Chapter 735

Ye Hao looked at the three sitting, and the whole person was in a bad moment.

"You..."

Shit, do you want to treat it differently?

Aren't you a living person?

"Mr. Ye, are you sure you don't want to cook yet? An hour has passed and nearly thirty minutes have passed."

There is only half an hour left. If you can't do it well within this half hour, you can only be hungry until noon.

Hearing that there was half an hour left, Ye Hao hurriedly turned around with the jar in his arms. However, he was stopped by Mo Boyuan:

"Wait a minute."

"Mo Dao, what's the matter?"

Can you finish it all at once?

Moboyuan and the noodles in the bowl, and reminded:

"Mr. Ye, if you want to have breakfast in time, you'd better pick out those beans and peanuts in advance."

Otherwise.

Beans need to be soaked in advance, okay?

If it is not soaked, it will take hours to cook it.

Although Mo Boyuan doesn't cook at ordinary times, he still knows the basic common sense.

Ye Hao seems unable to understand:

"Eh? Why? If you pick them out, wouldn't it be white porridge?"

I didn't like white porridge, so I took these red beans and peanuts when I picked the ingredients.

Haven't you seen a pig run? Haven't you eaten pork yet?

Isn't that what you usually drink in Babao porridge?

"White porridge or continue to be hungry, teacher Ye makes his own choice."

Ye Hao scratched the back of his head:

"OK, listen to mo."

Although, I still don't know why.

......

Ye Hao went to the kitchen. Mo Boyuan continued to peel shrimp for the two little guys. The father and son didn't touch the noodles in the bowl.

"Fill your stomachs first, and we'll eat together when Uncle Ye comes back."

"I see, Dad."

Little stone, uh huh twice, munched on shrimp, full of satisfaction.

I can see that stone is not picky about food!

Also, the father and son of Mohism are naturally reserved, and their mouths have long been kept.

At the end of a plate of shrimp, two were left for Ye Hao:

"You two don't run around. I'll see your Uncle Ye."

The little guy waved his hand without nostalgia:

"Dad, you go."

Moboyuan could not help but gently twisted his son's face before he got up and left.

In the kitchen, while Ye Hao was cooking, he picked out those beans and peanuts from the pot and saw Mo Boyuan coming:

"Have you all eaten?" asked.

"No, I'm waiting for you." then he looked at the stove:

"The porridge is almost ready," he reminded.

Ye Hao also picked out the last peanuts:

"Almost?" asked rhetorically.

This is really not cannibal fireworks!

Moboyuan confirmed his nod:

"Yes."

Then he took two more bowls out of the cupboard and washed them.

Ye Hao turned off the fire in a hurry, reached out for the main point, and jumped away several steps in a moment:

"Lying in the trough, it's so hot."

Mo Boyuan glanced at him and always felt that he looked like a fool.

"Mr. Ye, can't you pad a rag before you serve it?"

"Oh, it's like a rag. Where's the rag?"

Along the direction of moboyuan's fingers, he finally found a new rag hanging behind the door.

When the two big men returned to the house, the little guy inside was already hungry and lying on the table.

There are about ten shrimps in a plate. Mo Boyuan ate one, and now there are two left. The other seven or eight have to be shared by two children. How can you be sure that you are hungry?

"Dad, are you back?"

In fact, the two children are really sensible and principled.

He said that even if he wanted to eat the two shrimps left to Ye Hao, he didn't touch them.