Chapter 176

Qiao Mu put down his paper cup and walked quickly to the kitchen door. As soon as he looked, he saw a fire burning in the oil pan. It was not big, but it was enough to scare the little girl.

With a sigh, he came forward and covered the pot with a lid. After pressing down the fire, he looked at Ling Zihuan with an expression that could not be explained.

"I really can't cook?"

Ling Zihuan stood beside him, rubbing the back of his right hand with his left hand. He was scalded with two blisters. Wei qubaba nodded, "no..."

"What have you been eating for half a year?"

Qiao Mu's slender and straight figure stands in the small kitchen, which makes the space appear very crowded.

He looked at lingzihuan condescending, also don't know how to make, little girl ear side hair seems to be a piece of fire.

Ah——

Ling Zihuan rightfully replied, "take out!"

Qiao Mu silently glanced at her and said, "go wash your face. I'll do it."

On hearing this, Ling Zihuan was surprised, "second uncle, can you cook?"

Can Qiao's second master cook?

The little girl looked up at him with adoration in her eyes. Her clear sight greatly satisfied Qiao Mu's vanity!

The tip of his tongue butted his teeth, pursed his lips, suppressed the rising radian, and faintly answered, "well, come to dinner later."

"Well, uncle, I'll wash my face."

Words fall, small wench deftly darted out of the kitchen, the mouth still speak eloquently what, Qiao Mu didn't hear clearly.

In the kitchen, he looked around the messy stove, and there was a faint smell of paste in the air.

His thin lips sighed again. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and cleaned the table. Yu Guang inadvertently glimpsed that there were two eggs in the porcelain bowl in the corner, with eggshells floating on the egg white.

Qiao Mu

Ling Zihuan doesn't cook on weekdays. There is very little food in the fridge. There are only some simple eggs, melons and fruits, and a box of takeaway rice. Qiao Mu thinks, just make fried rice with eggs.

After washing her face, Ling Zihuan ran back to her bedroom and changed into a long pink and white sweater. She couldn't smell the fumes, so she jumped to the kitchen.

Just about to enter the door, Qiao Mu's long arm stretched out and directly closed the frosted glass door of the kitchen.

"Second uncle, what are you doing?"

Ling Zihuan was scared straight back a big step, almost hit her nose Hello!

"Wait outside!"

In the kitchen, Qiao Mu threw out a word, the paste smell in the air seems to be more rich.

Ling Zihuan thinks it may be her illusion.

"Oh..."

She reluctantly replied, then turned and went to the living room, holding Tigress and rubbing her fat and soft cat!

At this time, Qiao Er ye, who was in the kitchen, was taking out his hand from his trouser pocket, pulling the screen in one hand and stirring in the rice pot with a spatula in the other.

Ten minutes later——

The second master of Qiao's family, whose "fingers don't touch the spring water", left his mobile phone on the table, pinched his waistline in his left palm, and left his spatula in the sink in disgust with his right hand.

Then, holding the pot, the eggs and rice inside were all poured into the garbage can.

What the hell!

The last time he saw the nanny at home, it was like this.

How can he do it? It's a lump!

Rice and eggs are all sticky. It makes me sick!

Qiao Mu angrily threw the rice pot into the sink and stood in the kitchen, cold faced and smelling the fumes from his body. As the old saying goes, "the gentleman is far away from the kitchen." it's really the essence of the Millennium culture!

Two minutes later, the kitchen door opened.

Ling Zihuan's big eyes were full of expectation and cast her eyes, "uncle, are you ready?"

Qiao Mu came out of the kitchen, straightening his sleeves and saying, "change clothes, let's go out to eat."

"Ah?" Ling Zihuan puts down Tigress and gets up to go to the kitchen to find out. As soon as she gets to the door, Qiao Mu grabs the hat of her sweater and drags it back. "Do you think there's something wrong with your gas?"

He said very seriously, bluffing Ling Zihuan blankly blinked, "I don't know, maybe... Yes."

Qiao Mu's face softened after his words were settled.

Well, it's a gas problem if the food is not cooked well!