that he was looking at her. She swallowed the meat in her mouth forcefully with a 'gudong', and quickly picked up a bowl to fill the soup, but the soup was saltier than braised pork.

A mouthful of soup was poured into her mouth, and she almost spit it out.

Jiang Sheng looked at her in surprise, and saw that her little face turned blue and white, "It's hard to eat?"

"..."

More than that!

She finally understood why Jiang Che's cooking was so unpalatable. Even the cooking class couldn't save him. It seemed that he had inherited Jiang Sheng's poor cooking skills.

The father and son are good at everything except dark cooking.

"Why don't you talk, it's really so bad?" Jiang Sheng muttered, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of braised pork and put it into his mouth.

Seeing a whole piece of braised pork roll to the ground, Jiang Sheng couldn't laugh or cry.

He has always been unable to grasp the amount of seasoning, either too much or too little, and he never put it properly anyway.

"It's too salty to eat." He said knowingly.

However, it is a pity that this whole table of dishes is wasted like this, but there is no way.

"I'll order you takeaway." He said, and took out his mobile phone, but Qiao Ai said, "No, one bite of food is two bites of rice, it's edible."

"No, no, the child is growing up, so he can't eat too much salt."

Jiang Sheng insisted, but Qiao Ai chose to accept silently.

In the next few days, Qiao Ai would not let Jiang Sheng and Jiang Che cook unless she was watching. During the New Year's Eve dinner, Qiao Ai even directed Jiang Sheng and Jiang Che to be busy in the kitchen while looking at the recipes, lest they Put condiments in disorder again.

With her supervision, this Spring Festival has a decent, at least edible, reunion dinner.

Years later, Jiang Sheng was going back to work, and the flight ticket was booked at 08:30 in the evening. At five o'clock, Qiao Ai went out with him, and sent Jiang Sheng to the airport with Jiang Che.

They ate something at the airport, then watched Jiang Sheng pass the security check before leaving.

On the way back, Qiao Ai murmured, "When will Uncle Jiang arrive?"

"tomorrow morning."

"When is he next coming back?"

"uncertain."

"Is he always away?"

"Ah."

"Then you are usually alone?"

Jiang Che turned his head and glanced at her, then smiled, "Isn't there you?"

"Too."

Qiao Ai smiled, feeling inexplicably good.

(End of this chapter)