Chapter 202

This is to eat with her.

As a result, when I went to enjoy the delicious food on the table, I heard Su Mu Xi tell Jin Cheng National Road, "you have eaten it for a long time. You go to be busy with you. Don't influence me and my daughter to whisper. You don't want to participate in women's topics."

Color metaphor will understand that the reason why so many dishes, must be to give her wind, even if it is a waste, but also so much.

Jin Chengguo, who was detested for no reason, had to get up and say, "OK, I'll go to my study, and I'll take care of it."

"Godfather, I'll take care of it myself. I don't have to call you." She is very young. Even if she wants to wash her wrists, she does it. How can she bother Jin Chengguo to wash dishes.

She did not expect that such a family as Jin's did not hire a nanny. Jin Chengguo did it all in person.

However, the dishes on the table are more homely.

Although the chefs are good-looking in color, the taste is definitely brought out by additives like this or that. Therefore, this table is more appetizing than the one made by the chef.

"Hehe, Yu is more considerate than Jin Zheng's son. Jin Zheng has never washed the dishes." I don't want to. Hearing her offer to wash dishes, Jin Chengguo can't help feeling.

Yu se was a little embarrassed. She said that she didn't want to let Jin Zheng lie down.

"OK, it's wordy again. Hurry to the study." Su Muxi, however, liked Yu se more and more, and wanted to dominate her appearance. She sat on the opposite side of Yu se with a smile and looked at her.

When Jin Chengguo left, metaphor began to move.

"Godfather is a good craftsman."

"Ah, only our family can eat his craft. It's useless for many people outside to look forward to it every day and night. Your Godfather won't do it."

It's hard work, Dad

"It's not hard. They're all semi processed ingredients. They don't need him to wash them. He just takes them to the pot to fry them. What's hard to do?" Su Mu river is not strange to see.

We can see that sumuxi is the real boss in Jin's family.

I didn't expect that Jin Chengguo was a houseboy.

A very homely man.

The dishes are of chef's level and delicious.

Let the hungry her eat more.

She ate, Su Mu River looked at, "Yu se, you usually eat like this?"

The metaphor of this question is somewhat embarrassed, "cough, it is Yes

"Don't be afraid. Godmother doesn't laugh at you for your big appetite, but envies you. Every time your Godfather cooks, I imagine you open your mouth to eat like this, but I can't help it. In order to keep fit, I eat less than one third of you every meal. It's a waste of your godfather's good craftsmanship."

Yu se listened to Su Mu Xi's emotion and was not coy at once, "then I continued to open my mouth to eat."

So much. It's a waste if you don't eat.

Besides, she also gave Jin Chengguo a hand.

And Mohist chefs do not taste the same, but are the same delicious.

"Eat it. I'll be happy when I watch you eat. If only you had lived in my house since you were a child." The more you look at the metaphor, the more you like it.

So, from Yu SE's eating to putting down his chopsticks, Sumu river has not been willing to blink his eyes all the time.

That is to say, metaphorical color has a strong heart and doesn't stick to small sections. Otherwise, it would have been too much to eat.

After dinner, Yu se really began to clean up the table.

Naturally, sumuxi was with her to clean up.

Pour out all the leftovers and put all the dishes in the dishwasher.

It's a big, fully automatic dishwasher.

What is put in is dirty and messy, but when it comes out, the bowl is the bowl, and the plate is the plate. It is not only washed, but also put in different categories and sent out neatly.

Seeing the automatic operation, Yu se thinks that it's not washing dishes, it's playing games. It's very interesting.

So, in about ten minutes, the kitchen was ready.

At this time, it's already ten o'clock in the evening. Yu se is still confused about the operation of going to mojingyao and sumuxi tonight. At this moment, he wants to go upstairs and go back to his room and have a good interrogation of Mo Jingyao.

"Godmother, it's too late. It's ten o'clock. Let's go to a beauty sleep."

"Well, you can get up whenever you want to get up in the morning. If you and I go out, we will cook the food for you and put it in the refrigerator. You can eat it in the microwave oven. Don't get up early and sleep happily until you wake up naturally. ZHENG'ER is also like this, so don't look out."

"Well." He quickly went back to his room. When he lay down on the big round bed, he looked at his surroundings like a dream with the gauze curtain decorated with powdered diamonds.

Then she turned on her cell phone.I wanted to see my cell phone after I got out of the Bureau before.

After all, after her cell phone was turned in, she would miss her cell phone as much as she could in the cubicle.

Just get on the car, and talk with sumuxi.

So, I never had time to watch my cell phone.

Now turn it on. There are countless messages in the phone.

Flickering.

However, the metaphor goes straight to Mo Jingyao's number.

Open, but there is no message.

She looked at the two empty dialog boxes, there was a flash of God.

Why did someone send her so many messages that he didn't have one?

Is it true that he likes her, just as he said before, is he joking?

At this moment, metaphor is a little worried about gain and loss.

Then, just as she was in a daze, her mobile phone suddenly rang. Seeing that it was mo Jingyao calling, she picked up the metaphor directly and conditionally, "Mo Jingyao, why don't you have a message?"

"Just want to call."

"Er."

"You can hear the phone, but you can't hear the message."

She likes to hear it.

"Come on, didn't you always disagree with godmother? Why did I recognize Ganma?"

"I told you yesterday that if you follow me, it will only be dangerous and unsafe for you."

"So, you're trying to protect me with a godmother."

"It's not exploitation, it's her need."

"Mo Jingyao, how is Xia Xiaoqiu?"

"Disabled."

Yu se was stunned for a moment, and then the picture of "six gauzes" flashed through his mind.

Chen Meishu's stomach, the man's stomach black to leave six pieces of gauze, now must be uncomfortable every day, very uncomfortable.

Want to come, Xia Xiaoqiu's remnant, also must be this man's handwriting.

"Tell me, did you do it?"

"Well." Mo Jingyao admitted it directly.

He always tells the truth when he is asked by metaphor.

"Is it because she is disabled, so the Bureau has refused to let me out." The metaphor began to guess.