He Yijun was attacked crazily by the memory of his death: “If you didn’t tell me, I would have forgotten it. After Manqi entered Linda, she told me that you could only get 60 points in each subject. I felt that I had been defrauded at that time. He Mom is also called Study Star?”
The corner of Jiang Qin’s mouth twitched: “Then I am also a learning star!”
“Jiang Qin, you are a star of learning. It is a win-win situation. You are capable of everything except studying.”
“Then I am also a learning star!”
At the same time, Qin Jingqiu took Feng Nanshu’s hand: “Let’s go cook with aunt. It’s time for you to learn. Although you can hire a nanny in the future, the feeling of cooking for someone is different after all.”
Feng Nanshu glanced at her aunt: “Cooking it for Jiang Qin?”
“That’s right, otherwise who are you going to feed it to? I also took great pains to learn cooking skills and cook it myself for Uncle You to eat.”
“Then I want to learn.”
Qin Jingqiu pinched Feng Nanshu’s little face, thinking that this girl would be eager to do anything involving Jiang Qin, and she would definitely be a slave to her husband when she got married.
Then she led Feng Nanshu to the kitchen and taught her her three-piece cooking skills.
That is to say, he told Wu Ma the name of the dish and gave her instructions during the cooking process, so that he could legitimately treat the dish as if he had made it himself.
“Cook it with your own hands for him to eat”
Feng Nanshu said that he had learned it, and then secretly told Wu Ma what Jiang Qin liked to eat, as well as his family treasures.
Wu Ma asked her to remember while she started to operate, frying, frying, simmering, and stewing, with a dazzling number of tricks.
The little rich woman studied very seriously, and it was clear from her expression that she really wanted to cook for Jiang Qin.
Jiang Qin was leaning on the sofa with his right elbow on the backrest. He couldn’t help but raise the corners of his mouth as he watched the little rich woman wandering around in the kitchen.
Soon, the aroma came out of the kitchen and floated to the living room. Qin Jingqiu and Feng Nanshu ran around, bringing dishes to the table.
“I made this, shredded pork with Jingjiang sauce.”
Qin Jingqiu pointed to a dish of shredded pork with Beijing sauce that was full of color, flavor and flavor.
“I made this, soybean pig’s feet.”
Feng Nanshu followed her aunt’s example and made an introduction, then quietly pushed the dish in front of Jiang Qin, her elbows almost reaching into her sweetheart’s arms.
Wu Ma supported her waist from behind and sighed: “Ah, yes, yes, you did it all.”
“Okay, let’s eat.”
Lunch was served, and because He Yijun and Qin Zhihuan were both there, we talked a lot about business matters while eating, and continued eating until three in the afternoon.