Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

Joe One: "..."

Uncle Jiang is lying about the military situation, the big boss is clearly at home!

Qiao stood up abruptly, "Hehehe, Mr. He, I, I didn't know you were at home. I bought a lot of things. I want to wait for you to come home from get off work in the afternoon. I will make them for you. I..."

He Yunting followed her gaze and looked towards the kitchen. Sure enough, there were bags piled up on the ledge, and his expression softened a little.

The little liar didn't lie this time.

He pulled away the chair at the head of the table and sat down, and said lightly, "I'm hungry."

"Ah?" Qiao Yi was at a loss, "Oh, oh, noodles, I made noodles at noon, is that okay? Or do you want to eat something else, I'll make it for you?"

Qiao Yi's children's shoes had a flattering face, since he had made up his mind to flatter him, he had to do it all at once.

He Yunting's expression softened again, "No need, I will eat whatever you eat."

"Okay." As soon as Joe put down the bowl, he was about to turn around when he suddenly paused.

He Yunting looked at her.

"That, that, Mr. He, the little dolphin hasn't eaten yet, the noodles are already cooked, and it will be cold if you don't eat it, can you feed him for me?"

He Yunting looked at his son, in return for his son's disgust, he immediately turned his head away.

His eyelids twitched, and he stretched out his hand. Qiao handed him a bowl, and pushed the chicken wings in front of He Yunting.

"Mr. He, these three chicken wings belong to the little dolphin. If you feed him a few mouthfuls of noodles, just feed him one chicken wing. Insert it and feed it, it's easy to digest."

He Yunting: "..."

Little dolphin: Hmph, feed me papa, the meat is not tasty anymore.

After Joe left, the father and son stared wide-eyed.

With a cold face, He Yunting held a small porcelain bowl of Doraemon half the size of his palm in his hand. He picked up a pinch of noodles and sent them to the little dolphin's mouth stiffly, "Eat."

The little dolphin refused to cooperate and turned his head to the side.

He Yunting had no choice but to pick up another piece of chicken wing, sent it over, and ordered again, "Eat."

The scent floated into the nose, the little guy sniffed, no, it smells so good, I really want to eat it.

No, he has to hold back, he must not eat the food sent by the enemy!

He Yunting's face darkened, showing signs of anger.

"How is it? Have you fed the little dolphin? Just now he..."

As soon as Qiao came out of the kitchen suddenly, the little dolphin turned its head and bit the chicken wing as soon as it heard her voice.

He Yunting was taken aback, slowly let go of his chopsticks, turned his head, and said to Qiao Yi naturally, "Xiaoyu is very good, he eats very well."

Joe smiled, "That's good." He turned around and went back to the kitchen.

After Qiao left, the father and son returned to the Ice Age again. He Yunting gave a bite, and the little dolphin ate. There was no communication during the whole process, just like a feeding machine without emotion, and a eating machine without emotion.

When Qiao Yi brought a bowl of warm miscellaneous sauce to the table, He Yunting's feeding project finally came to an end.

He vowed to find a feeding aunt to come back as soon as possible!

"Why is my face different from his?"

He Yunting looked at a large bowl of sauce-red noodles and frowned.

Qiao Yi explained, "I specially remade it for you. Mixed sauce noodles, made with fresh meat filling, taste better than tomato and egg noodles. Try it."

"The noodles he ate just now were green." He Yunting looked at her, but there was another difference.

Joe One: "..."

That's spinach noodles for kids. You're an adult, so why don't you want to eat it too?

She tried her best to keep smiling, "It's spinach water and noodles, so it's green. I only made a little bit, and it's specially prepared for the little dolphins."

After He Yunting heard this, he glanced at his son, Xiaoyu had a proud face, and his little face was written all over: The face is mine, and Qiao Yi is mine too! You, hum!

He looked away, didn't speak again, and picked up chopsticks to eat noodles.

……call! Joe breathed a sigh of relief.

Companion king is like companion tiger, it is so difficult to just eat a meal, she must find a chance to move out of the villa as soon as possible.

The fourth watch is over, good night everyone, sweet dreams! Little cuties, little fairies, ladies and sisters, vote, the author begs for votes~