Chapter 675

Although they usually don't get along with Jin Ling much, they get to know each other after a little chat.

Jin Ling thought of her prejudice against Dr. Zhao, and felt guilty. She worked harder.

In the kitchen, Leng junao hears the woman and the master of the Golden Hall talking and laughing outside. For no reason, he is upset. The sound of chopping comes from inside, and the laughter outside stops suddenly.

Jin Ling smoked the corner of his mouth. He almost forgot that Dr. Zhao was the one in front of him. He shivered when he heard the sound of chopping in the kitchen.

"I don't need Dr. Zhao's help here. Dr. Zhao's still going to see if there's anything I can help you with..."

He deliberately raised the volume, so that the Lord can hear clearly, can't wait to show his heart in front of the Lord.

Zhao Wanxi Lingmou circulation, a faint smile: "chop meat such a small thing, how can it be rare to pour Wuji Lord, I still stay here to help you roll the dough."

When she said that, the sound of chopping in the kitchen was more harsh.

Soon, Wuji master's hoarse voice came: "isn't the master of Jintang very good at mixing meat stuffing?"

Jin Ling was stunned, and felt the eyes of his master, Han Ruo Bingtan. He immediately felt the light and said, "yes, the noodles have been reconciled. My subordinates are responsible for mixing the meat stuffing, and the work of rolling the dough will be handed over to doctor Zhao."

Without waiting for Zhao Wanxi to reply, Jin Ling has already gone into the kitchen. If he doesn't leave, he feels that he will be frozen into ice by his master's ice cone like eyes.

Zhao Wanxi lowered her eyes to hide the funny smile at the bottom of her eyes. No matter how cunning the fox is, it will show its feet eventually. She only tried a little to make the man restless.

I just felt a tall and straight figure came to the desk. Wuji Lord was standing in the position of Jinling just now. His big palm with armor gloves was holding a rolling pin, and his movements were clumsy.

They stood side by side, busy with their own work, but no one spoke first, and the atmosphere fell into a strange silence, quiet and excessive.

Under the silver mask, the limitless Lord's narrow eyes half narrowed, and the dangerous breath approached Zhao Wanxi's direction.

She pretended to have nothing, still heartless, even did not look at the man.

Leng Jun's hoarse voice said, "doctor Zhao seems to have prejudice against me?"

Zhao Wanxi raised her eyes and pretended to be surprised to stare at Da Xing's eyes. She gave him a perfunctory smile: "why does the Supreme Lord say that? Did I do something wrong? "

The man's dark purple lips drew, choked and said, "doctor Zhao is very kind to everyone. Even he can talk and laugh with the master of the golden hall, but he is biased against himself and doesn't say a word."

Just now, when he was chopping meat in the kitchen, he heard her talking and laughing with the master of the golden hall. How could he stand beside her, but she didn't even have a voice?

Is he less attractive than a subordinate?

In the face of the man's natural questioning, Zhao Wanxi didn't take it for granted. She said with a faint smile: "it's unreasonable for the Supreme Master to say that. What people want is a fate word. I can talk with the master of Jintang, and that's also the fate between me and him."

Is it fate for her to make a noodle or roll a noodle together with the master of the golden hall?

But they had a baby!