Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

Uncle Jiang was stunned for a moment, "Master Qiao, what kind of food do you want to eat? You can tell me, and I will buy it for you."

Now Joe was taken aback, "Do you usually eat takeaway?"

"Because the young master was injured, all the people in the villa were resigned by the young master, and the cooking aunt has not been found yet, so recently, we are all buying and eating."

"Then how can I do that?" Qiao Yi touched the little dolphin's head, "The little dolphin is growing up, and the takeaways are all additives, so what should I do if I eat them badly?"

When the little dolphin heard it, he immediately echoed: "Eat, eat meat, meat."

Joe smiled, "I'll make ribs for you to eat."

Little dolphin: "Yes!"

Uncle Jiang didn't know where the vegetable market was, so he had to send her to the nearest supermarket in Xinghai Bay.

After buying the food, we returned to the villa.

The room was empty, and Joe carefully listened for a long time, but he didn't hear anything, and there seemed to be no one in the villa.

"The young master won't come back during the day." Uncle Jiang explained.

"Oh."

Since the big boss is not around, the big meal will be ready in the evening. Joe glanced at the time, and it was 11:24, so they can eat whatever they want at noon.

"Uncle Jiang, can we have noodles for lunch?" Qiao asked, as naturally as at home.

Uncle Jiang was stunned.

Is this the opposite?

"Uncle Jiang?" Qiao Yi waved his hand in front of Uncle Jiang.

"Tomato and egg noodles, okay?"

"Ah?" Uncle Jiang returned to his senses, subconsciously, "Okay."

Joe put the little dolphin on the baby chair, rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen.

Uncle Jiang: Why is this Young Master Qiao different from what he thinks? Seeing that the young master is not here, shouldn't she go to the young master's company and have lunch with the young master? How does it look like, Master Qiao likes the kitchen more?

"Master Qiao, I'll help you with what you need." Uncle Jiang was uneasy. He had been a housekeeper for so many years, and he had never asked a guest to cook for him, and this guest was still the guest of the young master. The pears are so big.

Qiao Yi was washing tomatoes, and said without turning his head, "No, I'll just cook something casually, it's not a difficult dish."

Uncle Jiang: "Master Qiao, let me do something. Although I don't know how to cook, I can still wash and chop vegetables. Besides, if I don't help you, I will know when the young master comes back." Blame me."

When Qiao thought about it, he was right. He Yunting had an unpredictable temperament and a weird personality.

"Then help me wash and dice the tomatoes, wash the chicken wings, and beat four more eggs."

Half an hour later, a simple and nutritious lunch was served.

Hand-rolled noodles with tomato and egg, served with cola chicken wings.

The restaurant at home is not a place where Uncle Jiang can eat. Qiao Yi said something bad, but Uncle Jiang disagreed, saying that the rules should not be broken, so he went back to eat by himself.

Joe was helpless.

There are many rules in the rich family, everyone is human, why can he eat at the dining table, but the housekeeper has to go back to his room to eat?

Chiguoguo discrimination!

Joe gave a small bowl of noodles to the little dolphin. The little guy could only use a spoon, and the chopsticks were not slippery. Originally, Qiao Yi gave it to him to eat, but the little dolphin picked up the chopsticks several times and finally picked it up. When a small handful of noodles was about to be delivered to his mouth with his mouth open, the chopsticks suddenly flew and hit the bowl, spilling noodles all over the table.

The little dolphin was stunned for a moment, its big eyes rolled and turned, and it was faintly about to cry.

Qiao Yi hurriedly took away the bowl, cleaned the table, and served him another bowl.

"Come on, little dolphin, open your mouth." Joe fed him, but the little dolphin squeezed his mouth tightly, with a bitter and bitter expression on his face, and refused to eat.

Did this daring hurt my little self-esteem?

"The baby is fine. When I was young, I could only use chopsticks at the age of 5. You are much smarter than me."

The little dolphin still didn't respond, and his little eyebrows almost wrinkled into a figure 8.

Tsk, what should I do? Why didn't He Yunting, that father, even teach his son how to use chopsticks? It's a headache!

At this moment, there was a sound of soft footsteps behind Qiaoyi.

Without looking back, Qiao said, "Uncle Jiang, just put the bowl away after you finish eating, and I'll wash it together."

After waiting for a long time, there was no response, and Joe turned his head one by one.

He Yunting had a face of ice cubes, and his expression was a little aggrieved,

"Why didn't you call me for dinner?"