Chapter 190

Peggy in the taxi looked at the information in his mobile phone and couldn't believe his eyes.

"Wrong message?" Peige's first thought was that Ji Ziming must have sent this message wrong!

"Well, it must be a mistake." Peige nodded silently and was about to ignore the message and put his mobile phone in his bag. Who knows, the other party sent another message.

Why don't you answer me

After Peggy looked at the other party and sent another text message, he blinked in shock and studied it again and again for a long time.

This is Ji Ziming's number! And Ji Ziming should not have made a mistake!

So she quickly replied to Ji Ziming.

[Ji, Ji Zong, what do you mean?]

As soon as Peige sent this message, she quickly received Ji Ziming's message again.

You have to cook all my three meals tomorrow

"..." Pei Ge looked at this message and suddenly became speechless. After a silent twitch in the corners of his mouth, he replied to Ji Ziming.

But I have to work tomorrow. I may not have much time...]

Well, you came to the hospital to take care of me before I left the hospital

But I'm afraid it's against the rules

Peige politely refused. She still prefers to work than staying in the ward all day to take care of Ji Ziming!

You are my secretary. There is nothing against the rules

"... shit." Looking at Ji Ziming's reply, Pei Ge silently burst out a rude remark on his mobile phone.

Tomorrow, you'd better not be late, or your salary will be deducted

Looking at the text message sent by Ji Ziming again, even across the mobile phone screen, Peige can feel Ji Ziming's full sense of threat.

I see

Peige weakly tooted his mouth. Seeing that the other party finally didn't send news, the whole person relaxed.

"Really, I don't know why this annoying ghost is crazy." Peige's repeated and uncertain attitude towards Ji Ziming was really a little confused.

The little beauty in my heart was also unknowingly ignored by Peige

After returning home, Peige didn't care to talk to his mother for a moment. He directly entered the kitchen and began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets to find the ingredients that could be used tomorrow morning.

"Greg, what are you looking for when you come back?" Zhang Manhua ran to the kitchen as soon as his daughter came back. He turned over the cupboard and opened the refrigerator. He asked in great doubt.

"I'll make breakfast for my sick friend tomorrow morning." Peige answered Zhang Manhua's question while looking at the ingredients in the fridge.

"Ah? You're going to make breakfast tomorrow morning? Do you have time to go to work?" Zhang Manhua frowned slightly and said in doubt.

Although my daughter is not the kind of person who likes to sleep in, it's really a little tight when she gets up to make breakfast in the morning.

After all, the place where peg works is still a little away from their neighborhood.

"I'll do it tomorrow morning. Then you can bring it to your friend." Zhang Manhua said with a smile.

Listening to Zhang Manhua's proposal, Peige subconsciously refused.

"No, I have to do it myself."

Inexplicably, Pei Ge felt that Ji Ziming must be able to tell whether he made his own breakfast.

Looking at the appearance of her daughter, Zhang Manhua couldn't help doubting.

What kind of friend is her daughter's silent friend?

She has to cook in person. You know, she hasn't eaten the food cooked by her daughter several times.

Zhang Manhua suddenly asked with some jealousy, "Ge Ge, is your friend a man or a woman? You care about him so much."

"Er..." Peggy blinked as he listened to his mother's words. For a moment, he didn't know how to tell his mother.

However, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Peige felt that she should directly tell her mother that it was a woman.

"Oh, it's a female colleague of mine." Peggy said with a smile.

"Really?" Zhang Manhua looked at Peige suspiciously, but he still had some doubts in his heart.

Peige saw Zhang Manhua's suspicious eyes and quickly changed the topic.

"Mom, what would you like to eat tomorrow morning? Porridge and noodles?" Peige asked his mother with a smile.

"Let's make porridge for ourselves," said man Hua. "I'll make porridge for you. I'll make porridge for myself."

"OK, I'll have preserved egg, lean meat porridge and steamed dumplings tomorrow." Peige happily decided what to do for breakfast tomorrow. As for Ji Ziming's opinion? Whatever! She's a chef anyway!

"Still making steamed dumplings? That's too much trouble! You have to work tomorrow!" Zhang Manhua heard that his daughter had to make steamed dumplings, and hurriedly denied.

Where is she going to go to work tomorrow? Obviously, she is going to be a nurse. As the first task, of course, breakfast should be completed satisfactorily.

Peige silently answered Zhang Manhua in his heart.

"In the evening, I'll mix the stuffing and noodles. I'll wrap them up tomorrow morning. When I cook porridge, I'll just steam them in the pot." Peige said very easily.

Zhang Manhua listened to Peige's words and couldn't help muttering in his heart, what kind of friend is this? The treatment is so good.

Although roast told roast, zhangmanhua still helped his daughter meet him.

Mother and daughter, one with noodles and the other with meat stuffing, are ready to talk and laugh.

However, it's almost eleven o'clock in the evening.

"Mom, go to bed. I'll wash these things and go to bed." Peige cleaned up his things and urged his mother to have a rest.

Zhang Manhua yawned, nodded and said, "you go to bed early, too."

"Well, I see." Peige answered as he washed the dishes and chopsticks.

After she cleaned everything, she carefully put the meat stuffing into the fresh-keeping layer in the refrigerator, washed and returned to her bedroom.

Maybe he was really tired, but just lying in bed, Peige quickly fell asleep.

The next day, Peggy got up an hour and a half earlier than before. He didn't even brush his teeth, so he hurried up to breakfast.

First put the porridge into the stew pot and cook it, then quickly wrapped up the small steamed dumplings.

Fortunately, although Peggy doesn't often eat, he is flexible and tight. And when I was in high school, I made dumplings with my mother and sold them. I had already made experience, so the dumplings were fast and good-looking.

When Zhang Manhua heard the sound and got up, Peige's 20 or so steamed dumplings had been wrapped and steamed in a pot.