Chapter 1675

Seeing that lingdang didn't accept his kindness, Zhao Boyuan didn't think so. He shook the insulated lunch box in his hand: "I came to return the insulated lunch box today for the fish porridge you sent yesterday."

As for Ling Dang's sister, Zhao Boyuan didn't think much.

Others have a good attitude, and lingdang can't speak ill of each other, although she doesn't feel very good about Zhao Boyuan. She took the lunch box: "I received the lunch box. What else do you want?"

Zhao Boyuan is not a fool. Lingdang is alienated from him. He can see it. He also understood why Ling Dang did this to him, not because of her sister?

"Lingdang, you didn't come to me like this yesterday. You're a brother of Boyuan. Now you're so cold to me."

Ling Dang took a step back with her lunch box: "I came to you yesterday for my sister and sister Jin Xi. But now that you know the truth, I don't have to please you."

Well, the little girl said all the flattery. Jiang Chan hooked her lips and said that lingdang was not really stupid. Isn't it making progress slowly?

Zhao Boyuan can't laugh or cry. The little girl knows the routine of losing after use. However, he has no choice. He is really wrong about Hong Linglan. He can understand lingdang's opinion about him.

Zhao Boyuan suddenly sucked his nose. "What's the taste? It's delicious!"

Ling Dang said with a straight face, "I made my own cookies. Should you go?"

In front of lingdang, Zhao Boyuan's heavy heart is much better, perhaps because the little girl is too clean and easy to understand.

"Can I try cookies?"

Ling Dang pouted and came out with a small plate. Zhao Boyuan had already sat down at the table. He glanced around the small living room, which was very clean.

Seeing that there were only four cookies on the small plate, Zhao Boyuan smiled: "can't I buy it from you? Do you just greet the guests?"

Ling Dang immediately beamed: "OK, twenty-six pounds. How much do you want?"

She is eager to make money now, so even in the face of Zhao Boyuan, which she doesn't like, she should sell or sell. She doesn't like Zhao Boyuan, but she likes money.

Being amused by lingdang for a second, Zhao Boyuan shook his head: "wrap it all for me. Lingdang, your craft is really good. This cookie is very delicious."

He's not a sweet eater, but lingdang's craftsmanship is really good. The taste is crisp, not sweet and greasy, almost stimulating the aroma of raw materials.

Lingdang's mouth tilted: "the teacher taught well. Now everyone recommends low sugar. I specially made one with low sugar."

She stopped talking to Zhao Boyuan and jumped into the kitchen like a rabbit. Looking at the bell full of joy, Zhao Boyuan shook his head. The joy of the bell is so simple.

But why did Ling Dang remind Ms. Zheng to go to a psychiatrist to issue a certificate to Cui Miao?

When Ling Dang came out of the kitchen, Zhao Boyuan asked this question. Ling Dang pushed the two bags in front of him: "my sister taught me. She said you were already outside. She said you had a showdown with Ms. Zheng yesterday. You will send someone to follow Ms. Zheng, and Ms. Zheng will come to me."

Zhao Boyuan had already sent Zhao Boyuan away. Ling Dang happily counted the money in front of the tea table: "sister, I made money."

Jiang Chan looked at the silly white sweet little girl: "well, Congratulations, lingdang is great! You will make more money in the future."

Ling Dang smiled and said, "I want to make a lot of money and make a lot of cookies."

Jiang Chan encouraged her: "that bell needs more fuel. An excellent pastry maker can not only make cookies."

Ling Dang clenched his fist: "I'm going to study now!"

Looking at Ling Dang's head hanging beam and cone stabbing shares in the learning space, Jiang Chan smiled. She had prompted clearly enough. If Zhao Boyuan still couldn't understand her meaning, she would have to go in person.

Lingdang bakes cookies at home every day. Soon she became famous in the community. All the children like her. Even if they didn't open a shop, some parents came to buy cookies.

They don't take care of lingdang's business, but lingdang's craft is really good. It's not much worse than the biscuits they bought in the famous West Point house.