Yang Xiaoqian followed and looked sympathetically at the housekeeper. There was such a careless and stubborn young master. He was really tiring.
Housekeeper, "..."
How nice and considerate the little girl is. If their young master is half a month, no, it's better to be a third considerate.
Alas, other people's children, why are they so greedy.
The housekeeper silently took back his little idea in his heart, "Miss Yueyue, what do you like to eat?"
"I can eat anything." Yueyue said with a smile, "don't be picky about food."
Not picky about food!
Thinking of the way his young master usually eats, the housekeeper is even more worried.
Yueyue doesn't know why her words seem to pierce the housekeeper's heart?
When she arrived at the dinner table, she understood why she said she was not picky. The housekeeper would look at her with that kind of complicated eyes.
It turned out that Jiang Yuting was too picky about food.
He wouldn't say anything, but he wouldn't eat a mouthful of something that wasn't delicious.
"Young master, can you have some of this?" The housekeeper said anxiously, "Madam called, your height has been one centimeter lower than your brother's."
"I drink a glass of milk in the evening." After Jiang Yuting said that, he grabbed a chopstick, took a bite of xilanhua, frowned, and finally endured to eat.
Then, I saw Yang Xiaoqian eating happily opposite.
Is this still a girl?
How can you eat so much!
Yang Xiaoqian, who was stared at by him, was a little embarrassed. She didn't know whether she wanted to eat it or not?
However, her childhood education is that she should not be picky about eating at the table, even if she doesn't like it, she should eat a little.
What's more, the Jiang family's food is not delicious. It's obviously delicious.
This craft is no worse than the food of their sister-in-law Gong.
Why don't you like it?
"If you don't eat well, be careful to be compared by your brother." Jiang Zhe, who has not spoken, glanced at his son lightly and said.
Jiang Yuting, "... I know."
Say that every time.
"Try this dish, it's very delicious." Yang Xiaoqian saw that he was a little sad and lowered her head. She pinched him a piece of spareribs. "Try it."
Housekeeper, "..."
Just trying to stop Yang Xiaoqian, she received a signal from her husband and swallowed it at her throat.
Then I saw that although the young master of his family was very reluctant, he still accepted his fate and ate the meat pinched by Yang Xiaoqian.
He doesn't like meat very much.
Then look at Yang Xiaoqian's small mouth. She eats too much.
Is it really so delicious?
Jiang Yuting hesitated and chewed a few mouthfuls.
It doesn't seem so bad.
"Not bad, right." Yang Xiaoqian looked at him expectantly and asked with a smile.
"Average." Jiang Yuting slowly and gracefully finished eating the ribs before answering Yang Xiaoqian's words.
Average?
Don't you usually spit it out?
Why eat?
The housekeeper silently roast.
Then, I saw that Jiang Yuting had another dish that Yang Xiaoqian had enjoyed just now.
The ribs are delicious, not as bad as you think.
But Jiang Yuting didn't want to try other dishes one by one. In case they were really bad, he couldn't spit them out in front of the guests.
But his father has told him in front of the guests that he really can't be picky anymore.
But he hasn't eaten many dishes on the table. Naturally, he doesn't know whether they are delicious or not.
So choose Yang Xiaoqian to eat more frequently.
It turned out that it was not bad.
But I didn't know that because of his continuous actions, the housekeeper was surprised and speechless.
Is this still the eldest young master of their family?