Chapter 732

Mo Boyuan didn't say anything more. He carefully picked up the packaged shrimp and looked at it. He probably wanted to find the manual.

Unfortunately, there is nothing on it.

"I'll go out and ask. You stay still."

"Yes."

In the yard.

Moboyuan asked the staff, but most of them are men. How can you understand this?

"I... don't know."

"Brother Mo, I don't know."

Men are at home, either their mother or their wife. A gentleman is far away from the kitchen, okay?

Moboyuan asked around, and finally found a female staff member who asked about the method.

Then he went back to the place where he had taken the ingredients and happened to meet Ye's father and son.

"Uncle Mo, good morning."

"Stone early."

"Director Mo, aren't you the first? What are you doing back?" Ye Hao is good at everything, but he talks a little more.

Mo Boyuan has been used to it since yesterday:

"Come and find some ginger and scallion."

Ye Hao said:

"Does Mo Dao know ginger and onion?"

The prince, who really doesn't eat human fireworks, should not know him?

But this time, Ye Hao was really wrong.

Although Mo Boyuan can't do this, he still knows it.

Can the Mohists allow their children to make jokes without dividing grain after they go out?

Under the eyes of Ye Hao's father and son, Mo Boyuan accurately grabbed a handle of ginger, a few garlic and a handful of green onions. When passing Ye Hao, he deliberately raised the things in his hand before leaving.

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In room 5, after Mo Boyuan came back, he went directly into the nearby kitchen. The kitchen also received tap water. He found out the knife, kitchen board and dishes, washed them and put them on the table.

Then he began to make ginger, scallion and garlic. After that, he found a pot and washed it with water. Then he took half a pot of water, put it on the stove and opened fire.

It's much more convenient to have water and electricity.

At least, you don't have to find firewood and burn a fire.

Then it's really

I have to thank the national poverty alleviation policy in recent years, which has enabled most rural areas throughout the country to have water and electricity. The once difficult muddy roads have also been paved, all of which are cement roads.

After pouring more than half of the ginger and a few onions, he threw them into the pot and boiled them. He shouted to the house not far away:

"Mo Zhining, bring me something."

When the little guy heard the noise in the room, he quickly took a bag of noodles and a box of shrimps on the table:

"Dad, here you are."

After Mo Boyuan took it, he put the shrimps on the vegetable board, and then cut open the box with a knife and the plastic bag with vacuum inside.

There are about ten shrimps in the whole box.

Moboyuan also threw down the pot and looked at the time watch on his wrist.

Don't expect if it's delicious.

Just cook it anyway.

Don't ask so much.

The little guy took it seriously:

"Dad, when will it be ready?" asked.

Ask, the saliva is almost flowing out.

I really want to eat. I'm so hungry.

Moboyuan whitened his eyes:

"Fifteen minutes later."

It should be almost.

The little guy broke his fingers and calculated how long it would be for 15 minutes, but he didn't break it clearly for a long time.

How many seconds is a minute, 60 seconds, 15 minutes?

This is too much beyond my current understanding.

I can't figure it out. The villain doesn't tangle anymore. He obediently stands aside and looks at his father.

Moboyuan's mouth was hooked. In fact, he suddenly felt that this was also good.

It feels very different from usual.

Although it's tiring, it's acceptable.