Chapter 263

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When Zhou Jesse rode past the villa, she seemed to be able to smell the fragrance. At this moment, the old lady had already started steaming steamed buns in the kitchen. Now there are not only two nannies at home to help, but also Meizi, Jesse's Japanese assistant.

Zhou Jesse took a glance from the window and went in. She also saw Tian Tian standing beside her, with a lovely finger on the corner of her mouth. From time to time, he wiped the saliva from the mouth with his hand, and his big eyes kept staring at the steamer there, in which the desire almost turned into substance almost blinded Jesse Zhou.

In the face of such a lively event, of course, Saiya is indispensable. Now the little orangutan is standing on the high chair in front of the middle island platform in the kitchen, eating the fried chicken that the old lady or the nanny put in front of him, but now the typical way is to eat the bowl and look at the pot.

After eating fried chicken and licking his fingers, he would stare at the smoking steamer, with a curious look on his face, but also a trace of cunning. I don't know what he is thinking! According to Jessie Zhou's idea, he was thinking about whether he was thinking about not eating too much, leaving some appetite to eat this smoking thing later.

Saiya is a big eater from morning till night. His favorite food is hiding food on the roof of the villa in Jesse's house. Fortunately, after a period of practice, this guy now knows which ones can be hidden and which ones need to be put in the refrigerator.

So sometimes when Jessie Zhou can't find it, he shouts at the roof, and then he can see that this guy has some food in his mouth and runs out. He pretended to have nothing on his face and fiddled with his hair in front of him. He was very funny.

Sometimes Jessie Zhou is strange, not that dogs like to bury food or funny things. How come the orangutans have come to this way? Now, and with enough food at home, zhuya is still going to find a place to hide and eat?

Do animals also find it a strange pleasure to steal food? It's a pity that Jessie Zhou is not an expert in animal behavior, so he doesn't think about it any more. Since this little guy likes to hide, let him.

Although the kitchen of Zhou JieXi's family is really big, it's been a long time for many people, so the old lady took Wancai Wanfu and their three Tibetan Mastiffs outside. These dogs are eating a pot of beef. Even after seeing Jesse Zhou yelling at him, he was still waiting for his response. Seeing that Jesse Zhou didn't mean to come over, he lowered his head and went to eat their lunch!

"It feels like this thing is asking me to eat?" Jessie Zhou is a little funny to get rid of this idea. Then he sent Zhuifeng to the horse farm first, and after preparing a portion of food for him, he was ready to go back.

In the distance, Sith saw Jesse Zhou, waved his hand there, and came over with a small step, saying, "Hey, boss, today, I'm going to run around with chasing the wind." Sith warmly said hello to Jesse Zhou.

"Ha ha... Yeah, I took him for a run in the morning. This bad boy is a horse with a big temper now. If I have one or two days at home and ignore him, I can hardly ride on it! " Jessie Zhou went over and hit Sith on the chest hand in hand, then said to him.

"Indeed, Zhuifeng is not an ordinary horse now." Sith also said with emotion. At this time, he refers to the intelligence and temper of Zhuifeng. Although the horse is very intelligent, it also has a big temper.

Zhou Jesse also knew what Sith was saying, so he replied, "yes, he has a good temper." Jessie Zhou also said with a smile, but there was a trace of pride and doting in her words.

"But I see that the mares are very fond of them, but the pursuit of the wind has not paid attention to them. Does he still want not to pair? What a strange horse!" Sith said to Jesse Zhou with a puzzled look.

"Well, I have to think of a way to do it. My pursuit of wind is so good that I believe its next generation will also be a great guy!" Zhou JieXi pretended to be a little worried and a little proud, and said that this is the attitude of a group of good horse farmers or rich people.

Simply because Jesse Zhou's acting skills have become perfect through practice, it will do well. Anyway, Sith didn't see the strategy in Jesse Zhou's eyes.

"Hey, Sith, come and help." A cowboy in the distance suddenly said to Sith. Sith had a look. There was something wrong with him.

Zhou JieXi also listened to the voice, and felt that he still wanted to reflect that as a good boss, he still wanted to ask, "do you need my help?"

"Thank you, boss. I think we can handle the work." Sith said to Jesse Zhou, this is their job. Of course, we can't trouble Jesse Zhou. Otherwise, what else would he do? We have to pay them. We just can't do it ourselves.

What's more, it's really a small problem. However, the boss was a little moved by his ability to speak at this time. At least this boss is not the kind of cold-blooded boss who only scolds and exploits employees.

"All right. Go ahead and call me or call Atwood if you need to! "

Sith nodded to show that he knew, and then went there to do something.

Jessie looked at nothing and walked back. It was time to have lunch. Now, Jessie is thinking about her family's steamed stuffed buns. The old lady used the beef from the farm, plus some ingredients from the farm and the space of Jesse Zhou. Just writing about the best ingredients combination, Jessie began to think about it!

This is not the two yuan bun or five or six yuan bun that Jesse Chou ate on the roadside in his previous life. The products are not only small, but not delicious. The more they are made, the worse they taste. In the end, the more expensive they are bought. They really belong to my father.

But when Jessie Chou ate fifty cents a bun as a child, it tasted great. It's a pity that Jessie Zhou didn't have any extra money at that time. He can buy at most two of those big steamed buns at a time, which he can often eat. His mouth is full of oil and his aftertaste is endless.

Unfortunately, later on, the steamed buns on the street began to get smaller and smaller, and the price was also increasing a lot. The times are progressing. Jesse knows and understands inflation these weeks. But what's hateful is that these steamed buns are getting worse and worse. Sometimes Jesse Chou even has a strange taste when he drinks them with soy milk.